Page 20 of Sins Of Her Sister

“I love you, Ry.” Trying to joke it off, I untangle myself and gently give him a shove.

“I love you too, doofus.” Blaze grabs my hand, his faceserious.

“Ryan, listen to me.” He looks at me intensely. “I’m in love with you. I always have been.” Panic starts to set into my chest.

“Blaze, don't joke like that,” I say trying to save the situation, but it's quite clear, I'm doing just the opposite.

“I'm not joking, baby. I love you. More than anybody ever will. You have been my best friend since we were kids and along the way I realized you've become so much more. You have seen me through the good, the bad…fuck, Ry. You've seen me at my damn worst. You’re the first person I think of when I wake up and the last thing on my mind before I fall asleep. Hell, even when I'm with you, I'm thinking about you. I fucking love you. With all my heart and soul.” Blaze bites his lip nervously. “You don't have to say it back, but you need to know.” Swimming closer to me, Blaze grabs my face in the palms of his hands. “I love you, and one day, maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, you will be mine. It’s you and me, princess. Against the world. Always.” Giving me a quick peck on the lips, he lets me go.

“We should get going back,” I whisper. “Before anyone notices, we’re gone.” Nodding his head in agreement.

“Yeah, let's get dressed and I'll drive you home.”

Heading back home, Blaze is quiet and clearly lost in deep thought like I am. I feel more confused than ever. Remembering I hadn't checked my phone in a few hours, I pull it out to see I have a message.

Little Angel:VIDEO

Making sure my volume is down, I push play. There's Layla in the bathroom stall. Completely naked. Such a naughty angel when she wants to be. She moves the phone from her boobs, down her body, and then to her tight, pink, pussy. I can already feel myself getting workedup again, even though I just came all over Blaze’s dick less than thirty minutes ago.

Layla fingers herself as her palm moves against her clit. If I listen hard enough, I can hear the slight moans she can't control as she brings herself pleasure. Switching between fucking herself with her fingers and rubbing her nub, I watch her come all over her hand.

Expecting her to end it there, I’m genuinely shocked when she brings the camera back up to her face. Looking the camera dead on, she smirks and brings her fingers to her lips, sucking her cum off. I hear her speaking, so I pause the video to turn up the volume just a little. Rewinding back a few seconds, I bring the phone up to my ear.

“You like that, sister? You like when I touch myself for you? Mmmmm, Ryan. Do you want your sister to be a good girl just for you? Well, I have news for you. Layla might be a good girl, but I'm very, very bad.” Utterly confused by the way she's referring to herself in third person, I look at my screen and notice my step-sister's eyes have gone completely black.

Chapter 12

Kali

I'm not sure what triggered Layla to unleash me, especially at this time of the day. I could hear the thoughts of her stressing about sending Ryan a video. I came to when she was at the height of her orgasm, seeing the phone we were holding as she was recording us. I knew right then what I wanted to do. After sending the video, I looked at Layla's phone to see it’s 2:30 p.m. and school’s almost out. I got dressed and decided to hang out here until the students went home. I can't go back to Layla's house. Who knows if I'd be able to come face to face with our narcissistic, bitch of a mother. I can hear when Layla is trying to please her and do everything right. Too bad she doesn't remember how shitty of a mother we were blessed with. If she could, I wonder if that would change things.

Seven years old. It’s late at night. We're lying in the bed, staring out the window as the moonlight cascades over our face. Daddy hasn’t come into our room the past few nights. Our body and mind start to relax at the thought. Maybe he’s done with us.

All the hope in our chest extinguishes when we hear the twist of the door knob and the sound of heavy boots walking toward us. Trying to pretend to be asleep as usual doesn't work this time. Daddy reaches down and snatches us by the shoulder, rolling us onto our back. We gasp in shock as Daddy’s never been this rough with us before. Growling intoour face, we smell the alcohol that is always there.

“I’m sick of fucking waiting. I’m taking what’s fucking owed to me tonight.” We let out a sob as tears form in our eyes.

“Daddy, please don’t–” we pleaded.

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid little bitch...” he says as he backhands us across the cheek. Cupping our cheek, we can feel a pulse from him hitting us so hard along with the tears that have run down our face. We whimper when he grabs our underwear and rips them in half. We could feel the cold breeze in the room prickle our body.

Before we can try to push him off, he snatches our wrists and holds them down. “When I let you go, don’t you dare fucking move or I’ll slap you again, twice as hard,” he whispers angrily. He lets go and starts to unbuckle his pants, pulling them down to around his ankles. We beg for him to stop again, but he shoves something so hard into us, and we scream at the top of my lungs. There's no way we can control the tears from falling now. We’ve never felt pain like this and never want to feel it again.

That's when Layla blacks out and I start to come out in the forefront. I felt the pain he's putting us through while I see the pleasure all over his face. I feel disgust in our belly, but my rage is much stronger.

“That's it, be a good girl for Daddy...” he says. Turning toward the nightstand by our bed, I grab a sharpened pencil and shove it right in his throat. I don’t stop pushing until it's all the way through and the only thing showing is the eraser.

Our father starts to cough up blood and rolls over onto the ground. Reaching out his hand, like he’s asking for help. The anger has taken control and all I can do is giggle as I grab the scissors from our drawer. I stand over our dad. With his hand still reaching out to us, I bend over and stab him in the chest until there's no more air leaving his body.

We sat there next to him covered in blood. I can't tell who is who as we stand on our feet. I just know this had to happen or he would have never stopped.

The light in my room switches on and I look up to see our mom standing there in shock. She screams when she sees our dad and rushes to his side, yelling.“What the fuck did you do? You stupid little bitch! What did you do?” I look our mom dead in her eyes.

“He hurt us.” Raising her hand, she strikes us across the face.

“I knew I should've gotten rid of you when I had the chance,” she spits at us, her tone laced with venom. I'm sure Layla would be crying if she heard this, but all I can pray for is that she never remembers.

Coming back into focus, I see the bathroom has lost some of its natural light. I check Layla's phone and see that it's 5:30 p.m. Damn, how long was I out? Picking up Layla’s books, I step out of the restroom and make my way toward her locker. It's still too early to head home, so I explore Layla's school. Feeling famished, I start in the cafeteria to see their pantry is full of Goldfish and graham crackers. What the fuck kind of shit is this? Having a sweet tooth, I go for the graham crackers.

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