Page 26 of Sins Of Her Sister

Our mother stares back at me on the screen, in all her glory, in her full birthday suit. I quickly click out of her photo and scroll down to the videos. Sure enough, there she is getting fucked seven ways ‘til Sunday. The pictures and videos are never ending. I don’t have emotions other than rage half the time, but seeing this shrimp dick motherfucker fucking our mother’s ancient pussy is making me sick. The rage I feel starts to build up and boil over. I yank the computer up, ripping the cords out. I throw it down as hard as I can. The screen shatters and glass goes everywhere. I stomp on it, feeling the crunch of the glass under my shoe.

Once there's nothing left to stomp, I rummage through the bedside table to find something I can use on Carson. My jaw drops in shock. I wouldn’t have guessed that Carson had a kink. He might be a complete slut, but he's never been anything other than vanilla with Layla. Believe me, I know. I pick up the handcuffs and stuff them in our back pocket.

I’m looking through his clothes and storage boxes in his walk-in closet. I catch a silver gleam in the corner of our eye and there sits a metal Louisville slugger. Smirking to myself, I grab the bat. I’m ready for playtime.

Chapter 15

Ryan

I'm sitting against the headboard of my bed while Blaze is lying at the foot. We’re usually at his place, but since no one's at my house, we decided to hang here. I'm still fuming at Layla's actions and it's pissing me off more that she's not home for me to punish her. Blaze takes my foot and starts massaging it, using his thumb to put pressure on the bottom of my foot.

“Shit, that feels good.” I sigh. I close my eyes and scoot further down on the bed so I can relax.

“Yeah…you need to relax.” Blaze says as he kisses my ankle and makes his way up my leg, placing light kisses on my calf, then my knee, and on the inside of my thigh. When I open my eyes, Blaze is hovering over me.

“Uhh, can I help you?” I giggle.

“I want to ask you something, but I know you've been in a bad mood. I don't want to piss you off even more, but I've been meaning to ask,” he says softly. I can feel my palms already start to sweat. He's never hesitated to say what’s on his mind, so why the hell start now?

“What'sreallygoing on with you and Layla?” he questions.

“Nothing, what are you talking about?” I play innocent.

“Really? It’s too late to play dumb with me. Especially with what you did with her in that shed. With everything that’s been happening lately, I didn’t want to bring it up yet, but I’m your best friend and I want answers.”Blaze won’t break eye contact as he waits for my answer. Internally groaning, I find his stare.

“I seriously have no idea what youre talking about.” I deadpan. I see the tinge of aggravation and hurt showing on his face because he knows I’m lying.

“Ry, quit it. I see the way you look at her and how you’re all of a sudden protective over her, even when you try to come off as a bitch. You know I will always have your back and I'm down to do whatever for you, but you clearly used me that night to get under her skin. Unless she has a crush on me, but we both know she doesn't. I'm going with the latter on this one.” His eyes are soft, but his jaw clenches.

Getting irritated, I sit back up and Blaze follows suit. We’re both sitting cross legged, staring at each other. He stares me down until I finally give in.

“I really don't know how to explain it. I thought I hated her, but since school started my feelings shifted. I tried to ignore it or put it off as me losing my mind, but it’s different with her, Blaze.” I’m staring at my twirling thumbs.

“Do your parents know?” he asks. I scoff at his question.

“Of course not; nobody fucking knows. I don't know what I’m feeling, I can’t tell anyone.” I say in a slight panic. Blaze fiddles with the leather bracelet on his wrist, avoiding my eyes.

“So, I guess what I admitted to you the other day was unnecessary,” he says. I hear the heartbreak in his voice. I fucking hate myself for it.

I crawl into his lap. Nestling my ass in his folded legs, I grab his face with both my hands. “Blaze, you’re my best fucking friend and I’m the luckiest girl in the world. You left me speechless.” I admit.

“It's fine…” Blaze shakes his head, still refusing to meet my eyes with his.

“Listen to me!” I put a small amount of pressure on his face, forcing him to look at me. “Yes, I was speechless. Yes,I'm still speechless. We have been through every second of life together. The good, the bad, the ugly. I can’t predict the future, but I promise you, as long as I'm here on this earth breathing, you will always have me.” I pull Blaze's face to mine and place a soft kiss on his lips.

Tangling my hands in his hair, our kiss quickly gets deeper. Blaze works his lips on my neck, while I grind on him. My dress is bunched around my waist and I can feel his erection underneath his sweats. Blaze grips my sides and throws me back onto my pillows. Kneeling on my bed, he pulls his pullover off and slips out of his sweats. He’s sitting on his heels in only his pink boxers. I can’t stop the snort and a giggle that leaves my mouth.

Blaze cocks his eyebrow at me.

“Something funny, princess?” he asks.

“I never knew that pink was one of your colors.” I smirk.

“Oh, I'll show you my color, baby…” he retorts. Blaze takes my legs and flips me over so I'm lying flat on my stomach. I look back at him to ask something, but Blaze speaks up as his hands knead and rub my ass cheeks.

“The color red this ass is going to turn when I’m done spanking it, is definitely one of my colors. It goes really well with my dick deep inside this pink pussy. Don't you think, baby?”

With that, Blaze rips my purple lace panties in half, allowing them to fall from my body.

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