Page 9 of Sins Of Her Sister

I don't bother knocking, but instead, burst into Layla’s room, making the door slam against the wall. I snarl when I remember why I hate coming in here. It's too bright and clean compared to my dark and disorganized room with posters all over the walls and my art supplies scattered everywhere. Looking over to see her lying on her queen sized bed, atop her white, fluffy bedspread, I noticed she had earphones in and didn't hear me come in. Kicking the door shut, I march over to her and yank the earpiece out.

“Get dressed. You're coming with me,” I demand, walking over to her dresser and throwing a tight, red sweater and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans on her bed.

“You've completely lost your brain cells if you think I'm going anywhere with you, Ryan,” she scowls. Not liking the tone in her voice, I stomp over to her and roughly grab her chin, forcing her to look at me.

“Oh, you’re going, little angel,” I tell her, faking a sweet smile.

“And why would I do that?” she mutters. Not breaking eye contact, I lean in where our lips are almost touching. I can smell the mint on her breath.

“Because if you don't, I'd hate for Mommy to find out what her precious daughter was doing last night,” I threaten. Layla stutters—I love the satisfaction that envelops me knowing I make her this nervous.

“Are you just going to blackmail me every time you want me to do something?” she asks boldly.

“If I must. Now, hurry up. Meet me at the door in five minutes,” I tell her as I leave her room. This night is about to get far more interesting.

Sitting in the front seat with Blaze, I catch Layla pouting in the backseat. I’ve never met someone so fucking miserable, but I guess I am the reason why she'sunhappy right now. I should feel bad, but unfortunately for my sweet step-sister, I never give a fuck. I decided that she's mine to toy with and I'll do what I want, when I want.

“You didn't tell me you were bringing company!” Blaze speaks over the wind blowing in the cabin of his Jeep, narrowing his eyes at me.

“You didn't tell me where you're taking us,” I respond, giving him a pointed look.

“A, is throwing a party tonight at his parent’s cabin by the lake. He invited us, so I told him we would be there,” he says without looking at me.

“A, huh? Getting a little more friendly, are we, Daddy?” I tease.

“Oh, baby…I'll be as friendly as I need to be as long as you're involved.” He turns to look at me and winks. I can't control the giggle that erupts from my chest. Blaze has been acting affectionate with me recently, a lot more than usual. I'm not sure when that shift happened, but I can feel the change in our relationship, and I don't know how to feel about it yet.

“Could you two get a fucking room?!” Layla snaps from the back seat. Turning around and fake pouting, I tease her more.

“Aww…are you and Carson fighting? Is that why you've been such a bitch today?” I smile. Expecting a snippy reply, she doesn't say anything. Instead, she turns her head to look out the window. Growing intrigued, I give her my full attention, shifting my body to face her as much as I can without the seat belt choking me. I observe the way she intensely rubs her hand up and down her thigh, like she's trying to calm her nerves.

“Wait a minute. Are you two not getting along?” I ask. Finally, looking at me, Layla snaps.

“We are fine. Even if we weren't, it’s none of your fucking business, Ryan,” she says with a lot more sassthan I’m used to getting from her.

Before I can reply back, I feel Blaze's hand squeeze my thigh, warning me to drop it. If it were anyone else, I'd tell them to fuck off, but I trust Blaze more than I trust myself. Turning back around to face the front, I sigh deeply and let it go. I noticed Layla is starting to grow a backbone, and as much as it should piss me off, deep down, I’m proud. Her mom treats her like shit, no matter how hard she tries. I know I should and could be kind to her, but I can't stop the strong need to feast on her emotions and lure out her chaotic energy, just to watch it burn because of me.

We pull up to the cabin and it takes my breath away. I dreamed of owning a log cabin on the lake and this one takes the cake. Standing at two stories, I can see the crystal chandelier hanging over the foyer from where I stand. Blaze leads us inside the cabin with Layla following behind. Making our way toward the drinks, I attempt to be nice so I turn around to offer my step-sister one. Not to my surprise, I see that Carson has already stolen her away. Not mentally ready to deal with that bullshit right now, I go back to fixing myself a strong whiskey and cranberry cocktail. I’m relishing in the soft burn coating my throat when a set of arms snake around my waist and soft lips against my ear.

“Hey, baby.” A sexy grumble tickles my ear and goosebumps erupt on my arms. I peek around to find Aaron’s icy blue eyes staring back into mine. He’s biting the corner of his plump, bottom lip, signaling that he's already feeling tipsy.

“Hey, you…thank you for the invite.” I shoot him a seductive smile as I turn around to look at him.

“How could I not? After last night, I can't wait to taste you again,” he says, running the tip of his tongue along his lower lip. Blaze throws an arm around me, but this timehe's not ready to pounce on someone. His indifference is new to me.

“What's up, A? Thanks for the invite.” Blaze smirks at him and I swear a blush spreads across Aaron's face. These two were acting like they couldn't stand each other yesterday, but today they're acting like good friends. I guess a little dick will do that to you—or maybe little isn't the right word. I meant huge. There’s nothing little about the two men standing next to me. Not physically or personality wise.

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun with you guys and thought it wouldn't be a party without you two here,” Aaron says.

“Well, maybe we can have round two? What do you say, Ry?” Blaze asks as he places a kiss on the top of my head. Even though my girl down there is already purring and wet, I roll my eyes and duck under Blaze's arm to face them both.

“You better get on your fucking knees and beg like the good little boys you are or you'll never get to taste this pussy again. You're lucky you won that game last night,” I sternly say, winking at them before turning my heel and heading toward the dance floor. I hear a jumble of cursing under their breath and then the sound of footsteps rushing my way.

Two bodies sandwich me in as the music flows through my body. Aaron is staring down at me and Blaze is at my back. As their hands roam freely over me, I pull Aaron’s head down and connect my lips to his, our tongues slowly exploring each other. Blaze presses his erection into my ass and I whimper into Aaron’s mouth. I’m not sure where tonight’s headed, but I can’t wait to find out.

Layla

Carson is pulling me toward an empty room and I'mstumbling trying to keep up. Once inside, he shuts the door and locks it quickly with a flick of his wrist. Turning around to face me, he cradles my face with both hands. If I didn't know any better, I’d think the worry in his eyes is legit, but I can finally say I know better.He’s full of shit. He has been calling and texting all day, but I haven't answered once. At least he’s tried to reach out, but the same can't be said for my best friend, Julie. She's either still hungover or feels too guilty to face the consequences of her actions. I'll choose the latter, even if that hurts me more.

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