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The sight of blood turns me on and the adrenaline has me moving quickly to get a release. I push our bloody hand down our pants and into our panties. Finding our clit, I start to rub furiously, still straddling Julie. Her dead body and her blood all over us makes me wetter and wetter. Rubbing faster, I can feel my orgasm coming full force. Eyes rolling to the back of our head, I feel my orgasm take over every inch of our body. We’re trembling and grinding on Julie, her lifeless body jerking with our movements.

“That was fun, bestie of the year,” I say out loud as I pat Julie’s cheek a few times, leaving blood and a little bit of our arousal on her cheek.

Finally coming down from my high, I stand to observe the beautiful mess I've made. Realizing it's now three in the morning, I drag Julie over to a hole I remember seeing the last time we were out here. After burying her body, Ifinally head home. The need for chaos has calmed down enough and Layla will return soon.

Chapter 6

Layla

Waking up to the light shining in my eyes, I realize I'm in my bed. I don't remember anything after I caught Carson kissing Julie so I'm not sure how I got home. I shut the door to my bathroom to look in the mirror. All the air leaves my lungs and I start to hyperventilate. I am covered in red stuff that looks like blood. If I didn't know any better, I would say it even smells like it. It's everywhere. There are smears on my face and my whole body is covered in it. Not wanting anyone to see me like this, I jump in the hot shower and start scrubbing. I wash my hair, face, and scrub my body hard enough that it feels like I'm scrubbing my skin away. When I feel clean enough, I get dressed and come up completely blank when I try to think of what happened. Did someone drug me? Did I drink too much? This had to be some kind of prank, but who would want to fuck with me like this? No one I know would actually–fucking, Ryan. My step-sister hates my guts and would totally pull some shit like this.

I rush to Ryan's room. I would usually knock if I were to ever enter her territory, but it's like I've lost all my senses. I barged in and slammed the door. To my surprise, Ryan is already up and it looks like she's sketching. The air gets sucked out of me and I swallow the thick lump in my throat as I take in the sight of her. I may hate Ryan, but I can’t deny how beautiful she is wearing an off the shoulder cropped tee and her tight sleep shorts.Her hair is a mess of waves and she still has hints of last night's makeup on her face. I'm not into girls, but yet my heartbeat speeds up so fast that I almost become tongue tied until I remember the reason I'm here. Ryan finally looks at me and narrows her eyes.

“What the fuck do you want?” she asks angrily.

“I know you pulled that fucking prank on me last night. Never pull that shit again!” I say firmly, finally feeling like I've found my backbone. Ryan stands up from her desk and strides toward me, getting in my face.

“I don’t know what the fuck you're talking about, but you better watch who the fuck you’re talking to,” she says before her eyes roam over my body.

“Ryan, I know you poured that red shit all over me and I'm telling you to knock it off,” I stutter, feeling her piercing eyes stare into me. Instead of replying, she shoves me onto her bed. She's on me before my body can respond. I have no idea what the fuck is happening and my brain is slow at comprehending the moment. Ryan holds my wrists together above my head with one hand.

“Seems like you had a rough night, little angel. You could use some relief,” she whispers in my hair. She calls me ‘little angel’ to mock me, but this time it feels different. Dragging her tongue from my ear, she moves to my mouth and shoves her tongue in, taking full control. This is unlike me, but I don't fight her off. So caught off guard, I didn't realize she released my wrists when I felt her hands move down to my breasts. My nipples harden into a peak.

“Is that what's wrong, Layla? Does the little angel need to get off?” she asks. I whimper as Ryan jerks my shirt and bra off in one go. Then, she's back to kissing me and exploring my mouth with her tongue while her hand explores the rest of me. I can feel the heat in my body spreading down to my pussy. Ryan’s mouth finally leaves mine and she kisses her way down until my nipple is in her mouth. She’s sucking and pleasuring one while herfingers pinch and tease the other. It's the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain and I'm losing myself.

“Fuck,” I whimper. Ryan trails her hand down my body until she gets under my shorts and finds my clit. The only thing separating her hand from my nub is the thin layer of cotton.

“Is this what you need, sister?” she speaks while planting wet kisses on my jaw and neck. Ryan slowly starts rubbing circles and my panties are soaked. “Do you like this? Do you like it when your sister plays with this little clit?” Ryan asks teasingly.

“Fuck, Ryan…Yes!” I groan, not knowing why I admit this. My body has taken complete control and my brain is nowhere to be found. Feeling myself about to fall over the edge, I moan into Ryan's neck. “Fuck, Ry…I'm about to come,” I announce, feeling myself about to explode. Ryan uses her other hand to squeeze my throat, adding just enough pressure to intensify the orgasm she’s about to give me.

“That's it, little angel. Come hard for your sister. I want you to soak your panties.” I detonate at that moment and do exactly as she said. Never having a feeling like this before, a tear leaks from my eye at the pleasure I just experienced. Once the haze wears off, I jump from the bed when I realize what I just let my step-sister do.

“What the fuck did you just do?!” I ask Ryan as I freak the fuck out. Ryan just smirks at me. I pick up my clothes and quickly throw them back on. Ryan holds me by the chin, forcing me to look at her.

“Let me make this clear, Layla. Your tears, your pain, and your fucking pleasure are mine,” she growls, her eyes searching mine.

“This will never happen again, Ryan,” I spit out as I walk out the door.

“We'll see about that,” I hear her say. Once in my room, I decide to take another shower to clear my head. It’s onlythe start of my last year of school and already my mind and life are a mess. I keep telling myself one more year and I'd be free, but I have a feeling my step-sister has a whole new course planned for me.

Chapter 7

Ryan

It's Saturday night and what's my ass doing? Rotting in bed, sketching. I usually enjoy lazy nights like this, doing what I love. Tonight, I'm only able to draw one thing or should I say, someone. I've already drawn five portraits of Layla and at least two of the scenes were from what happened this morning. I wanted so badly to perfect the way she looked at me when she came all over my hand through her panties. I'm trying to burn the image into my brain. Getting ready to start on a new page, my phone lights up with a text from Blaze. With a grin on my face, I pick up the phone to read his message.

Blaze: Hey, princess!! Be ready in 15. I'm OMW.

Ryan: & what if, I said no? Hmm? What then?

Blaze: Then, I’d say too bad! I'm coming to get your ass anyway! ;)

Ryan: Can you at least tell me if I'll be returning home?!

Blaze: Not tonight, sweetheart.

Rushing to get dressed, I can't help but wonder what he has planned tonight. I chose my dark purple tube top under my black netted long sleeve shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans with holes in the knees, and of course, my favorite Converse. An idea forms in my head while I brushmy hair out and finish my makeup with my signature dark red lipstick.

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