Page 14 of Sins Of Her Sister

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 isme,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 standsstill, 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.

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 worriedly.

“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.

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