Page 18 of Sins Of Her Sister

The windows are down and my hair is blowing in the wind. I look over at my best friend, he’s tapping his fingerson the steering wheel to the beat of the music. He has a smile on his face like he doesn’t have a care in the world. I feel flutters in my stomach when he turns that dimpled smile my way and winks at me. Something changed in our relationship. I don't know when, exactly, and I'm not sure what to do. Especially when all I can think about is the raven haired beauty who sleeps in the next room to me. I can still taste and smell her arousal two days later. I meant what I said when she was mine, that thought is permanently planted in my brain. I wonder what our parents would do if they had caught me eating her pussy like it was my last meal. I want to say I would care, but I absolutely give no fucks. I probably would keep going until she was screaming and her cum was running down my face. As much as a little princess Layla is, even I can admit our parents have always treated us like shit. Never giving a damn about us, unless it was for their own selfish reasons.

Something changed in my step-sister’s eyes in the shed the other night. I have never seen it from her before. Not being able to get Layla off my mind, I send her a text message.

Ryan: Whatcha doin’, lil angel?

It takes five minutes and bubbles pop up to let me know she's typing.

Little Angel: In class obviously. Now, I g2g. Bye.

I quietly laugh to myself. She can't really think she can get rid of me that easily, can she?

Ryan: Not so fast! I need you to do something for me.

Little Angel: Ryan…please, leave me the hell alone. I'm trying to pay attention.

Ryan: Do what I say and I'll let you get back to your schoolwork. Scouts honor.

I wait and minutes tick by. My message shows read, so she's purposefully ignoring me. Tsk. Tsk. Wrong move princess.

Ryan: Come on, Lay. Don't you want to hear what I’m asking. I can't get the thoughts of your pussy out of my head. I want you to go to the bathroom and send me a video of you touching yourself.

Smirking, I already know what she's going to say before she sends her next reply.

Little Angel: Ryan, I can't do this and I told you I wouldn't anymore. Whatever happened between us is finished. I must've been out of my mind.

Growing irritated that she's disobeying me, I send one last message to get my point across.

Ryan: Go take a video of you touching yourself and send it to me or dear old Mommy is going to know that you knocked your sister out at a party on Saturday with a fucking wrench.

Little Angel: You have no proof I did that!!

Ryan: Try me.

With that, I lock my phone and put it back in my pocket. This can go one or two ways. She can listen like a good girl and I'll reward her tonight when she's alone in bed or she can disobey me and while I may not actually snitch, I will punish her. Either way, it's a win, win for me.

Blaze snaps his fingers in my face, realizing I was lost in my thoughts. “Yo, what the fuck is going on in that pretty head of yours?” he laughs.

I smile at him, taking his hand and squeezing. “Just enjoying the day.” I respond.

Blaze

Ryan is the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met in my nineteen years of life. We’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember, but my feelings have always run deeper than I’ve let on. I’m a possessive asshole when it comes to her and that isn’t changing. I know Aaron confessed his little boy crush to her the other night, before she pushed him into the lake. Yes, I may or may not have been creeping, but I don't trust anyone with my girl. I had no plans for our threesome the other night, but it turned out to be a great time. Ryan and I have used each other for our needs while maintaining our friendship. We genuinely care about each other. Maybe that's why she’s different for me. The only way Aaron would stand a chance at being with her is if I’m in the picture with them or I'm dead. I choose the former. I'm very comfortable with my sexuality and Aaron is very easy on the eyes. Making him blush when I kissed him the other day was hot as fuck.

Me and Ry leave for college next fall. We've always had plans to go to the same school, but even if plans changed, she knows I would follow her wherever she goes. She's mine. End of story.

She’s staring out the window with her hair blowing wild, just like her spirit, carefree. She looks at me and smiles, the only smile that could bring me to my knees. I'm in love with my best friend. All I have to do is convince her of the million reasons why this is right and why there are zero reasons it's wrong. The spot I'm taking her is the first step in that direction.

Ryan

Blaze pulls up to an old trail right off a section of woods. We’re about fifty miles from the city and I have no idea where the hell we are. If he wasn't my best friend, I would consider that he brought me here to kill me. Lucky for me, I know better.

“Where the hell are we at, Blaze Kanan?” I asked, confused. We have never been here together, and surely if he knew about it so would I.

“Don't worry, baby. Don't you trust me?” He asks with a twinkle in his eyes and it makes me wonder more what he’s up to.

“Well yeah, I got in the Jeep with you, didn't I?” I sass. Huffing a laugh, he starts walking down the trail and nods at me.

“Come on then miss badass, let's go.” he extends his hand out to me and I take it.

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