Page 3 of Sins Of Her Sister

“I’ll help you clean up, Lay,” Jules says, starting to gather her things.

“No, I’ll be fine. I just need a moment, Jules,” I say quietly, feeling the embarrassment burn my face. I grabbed an extra shirt from my locker and marched into the bathroom. My breath hitches when I run into my stepsister coming out of a stall. Ryan’s face instantly falls when she sees the mess on my head.

“What happened to you? You look like a drowned rat,” Ryan scowls as she washes her hands. I ignore her andhead into a stall, but she curls her fingers tightly around my throat and pins me to the tile wall before I can go any further. “I asked you a question, Layla,” she says through her teeth, crushing my throat a little harder.

“Why do you care?” My voice is airy from the restraint. I scowl, trying to push her off. It does no good when Ryan is a few inches taller than I am and can easily overpower me.

“Oh… I care, Layla. If anyone’s going to put hurt into those pretty green eyes, it's going to be me, sister,” she whispers with a menacing tone. I feel her tongue trail up the column of my throat to my ear lobe before she nips at it. I shouldn’t enjoy this, but my clit pulses as she runs her tongue along my neck. Besides a whimper, I can’t form any words. I inhale freely as Ryan releases me. I open my eyes to watch Ryan walk out of the bathroom, leaving me alone in my turmoil.

Chapter 4

Ryan

Obnoxiously spinning out of the school parking lot with Blaze, we head toward his house to prepare for tonight. I decided not to tell him about my encounter with my step-sister. I don't need him questioning it. I won’t be able to form a clear thought if he asks why I need to mess with her. Hell, half of the time, I don’t even know. With the mommy and daddy issues I have accumulated over the years, on top of every other issue I have, the world may never know. When Layla ignored me, and I crowded her space, her sweet coconut scent drifted to my nose and I couldn't help myself. I had to find out if she tasted as sweet as she acts.

“What are the plans for tonight? Netflix and chill?” He smirks at me from the driver's seat, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No, we’re going to Braxton and Aaron's party,” I say, keeping my eyes forward. Aaron and I occasionally hookup on the low so I wouldn’t miss one of his parties. Also, I need to pay a visit to someone attending the party. There’s no better opportunity. It’s always bothered me, seeing Layla bullied by someone else. Now it’s time I did something about it. I'm possessive of my toys, whether I plan to take care of them or not. So tonight, Vanessa will learn not to touch things that belong to me.

We rush inside once we got to Blaze’s house. His parentsare out of town for the weekend, which makes it the perfect place to pregame. Grabbing the whiskey from the cabinet, I start to make my way upstairs to get ready. I keep a stash of clothes at Blaze’s house since I like to avoid going home as much as possible. Opening up my personal drawer, I pull out my fishnet stockings, black shorts with fringe at the bottom, and my red leather corset. I plan on looking hot as fuck while I accomplish my goal tonight. I wear my Converse sneakers again, thinking I might get into some trouble tonight, so I’ll be able to run easily if necessary.

After getting dressed, I apply my dark red lipstick when Blaze walks into the room, stopping in his tracks.

“Damn, baby. You’re looking fine as hell. Are you sure you don't want to stay in? Maybe I could persuade you?” He gives me puppy dog eyes, with one dimple peeking through his pout.

“Nope,” I say, popping the P. Blaze narrows his eyes at me, his eyebrows almost touching in the middle. “I’m on a mission tonight.” I smirk at him as I spray my favorite perfume that smells like lavender with a hint of vanilla.

“Oh, hell no… You didn’t tell me we were looking for trouble tonight, Ry. I thought we were just going to have a good time,” he bursts out from behind me.

“Blaze, when have I ever gone and just had a good time without causing a little commotion?” I ask, turning to face him. It’s not that I can’t have calm nights in, but wrecking chaos satiates this hunger in me. And after the day I’ve had, it's foaming at the mouth. Blaze gives me a pointed look.

“Fine, but the moment it becomes way too much, I'm carrying your ass back home,” he says sternly, making it a little bit harder for me to take him seriously.

“Okay, Daddy,” I flirt, batting my fake eyelashes at him.

“Fuck off!” he growls, walking out of the room. Blaze is the only guy I ever call Daddy and it always hits the spot.I give myself one final glance in the full length mirror, making sure I am satisfied with how I look. Oh Vanessa, I'm coming for you.

The party's in full swing when we arrive. I walk up to the door to be greeted by Aaron himself. Aaron is tall and covered in tattoos from his neck down. He’s a piece of artwork with his dirty blonde hair, icy blue eyes, gauges in his ears, and a lip piercing hugging his bottom lip. His tongue is pierced as well—and that tongue can do tricks for days. The thought makes my pussy twitch. He looks at me from head to toe, biting the corner of his lower lip.

“Well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise?” he says playfully. I smirk at him, and as I'm about to flirt back, Blaze swings a protective arm around me. Here we go. Though Blaze and I are not dating, he's never been okay with sharing my attention with anyone else.

“Yes, Aaron. Thank you for inviting us to your lovely home.” The sarcasm is dripping from each word that leaves his mouth, his eyes wide as he and Aaron have a stare off.

“Okay, boys… that's enough. There's drinks to be drunk and games to be played.” I wink at Aaron and squeeze past him, but he softly holds my wrist, keeping me back as Blaze enters the house.

“Find me before you leave, babe,” he whispers, nibbling on my earlobe before letting me go.

As soon as I walk in, I spot my target standing by the drinks. Vanessa is already five sheets to the wind. After downing a couple drinks of cranberry and whiskey, I’m ready to play. I search for Blaze and find him chilling on the couch with his friends from school, Danny and Jax. I figure I’m in the clear so I stalk off to find my victim. Walking around the corner and down the hallway, I get a glimpse of Vanessa entering the bathroom by herself. Damn! It must be my lucky night. I couldn't have plannedthis any better. I slink behind her before she can fully close the door, realizing the bitch is too far gone that she didn’t even try to completely shut the door. Within seconds, I lock the door, flip the light off, twist her hair around my hand, and pull her back against me. Before she can make a sound, I smash her cheek and chest against the wall utilizing my height and weight. Vanessa gasps, but she’s slowly comprehending the scene.

“I hear you like to mess with things that aren't yours, Vanessa. I’m going to give you this warning only once,” I say into her ear, slipping out my bedazzled, black knife from my bra that I always keep on me. I unravel her hair from my fist and step back, only to forcefully cover her mouth with my hand, holding her head against my shoulder. Running the sharp end up her leg, under her mini skirt, I leave a light blood trail. Vanessa gasps and squirms as I tap the cold blade on her pussy.

“Try not to move too much, whore. This blade will slice you up real good,” I tell her as she starts to hyperventilate, mascara running down her face. “Layla Thomas isoff limits. If I ever see you mess with her again, look in her direction, or breathe the same air in her vicinity… I'll kill you, bitch. I promise to smile while I do it,” I threaten her, my voice grim.

With a quick flick of my wrist, I nick the outside of her pussy, making sure to leave a mark so she thinks of me when she’s out being a slut. In one swift move, I slam her head into the tile wall, hard enough to knock her out without causing any more damage to her tiny brain. Once she's on the ground, unconscious, I drag her body to the bathtub and close the shower curtain. If anyone happens to see her, they'll assume she got too drunk and passed out. Now, I let the real fun begin. I smirk as I flip the light switch and leave the bathroom.

Joining Blaze on the couch, I catch a flash of black hairfrom the corner of my eye. Looking up, I see Layla in the middle of the dance area, swaying her hips in front of her best friend while she grinds on her from behind. “Where have you been, baby?” Blaze asks, throwing his arm on the couch behind me and taking a swig of his drink.

“Oh, I was just using the bathroom,” I answer, ripping my eyes away from my step-sister. Finally meeting Blaze’s gaze, he knows I'm lying. He can read me like an open book. I'm thankful he's not calling me out on it right now, I’m not in the mood. The couch dips when he gets up and pulls my arm with him.

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