Sins Of Her Sister

Chapter 12

Kali

I'm not sure what triggered Layla to unleash me, especially at this time of the day. I could hear the thoughts of her stressing about sending Ryan a video. I came to when she was at the height of her orgasm, seeing the phone we were holding as she was recording us. I knew right then what I wanted to do. After sending the video, I looked at Layla's phone to see it’s 2:30 p.m. and school’s almost out. I got dressed and decided to hang out here until the students went home. I can't go back to Layla's house. Who knows if I'd be able to come face to face with our narcissistic, bitch of a mother. I can hear when Layla is trying to please her and do everything right. Too bad she doesn't remember how shitty of a mother we were blessed with. If she could, I wonder if that would change things.

Seven years old. It’s late at night. We're lying in the bed, staring out the window as the moonlight cascades over our face. Daddy hasn’t come into our room the past few nights. Our body and mind start to relax at the thought. Maybe he’s done with us.

All the hope in our chest extinguishes when we hear the twist of the door knob and the sound of heavy boots walking toward us. Trying to pretend to be asleep as usual doesn't work this time. Daddy reaches down and snatches us by the shoulder, rolling us onto our back. We gasp in shock as Daddy’s never been this rough with us before. Growling into our face, we smell the alcohol that is always there.

“I’m sick of fucking waiting. I’m taking what’s fucking owed to me tonight.” We let out a sob as tears form in our eyes.

“Daddy, please don’t–” we pleaded.

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid little bitch...” he says as he backhands us across the cheek. Cupping our cheek, we can feel a pulse from him hitting us so hard along with the tears that have run down our face. We whimper when he grabs our underwear and rips them in half. We could feel the cold breeze in the room prickle our body.

Before we can try to push him off, he snatches our wrists and holds them down. “When I let you go, don’t you dare fucking move or I’ll slap you again, twice as hard,” he whispers angrily. He lets go and starts to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down to around his ankles. We beg for him to stop again, but he shoves something so hard into us, and we scream at the top of my lungs. There's no way we can control the tears from falling now. We’ve never felt pain like this and never want to feel it again.

That's when Layla blacks out and I start to come out in the forefront. I felt the pain he's putting us through while I see the pleasure all over his face. I feel disgust in our belly, but my rage is much stronger.

“That's it, be a good girl for Daddy...” he says. Turning toward the nightstand by our bed, I grab a sharpened pencil and shove it right in his throat. I don’t stop pushing until it's all the way through and the only thing showing is the eraser.

Our father starts to cough up blood and rolls over onto the ground. Reaching out his hand, like he’s asking for help. The anger has taken control and all I can do is giggle as I grab the scissors from our drawer. I stand over our dad. With his hand still reaching out to us, I bend over and stab him in the chest until there's no more air leaving his body.

We sat there next to him covered in blood. I can't tell who is who as we stand on our feet. I just know this had to happen or he would have never stopped.

The light in my room switches on and I look up to see our mom standing there in shock. She screams when she sees our dad and rushes to his side, yelling.“What the fuck did you do? You stupid little bitch! What did you do?” I look our mom dead in her eyes.

“He hurt us.” Raising her hand, she strikes us across the face.

“I knew I should've gotten rid of you when I had the chance,” she spits at us, her tone laced with venom. I'm sure Layla would be crying if she heard this, but all I can pray for is that she never remembers.

Coming back into focus, I see the bathroom has lost some of its natural light. I check Layla's phone and see that it's 5:30 p.m. Damn, how long was I out? Picking up Layla’s books, I step out of the restroom and make my way toward her locker. It's still too early to head home, so I explore Layla's school. Feeling famished, I start in the cafeteria to see their pantry is full of Goldfish and graham crackers. What the fuck kind of shit is this? Having a sweet tooth, I go for the graham crackers.

I find myself in the school's natatorium next. Looking around to make sure no one else is around, I strip down to our bra and panties. What a day to choose lace undergarments, Layla. Deciding I don’t actually give a fuck, I dive in. The water is just the right temperature and feels amazing against our skin. I circle a few laps and float for a while. After a couple of hours, I see that the sun is gone and it's probably safe to head home.

I walk the halls attempting to be quiet just in case. I really don't feel like running into anyone and ridding the world of problems, but I stop when I hear a noise. Straining my ears to listen harder, I hear whispers and then moaning. I make my way closer to the noise to see who it is. What can I say? Layla might be a nice girl, but I'm a nosey bitch.

I get further down the hall until I’m right by the classroom where the noise is coming from, noticing the door is cracked open. Fucking idiots. It's like they are begging to get caught. Peeking through the door window, I can't control the grin on my face when I see who it is: that bitch, Vanessa, and Mr. Scott. Using my foot to push the door open, I stood in the doorway for a good five minutes and they still hadn’t noticed me. Vanessa is sitting on top of Mr. Scott's desk with her shirt pulled off and her red bra nestled under her breasts. The thought of how nice they would look being sliced off crosses my mind. Her red mini skirt is bunched up around her waist and her red laced thong hangs off one leg. Damn, does this bitch have any other color in her wardrobe?

I move my focus to Mr. Scott. His white button up is hanging open with a white muscle shirt laying underneath. His trousers and belt hung loose on the floor around his feet. Their mouths attack each other's faces like they're trying to swallow their entire head as his mediocre dick pumps in and out of Vanessa’s pussy. For a whore, she sure isn't wet. I can see that from way over here. Clearing my throat, I step into the room.

“Well, well, well...What do we have here?” Gasping, Vanessa pushes Mr. Scott away while he yanks up his khakis and hurries to button them.

“Oh, please, don’t stop on my account. You two were putting on quite the show. Nothing like free live porn to get the night going.” I snicker.

Pulling her bra over her chest, Vanessa jumps off the counter and strides toward me getting in our face, but stumbles when she notices the darker color of our eyes. She quickly regains her false confidence.

“Get the fuck out of here, loser,” Vanessa sneers. If only she knew who she was dealing with.

“Jesus, do you have a fucking breath mint? I can smell the desperate dick sucking all over your breath…or is that ju st how it always smells?” I smirk. Vanessa rears back to slap us, but I catch her by the wrist before it lands.

“Tsk, tsk, Vee. It's okay if I call you Vee, right? I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Vanessa attempts to slap us with her other hand, but I grab her by the back of the head and ram our elbow into her nose. She breaks away from our grip, crouching over and holding her nose. I cackle as blood pours everywhere.

“You bitch!” Vanessa sneers. “I think you broke my nose!” I smirk at her.

“Oh, Vee. I’m going to do a lot worse than break your nose.” I bang Vanessa's head on the side of a student's desk. She crumples to the floor, now holding her head and broken nose.

Turning to a shocked Mr. Scott, I place our hands on his chest.

“What if I wanted to have fun with you, too? Sit the fuck down Mr. Scott…” I see the bob in his throat as he does what I say.

Yanking the computer cables from the computer, I straddle Mr. Scott’s lap. I’m tying his wrist to the armrest when he tries to stop me.

“Ahh, ahh,” I give him my flirty smile. “You don't want to do that. Or everyone’s going to find out that you’re fucking your student.” I giggle. “Then you'll lose your precious job.” Mr. Scott puts his hand back down. Too bad he thinks he will still be able to work after tonight. Not my problem.

After both arms are secured, I get off his lap and start looking through his desk drawers. Zip ties catch my eye in the bottom left drawer, where he keeps all his snacks and a bottle of a clear liquid. I pick it up to realize its lube.

“Came prepared, did we Mr. Scott?” I giggle as I walk toward Vanessa with zip ties in hand. Still crying on the floor, I fist a handful of her hair and drag her face down to a student’s desk. Flipping her flat on her back, I settle on top of her, gathering her wrists in our hands.

“Get the fuck off of me, you psycho bitch!” she screams. The grin on our face spreads wider. I take the zip ties and secure her wrists behind her back. I stand enough to take our pants off. If I'm going to be here all night, I might as well have fun. I crouch down over Vanessa's face, rubbing our panty covered pussy all over it. Making sure to get her nose to rub our clit, I can hear her muffle screams from under me.

“I'm sorry, did you say something?” I moan, thrusting myself faster and faster, grinding until I'm right on the edge and my orgasm is pouring out of me. “Fuck, Vee…I should’ve known being a dirty slut you would be good for one thing,” I half moan as I come back down. As I start scooting down toward her legs, Vanessa is screaming hysterically. Jesus, she should be happy I let her experience that. Some people are so ungrateful.

Grabbing her ankles, I take two zip ties and secure them together. Rolling Vanessa on to her stomach, I reach for her wrists and secure them together. I take a step back and admire my handiwork: Vanessa's tearstreaked face covered in blood and our arousal. I find a stapler on Mr.

Scott's desk.

“Let us go, please. I'll pay you however much money you want.” Mr. Scott finally says. Laughing like a lunatic, I turn to face him.

“One, it's funny that you think you can afford to buy us off. Secondly, this was never about money.” I blow him a kiss, then give my attention back to Vanessa. She eyes me warily, goosebumps cover her arms, tears still pouring down her red face, barely making out the small whimpers she lets loose. I reach down to take our underwear off. They're completely soaked and won't be dry anytime soon. Squeezing Vanessa’s jaw, I force her mouth open.

“Open up, Vee…We have a treat for you.” Not being able to fight my strength, I shove our cum filled panties into he r mouth and then force it closed. I start to staple her mouth shut, counting as I go.

“One staple for being a bitch, two staples for being a whore, three staples because I don't like you, and foor staples because well you're breathing my air and that just won't do.” After I've finished stapling her mouth shut, I observe her face. She's gone a little pale and I can tell she wants to scream, but between the underwear she's trying not to swallow and her mouth being stapled shut, she can't. I don't understand why Layla hasn't done this before. It's amazing what some office supplies can do.

Turning back to Mr. Scott, I see his face has also gone a little white, looking in complete terror. Standing behind him, I push his chair with him tied to it until he's sitting right in front of Vanessa.

“Vee, me and mister are going to put on a show for you,” I say cheerfully. Leaning down to his ear, I whisper, “Are you ready Mr. Scott?”

“You are a sick bitch. Let us go, Layla!” he yells. Sigh…Here we go with this shit again.

“Why does everyone always assume Layla would pull this crazy shit? Oooo, what if she had an evil twin?” I ask excitedly, walking around, so I am standing in front of him.

“Layla, you need fucking help. You’re talking about yourself in third person. Let us go and I can help you,” he pleads. I jump into his lap, using our thighs to hold on.

“Oh, the only thing you’re going to help me with is getting me off.” I run our hand through his hair.

“Wha...” he starts. I hold up our hand.

“Don’t interrupt, that's rude. You're a teacher, you should know better,” I scold as he closes his mouth. Leaning forward, I purr.

“And to feed the mayhem devouring our soul.” I lick his throat before I take a big bite out of it. I can taste the warm liquid running down our throat and it sets our body a buzz. Mr. Scott lets out a grunt of pain. I reach down to palm his dick through his pants. “Are you gonna be a good boy and let me fuck you?” I ask, batting our eyelashes.

“I wouldn’t fuck you for all the money in the world,” he growls. Throwing our head back, I cackle.

“Really? The hard dick in our hand would say otherwise.” I wink and unbutton his pants, his average sized cock pops out. I raise up just enough to move our pussy right over the tip of his dick, rubbing it between our slit. Arousal starts to form and his tense shoulders relax a little. Stupid fool. Fisting his dick, I slide it in, our pussy feels full, and I start grinding on his lap.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

“You like that? You like the way our wet pussy feels riding you?” I ask, tugging his hair and forcing him to look at me. Refusing to answer, I lock our hand around his throat and squeeze until his face starts to turn purple. I let go and try again, all while keeping my rhythm steady.

“I said, do you like the way your dick feels with us riding you?” I nibble his chin as he lets out a soft whisper.

“Yes.”

“I'm sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” I say just as I ride him harder, our arousal coating his cock. I can feel the pulse in his dick, letting me know he's getting close, but not before I get mine.

“Fuck, yes. Yes, I fucking like it. Don’t stop,” he moans. I smirk, reaching down to rub our clit.

“Did you hear that, Vee? Our teacher loves our pussy.” I moan as Vanessa whimpers in the background. Feeling myself about to let go, reach for the scissors on the desk right next to us. Trailing them over his body, leaving little nicks everywhere. Moving our mouth toward the knick on his collarbone, I suck the blood into our mouth. The taste sends me into a frenzy, moaning as my orgasm releases.

“Ahhh…Mr. Scott, yesss.” He comes right after me. The first spurt of cum fills me as I raise the scissors to his ne ck. Mr. Scott looks at me with hooded eyes halfway into his orgasm. Before he can scream, I slice his throat. Blood shoots out all over our face and body. I grab the coffee cup off the desk that says World's Best Teacher and bring it up to the pouring blood, holding it there until it's filled. I smile wickedly as I watch the life leave his eyes. His face holds a look of terror, surprise, and elation. All jumbled into one. Satisfied with my work, I stand and shoot Vanessa a look.

“Oh, Vee,” I sing song. It's your turn. She tries to roll away from me, but I zip tied her tight. She's not going anywhere. I can only imagine what I look like at the moment, but the extra tears on her face tells me all I need to know.

I kneel in front of her, taking some of her hair and putting it behind her ear. She starts shaking. I'm sure she wants to beg and plead for mercy, but it's too late for that. She's played her cards and now she has to deal with the consequences. Taking the blood-filled cup, I pour it over her head, covering her blonde hair with the red liquid.

“Oops, it was a complete accident. I’m so sorry,” I fake pout. Even when I can't control Layla's actions, I see and know everything. I push Vanessa back down to her back and get back on top of her.

“This might hurt a bit,” I say, licking our bottom lip. I take her breast in one hand and the scissors in the other. I start to cut her tit off. Thankfully, these scissors are super sharp and it doesn't take me as long as it should. Taking her shirt that was tossed on the floor, I stuff it into the hole in her chest where her boob used to be. I noticed she passed out as I started on the other breast. We can't have that, can we? I finish cutting before I rear back and slap her across the cheek. She comes to and tries to scream again. I guess she forgot her mouth is no longer accessible.

“Wakey, wakey, Vee. I need you awake for the finale,” I say, cheerfully.

I stand and reach down to hold up Mr. Scott’s half hard cock and cut it off at the base. Turning around, I wave it out in front of me toward Vanessa, which makes her cry even harder. Damn, how many tears can she cry?

“Look at what I got for you. Consider this my goodbye present.” I push up her skirt and rip her panties off. Spreading her thighs open as far as I can, I take the severed dick and shove it into her dry pussy. I guess fear doesn't get her off. Shoving it all the way in as I grab the stapler sitting beside her on the floor. I pinch her slits together and staple it shut. Looking at her face, she’s lost almost all her color. I grab her jaw, forcing her to look at me.

“Now, you'll have your favorite thing with you, even in the afterlife.” I kiss her lips and then stab her gut, yanking the scissors up until her intestines spill out. Vanessa goes limp in our hands and I let her drop to the floor.

Standing up, I realize there's no way I'm going to be able to clean this mess before Layla wakes up. I might as well add some finishing touches. I grab both of Vanessa's dismembered breasts and tape her breasts to the white board for tomorrow’s first class period to see. Taking our finger, I dip it through the blood and write a message on the board. “Hakuna Ma Tatas, Fuckers?.”

Taking one last look around, I pull out my phone to check the time once more. 11:00 p.m. Perfect.

Before heading home, I use the gym shower to wash the blood off and use one of the side exits. I hear the alarms go off as soon as I'm outside. Seeing the woods across the football field, I take off running until I'm hidden beneath the trees.

After an hour of walking the long way home to the house, I avoid going through the front door in case I have another run in with Ryan. If it was up to me, I would just stab the bitch, but it's clear her and Layla have something kindling and I would never do anything to ruin Layla’s chance at happiness.

Climbing up the tree, I walk across the branch closest to my window. I internally scream with joy when I see Layla has left the window open. I only have to jump a little and I'm rolling into our room. I rush to lock the bedroom door, in case someone decides they care for once. I am not in the mood to deal with any more people tonight. I strip naked and climb in bed. I can't wait for the shit show tomorrow.