Sins Of Her Sister

Chapter 18

K ali

I can still feel the rage in our nerves, I don't know how long I have before Layla resurfaces. As soon as Blaze pulls the Jeep into the driveway, I get out and storm into the house. I need to spend as little time as possible around Ryan. She's so used to being the one in control, and if I’m around her too much, I will definitely show her who is really in charge.

Since I already took a shower, I go straight to our room and change into night clothes. Going through our clothes, I realize we are nowhere near having the same taste in fashion. I've always known this, but I've never had time to actually stop and look through our things, nor did I really care. Layla is your sweet, fluffy, princess, and I'm your black cat. Sharp claws, RBF from hell, cover me in red, and let's call it a day.

I pick a light pink, spaghetti strap and a pair of silk shorts that match. I choose to go without underwear because our girl needs to breathe.

Our body relaxes into the softness of the sheets. Closing our eyes, I wait for sleep to take over. It's been a long day, I've drained almost all of our energy.I'm almost asleep when I feel a presence hovering over us. I snap our hand out and grab said presence by the throat, catching them off guard. I open our eyes and low and behold.

“What do we have here?” I smirk, squeezing her throat tighter. My stepsister looks down at me with wide eyes. I’m really trying to be good for Layla's sake, but it looks like little miss Ryan can't resist.

Ryan tries to pull our hand away from her throat, she doesn't like to be the one in this position when it comes to us. Unable to pull our hands away, Ryan wheezes.

“Let me go…now.”

I pull her face closer to mine, but I'm not sure how she got on top of us without me noticing. Sneaky little bitch. I lick the side of her face and cup her pussy through her underwear. She's wearing an oversized band tee that stops at her knees, black, knee-high socks, and her blonde hair is in a messy bun. Ryan sucks in a sharp inhale, her mouth wide open.

“You came into my room, got on top of me, and you're telling me to let go?” I let out a cackle. “I don't think so, sister.” Before she can respond, I roll her over and straddle her, our hand still curled around her neck.

“Let me go, you psycho...” Ryan starts to say, but I push two of our fingers into her cunt before she can finish. Thinking about her step-sister has her drenched.

“I thought you wanted to play?” I ask, smirking. Ryan looks into my eyes and she gulps under the pressure of our hand.

“Your eyes…what's wrong with your eyes?” Ryan squeaks. I start to grow irritated and I know our face shows it. Moving in and out of her clenching pussy, I circle our thumb around her swollen clit. Her nipples pebble under her shirt. I bite one hard enough to sting and Ryan lets out a moan. Her thighs squeeze around our hand.

“You need to learn your place, sister.” I say into her mouth.

“Mmmm, fuck,” Ryan gasps, her clit pulsing as she's on the verge of orgasm. As her pussy begins to contract around our fingers, I snatch our hand away and get off the bed.

“Get out.” I command, holding the door open .

“What the fuck was that?” Ryan says as she glares at me. Avoiding her stare, I gesture for her to leave.

“Get out before I do things I'll regret,” I say, finally giving her my eyes as they darken. Shaking her head, she stomps toward the door and stops.

“Fuck you, Layla.” Ryan says angrily. She marches to her room and slams the door. If Layla was here, this situation would have gone very differently.

Finally getting back into bed, I close our eyes trying to drift off. I can feel that I don’t have much time before I'm back to being dormant. As I begin to doze off, I picture those blue eyes, messy blonde hair, curves for days, and lips as red as the blood I devour. Then I realize that maybe Layla isn't the only one who has feelings for her step-sister.

R yan

School’s still out so I'm lounging on the couch, watching the new season of ‘The House Of The Dragon’. People around here should be so happy I can’t Dracarys their ass. My dad and step-mom are at work today, which leaves the house empty except for me and Layla.

I can't stop thinking about how my step-sister was acting last night. Lately, it seems like she has become a completely different person. If I was to go by the way her eyes change colors, then I would be 99% sure that she does become a different person. Alas, I'm not a doctor, so I don't know.

I'm about to take a sip of my iced coffee, when I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. It's 9:30 in the morning and Layla has never slept this late before. A sense of worry digs itself into the pit of my stomach, but I shake it off and try to ignore it. I'm still pissed about last night. She was never that brave to act that way, which brings me to my earlier point.

She goes straight into the kitchen and she’s rummaging around, getting her morning caffeine fix ready. Five minutes later, she's sitting down on the couch on the opposite end from me.

“Good morning,” she squeaks.

“What the hell do you want?” I snark. Layla chokes on her coffee, shock covering her face as confusion takes over mine.

“Did I do something to you?” she asks quietly. I scoff loudly.

“Did you do something? Really? Please don’t play so fucking dumb today with me, sister. I’m not in the fucking mood.” My attention is back to the TV, but the show’s over, so I switch to the news channel and put it on mute.

“I really have no idea what youre talking about, Ry. Please tell me what I've done to piss you off this time.” Layla turns to say, with sarcasm lacing her words. I catch her rolling her eyes at the end of her sentence. Snatching her shirt and bringing her face to mine, I narrow my eyes at her.

“I'm seriously sick of this little miss innocent act you keep portraying. You don't remember knocking me out and you don't remember having me in a chokehold last night. You didn’t even let me finish, so please, sincerely…get fucked!” I snarl. A whiff of her scent floats into my nose and like a drug, my nerves relax a bit. Even when I want to be angry with her, I can never fully commit.

Layla’s hand gently caresses my cheek and her wide, green eyes entrap me. “Ry, I swear. I don’t know what's going on. Nothing in my life is making sense. My days are fuzzy, things are choppy in my head. The only constant for me right now…is you. You scare the shit out of me, but I can't deny the feelings I have for you. Not anymore. They're there, burning brighter and brighter,” she whispers against my lips. My brain feels short circuits be cause I can’t form any words.

Before I know what I'm doing, my lips are on hers and our tongues explore each other as I pull her into my lap. My fingers tangle in her hair, my other hand squeezing her bottom. Layla moans in my mouth and I drink it up. She's grinding on me, her chest pressed to mine. Sensations run through my body, and every fiber of me is on fire. I snake my hand to the front of her shorts, she’s not wearing any underwear. My finger grazes her slit and she's already dripping, it’s driving me wild.

“Did you come prepared for this? Are you turned on by your sister?” I say against her lips. I slip a finger inside of her and slowly find a rhythm.

“God…Yes, Ryan. I haven't been able to get you out of my head,” Layla moans. Removing her top and throwing it behind me, I pucker around her pretty nipple, flicking it before taking it into my mouth. Nibbling enough to make it sting so I can soothe it, too. Layla holds my head to her chest as she grinds against my hand, making her head tilt back.

“Do you want to come for your sister, little angel?” I ask, placing kisses on the column of her exposed neck. Her pussy clenches around my finger, she definitely has a sister kink. I giggle to myself. Turning us toward the end of the couch, I lay my step-sister on her back and pull her shorts off in one swoop.

Layla’s lips are swollen and her pretty pink pussy is glistening, she looks delicious and I need a taste. Dipping down, I glide my tongue up her slip. Her swollen clit is in my mouth as I fuck her with my fingers.

“Fuck, Ryan! Yes, fuck me!” Layla moans loudly, squirming around my head. She's getting so wet, her arousal is all over my face. I crook my finger inside of her pussy, hitting her g-spot as I feel her walls convulsing.

“Come for me, little angel. I want you to soak my face, baby…” I moan into her pussy, sucking her clit as I rub my ow n. It doesn't take long before I'm right on the edge with her.

“Fuck, Ry! I'm gonna come…” Layla moans, bucking her hips. She’s tenses underneath me and I'm coming all over my underwear as she comes in my mouth. I don’t stop eating her, as we come down from our high. When I finally come up from between her legs, she has a lazy smile on her face. Helping her up, I kiss her and force my tongue into her mouth so she can taste herself. She holds onto my waist and dives deeper into our kiss, moaning into my mouth. When we break apart, I look at her.

“You're mine now. I'm not sharing you,” I say and mean every word of it.

“There's no going back.” She says, kissing my cheek and does a double take at the television screen.

“Oh my God, turn it up!” Layla screeches. I finally turn to see what has her riled up and a picture of Carson is on the news. I quickly push the unmute button on the remote.

Newsreporter: " Cars on King's body was found burned in his home last night at 8:00 pm. Neighbors called authorities when they found the house in flames. Firetrucks and ambulances were dispatched to the scene. The body was found in the basement of the house after the fire was safely put out. At this time, the body is being sent for an autopsy. The police suspect foul play. If anyone has any information on how this fire may have occurred, please call your local police station.”

I turn the volume back down. Layla is trembling and her face has gone pale. “Hey, you're okay. It's okay. Were you with Carson yesterday?” I ask softly. Layla turns to look at me, worry and confusion on her face.

“I remember being at the school with him, but that's it,” she whispers, her lip trembling. I gather her in my arms and hold her.

“Layla, do you remember me and Blaze picking you up yesterday?” I ask. She looks up at me, her eyes wide.

“No. I don't remember that at all.” She’s afraid. Tears form in her eyes, and I know she's telling the truth. I rub the nape of her neck and hold her tightly to me.

“Shh…shh…little angel. It's all going to be okay. We will figure this out.” Layla clings to me like I'm her lifeline as she sobs into my shoulder. I have no clue what's going on, but if Layla goes through hell, I'm going through with her.