Page 15 of Sins Of Her Sister

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 tolock 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. Afterfinishing 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.

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 thatwas!” 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.

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