Page 7 of Sins Of Her Sister

Kali

Looking up at the stars with the cool breeze blowing through our hair, it feels nice. Especially with the rage seeping through our pores. My sweet Layla is too damn kind and too good to everyone. She's always been handed the short end of the stick in life, but never asked for more. I get lost in memories of Layla, six-years-old, in her little bed at night.

Lying there, pretending to be asleep and holding our stuffed monkey tightly to our chest. No matter how much we prayed, he never missed a visit.

We heard the door to our bedroom open and footsteps creeped toward our bed. Squeezing our eyes hard and hoping, maybe once, he will just go away. We felt the covers being lifted and heard his scratchy voice.

“Are you pretending to be asleep, my love?” he mumbles. Smelling the alcohol on his breath, we tried not to gag. Most would think being called ‘my love’ is a sweet term of endearment. But every time we heard it, we wanted to vomit and weep. Feeling his rough hands slide down our nightgown and then up our body, tears leaked from our eyes.

“Please, no. Please, not tonight,” we pleaded. But of course, he didn't listen. Slipping one hand into our panties while using his other to touch himself, he did what he usually did. When he was done and satisfied, he'd buckle up his pants and bid us a good night.

“Goodnight, my love. Daddy loves you,” he said sweetly. Completely sick to our stomach, we'd lurch out of bed to throw up.

Hearing a limb snap, I’m thrown out of our memories to see Julie approaching. She’s supposed to be Layla's best friend, and for a while I could understand why she was. After tonight, though, that will change. Our heart is beating faster, and my urges are begging to create mayhem.

“Layla!” Julie shouts, rushing towards us. Julie doesn't know about me. That I come out to play when Layla is triggered. No one does. Fortunately for us, she won't get a chance to tell anyone about me. If no one else protects Layla, I undoubtedly will.

“Julie, you really have some nerve coming to find me tonight,” I purr, making her stop half a foot away from us.

“Layla, I'm not sure what upset you…” she starts, her voice already trembling.

“You don't know what upset me?” I laugh, throwing our head back dramatically. “Oh… I don't know, Julie. Maybe it was watching my boyfriend shove his tongue down your throat while you rubbed your nasty pussy all over him. That sure seems upsetting… Don't you think, Julie?” I say sarcastically. Smirking at her, I drink in the terror and realization on her face.

“Layla, I'm so sorry. It was the alcohol. You know I would never purposely hurt you.” Julie starts sobbing.

“You know… I took you for a slut, Jules. I didn't take you for a liar, too,” I say. Letting out a laugh because I’m done with her shit, I step toward her while holding her stare.

“I'm so sorry. I'll do anything for you to forgive me,” she pleads. Her begging is music to our ears, but my fun has just begun.

“Anything, huh?” I twirl a piece of her hair between our fingers.

“Yes, Lay! Anything. Anything you want! Just tell me,” she says with a hint of hope in her voice.

“I want your blood,” I respond, tilting our head.

“What…” she questions, but before she can comprehend the situation, I hold her by her hair and punch her in the nose. It immediately starts spraying blood. Julie is on her knees and squealing. What a magnificent sight.

While she's tending to her broken nose, I spot a glass bottle on the ground. It's really shitty to litter, but lucky for me, I actually need it. Picking up the bottle, I break it against the swing set pole and prowl back to Julie. As she lifts her head, I snatch her by the hair and tow her toward the forest. Poor Layla could never do this with how weak she is, but I can be strong for the both of us.

Julie is kicking and screaming all the way to my favorite spot. We're deep in the woods, next to the playground. No one knows about this place, not even Layla. It's far from everyone, so she can scream as loudly as she wants for me. After letting go of Julie's hair, I straddle her, using our legs to hold her arms down.

“Please, what are you doing? We’re best friends!” she whimpers, her body violently shaking.

“Shhh… Layla was your best friend and what a shitty one you've been,” I tell her with a smile.

“What do you mean?! You're Layla!” Julie shouts, her eyes pooling with confusion and more tears.

“No, honey. I'm Layla's vengeance. I’m here to give her justice,” I say calmly. Without letting her speak, I clampJulie's tongue with our fingers and take the sharp end of the bottle to sever it from her mouth. The glass isn't all that sharp, so the slice work is awful, and it takes longer than usual. It’s a little annoying, I must admit. I make a mental note to leave a knife out here before Layla comes to next time. Blood spills everywhere and lands on our top. Oops. Oh, well! Bringing her severed tongue to eye level, I inspect it like it's a delicacy while Julie tries to squirm beneath me. I kiss the tip of it before sucking on it, licking the sides and finding ecstasy in the metallic taste of blood.

“Mmmm…” I moan. “Do you know what this tastes like, Jules? This tastes like Layla’s fucking boyfriend!!” I tease over her sounds of anguish. “Open up!” I sing song. She shuts her mouth tightly and her eyes are bulging out of their sockets as she shakes her head in fear.

“Come on, Jules. You've opened your trap a hundred times for some dick. So… open up for us, bestie,” I say sweetly. I put her detached tongue to our mouth and hold it with our teeth as I roughly squeeze her cheeks together with one hand, pinching her nose with the other to block her oxygen intake. After a few moments, she finally opens her mouth and gasps for air, but not for too long. I spit her tongue back in her mouth just in time and it falls perfectly to the back of her throat, making her gag and choke. Julie is fighting for air when I lock her head in place by her jaw, still pinching her nose.

“Now be a good fucking slut and choke on it, baby,” I torment, smirking as I watch her face turn redder than her hair. Eventually, she coughs up the little muscle when I allow her to move her head to the side, making it land next to us with a little thump. Tears stream down her face and mix with the blood around her mouth. I slide our tongue through the blood and tears on her face, loving the sweet taste of revenge.

Julie tries to speak, but she can't form any words, making her sob harder in horror. Using the glass bottle, Iharshly cut her clothes off. At this point, she's beginning to lose consciousness from the blood loss. Snaking my way to her naked breasts, our lips find her nipple and I sink our teeth into the tender flesh until the tang of blood tickles our mouth. I bite hard enough that the nipple detaches from her dying body. Quickly spitting it out, I make my way to the other side and do the same thing. Julie catches a second wind from the pain and looks like she’s about to pop a vein from screaming so hard.

It's not quite messy enough for me, so I take the broken glass and hold it up to her neck. She’s shaking her head so hard, she might give herself whiplash. I dig the glass into her neck, feeling the satisfying pop as it punctures her delicate skin. My grin gets wider as I watch her blood bubble up at the same time her eyes start to lose their light. The slice starts at her neck, then I carve down her body until blood is gushing out. Now that Julie is nice and quiet, I forcefully pull each side of her body until her chest is wide open, her warm blood completely drenching us.

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