Page 22 of Sins Of Her Sister

“Layla, you need fucking help. You’re talking about yourself in third person. Let us go and I can help you,” he pleads. I jump into his lap, using our thighs to hold on.

“Oh, the only thing you’re going to help me with is getting me off.” I run our hand through his hair.

“Wha...” he starts. I hold up our hand.

“Don’t interrupt, that's rude. You're a teacher, you should know better,” I scold as he closes his mouth. Leaning forward, I purr.

“And to feed the mayhem devouring our soul.” I lick his throat before I take a big bite out of it. I can taste the warm liquid running down our throat and it sets our bodya buzz. Mr. Scott lets out a grunt of pain. I reach down to palm his dick through his pants. “Are you gonna be a good boy and let me fuck you?” I ask, batting our eyelashes.

“I wouldn’t fuck you for all the money in the world,” he growls. Throwing our head back, I cackle.

“Really? The hard dick in our hand would say otherwise.” I wink and unbutton his pants, his average sized cock pops out. I raise up just enough to move our pussy right over the tip of his dick, rubbing it between our slit. Arousal starts to form and his tense shoulders relax a little. Stupid fool. Fisting his dick, I slide it in, our pussy feels full, and I start grinding on his lap.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

“You like that? You like the way our wet pussy feels riding you?” I ask, tugging his hair and forcing him to look at me. Refusing to answer, I lock our hand around his throat and squeeze until his face starts to turn purple. I let go and try again, all while keeping my rhythm steady.

“I said, do you like the way your dick feels with us riding you?” I nibble his chin as he lets out a soft whisper.

“Yes.”

“I'm sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” I say just as I ride him harder, our arousal coating his cock. I can feel the pulse in his dick, letting me know he's getting close, but not before I get mine.

“Fuck, yes. Yes, I fucking like it. Don’t stop,” he moans. I smirk, reaching down to rub our clit.

“Did you hear that, Vee? Our teacher loves our pussy.” I moan as Vanessa whimpers in the background. Feeling myself about to let go, reach for the scissors on the desk right next to us. Trailing them over his body, leaving little nicks everywhere. Moving our mouth toward the knick on his collarbone, I suck the blood into our mouth. The taste sends me into a frenzy, moaning as my orgasm releases.

“Ahhh…Mr. Scott, yesss.” He comes right after me. The first spurt of cum fills me as I raise the scissors to his neck. Mr. Scott looks at me with hooded eyes halfway into his orgasm. Before he can scream, I slice his throat. Blood shoots out all over our face and body. I grab the coffee cup off the desk that says World's Best Teacher and bring it up to the pouring blood, holding it there until it's filled. I smile wickedly as I watch the life leave his eyes. His face holds a look of terror, surprise, and elation. All jumbled into one. Satisfied with my work, I stand and shoot Vanessa a look.

“Oh, Vee,” I sing song. It's your turn. She tries to roll away from me, but I zip tied her tight. She's not going anywhere. I can only imagine what I look like at the moment, but the extra tears on her face tells me all I need to know.

I kneel in front of her, taking some of her hair and putting it behind her ear. She starts shaking. I'm sure she wants to beg and plead for mercy, but it's too late for that. She's played her cards and now she has to deal with the consequences. Taking the blood-filled cup, I pour it over her head, covering her blonde hair with the red liquid.

“Oops, it was a complete accident. I’m so sorry,” I fake pout. Even when I can't control Layla's actions, I see and know everything. I push Vanessa back down to her back and get back on top of her.

“This might hurt a bit,” I say, licking our bottom lip. I take her breast in one hand and the scissors in the other. I start to cut her tit off. Thankfully, these scissors are super sharp and it doesn't take me as long as it should. Taking her shirt that was tossed on the floor, I stuff it into the hole in her chest where her boob used to be. I noticed she passed out as I started on the other breast. We can't have that, can we? I finish cutting before I rear back and slap her across the cheek. She comes to and tries to scream again. I guess she forgot her mouth is no longer accessible.

“Wakey, wakey, Vee. I need you awake for the finale,” I say, cheerfully.

I stand and reach down to hold up Mr. Scott’s half hard cock and cut it off at the base. Turning around, I wave it out in front of me toward Vanessa, which makes her cry even harder. Damn, how many tears can she cry?

“Look at what I got for you. Consider this my goodbye present.” I push up her skirt and rip her panties off. Spreading her thighs open as far as I can, I take the severed dick and shove it into her dry pussy. I guess fear doesn't get her off. Shoving it all the way in as I grab the stapler sitting beside her on the floor. I pinch her slits together and staple it shut. Looking at her face, she’s lost almost all her color. I grab her jaw, forcing her to look at me.

“Now, you'll have your favorite thing with you, even in the afterlife.” I kiss her lips and then stab her gut, yanking the scissors up until her intestines spill out. Vanessa goes limp in our hands and I let her drop to the floor.

Standing up, I realize there's no way I'm going to be able to clean this mess before Layla wakes up. I might as well add some finishing touches. I grab both of Vanessa's dismembered breasts and tape her breasts to the white board for tomorrow’s first class period to see. Taking our finger, I dip it through the blood and write a message on the board.“Hakuna Ma Tatas, Fuckers♥.”

Taking one last look around, I pull out my phone to check the time once more. 11:00 p.m. Perfect.

Before heading home, I use the gym shower to wash the blood off and use one of the side exits. I hear the alarms go off as soon as I'm outside. Seeing the woods across the football field, I take off running until I'm hidden beneath the trees.

After an hour of walking the long way home to the house, I avoid going through the front door in case I have another run in with Ryan. If it was up to me, I would just stab the bitch, but it's clear her and Layla have something kindling and I would never do anything to ruin Layla’schance at happiness.

Climbing up the tree, I walk across the branch closest to my window. I internally scream with joy when I see Layla has left the window open. I only have to jump a little and I'm rolling into our room. I rush to lock the bedroom door, in case someone decides they care for once. I am not in the mood to deal with any more people tonight. I strip naked and climb in bed. I can't wait for the shit show tomorrow.

Chapter 13

Ryan

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