Page 12 of Sins Of Her Sister

“Blaze, let’s go! It’ll be fun. I promise,” I pout.

“Fine,” he finally gives in and gets out of the bed.

Checking back to make sure Aaron is still asleep, Blaze and I quietly make our way out into the hallway. Blaze pulls me to a stop and holds me still by my shoulders.

“What are we doing?” he asks. Batting my lashes at him, I admit my plans.

“I want to have some fun with Layla.” I give him a sly smile.

“You can’t be fucking serious?!” Blaze asks, looking a little perplexed. Although, I know it won’t be difficult to convince him. When it comes to me, he is up for my antics, even if we might regret it later. Though when itcomes to Layla, I don’t regret anything. I pout my lips one more time.

“Please?” I beg. Blaze sighs heavily.

“Fine. What do you need me to do?” he asks with a face that tells me he is not amused.

“Just follow my lead, Daddy.” I wink.

I am starting to get annoyed when we've checked almost all the rooms and still no Layla. Saying a silent wish, I push open the door to the last bedroom. There on the bed, lies Carson and my step-sister. Carson is passed out facing the window, while Layla sleeps tucked into herself. She lays there naked, her tits in plain sight. Aaron mentioned that Carson went hard on the liquor, so I wasn’t concerned about waking him.

After going over the plan, I tell Blaze to move quickly.“Grab her and follow me, okay?” I whisper. Blaze nods, takes the duct tape we found, and slips into the room. Once he was in a good spot next to Layla, he swiftly covers her mouth with the duct tape. Her eyes fly open and she’s looking around in a panic. He takes both of her wrists in one hand and uses his teeth to pull more tape off the roll to bind her wrists together before she can comprehend what is happening.

We tiptoe toward the shed behind the house with Layla thrown over Blaze’s shoulder. I usher them inside before anyone sees. Spotting a dusty chair in the corner, I push it to the middle.

“Set her down,” I tell Blaze. We use duct tape to secure her legs to the chair. Taking a few steps back, I admire how gorgeous she looks naked and bound. Her pupils are huge and her cheeks are flushed, adding to her beauty. Fucking beautiful. Blaze stands next to me with his arms crossed.

“What now?” he asks. I look up to find him biting down on his bottom lip and his eyes wandering over my step-sister’s body.Jealousy bubbles from the pit of my stomach, making me nauseous. Slapping my arm into hisgut, I ignore his grunt and move toward Layla. Straddling her lap, I grab a piece of her raven hair, and twirl it between my fingers, holding it up to my nose as I inhale her coconut scent.

“Layla, Layla, Layla...” I say, moving my eyes to hers. “You ditched me tonight. Do you know how rude that was? Especially when I was nice enough to invite you out with us in the first place? You hurt our feelings,” I pout, looking over my shoulder at Blaze.

“Isn't that right, Blazey?” I ask. Smirking at me and finally catching where I'm going with this, Blaze nods.

“Yeah, Lay. We were so excited to hangout with you tonight,” Blaze says, stepping toward us. “It's one thing to hurt my feelings, but I can't stand to see Ry’s feelings get hurt,” Blaze says as he places soft kisses on my neck.

“I think you should make it up to us, sister. Actually, you will make it up to us,” I say, getting up from her lap. Taking my knife out of my pocket, I switch the blade and study it in the dim light. Bending over to be at eye level with her, I place light kisses across her cheek as I slowly drag the knife down Layla's body. I see the goosebumps erupt over her, but she’s trying to be still.

“If I take this tape off your mouth, do you promise to be a good girl for your sister?” I ask, nodding my head. Nicking her nipple with the tip of my blade, Layla's eyes are wide as she quickly nods her head. I slowly peel the tape off her luscious lips and take the top one in between my teeth, sucking it into my mouth then releasing it with a pop. I search Layla's eyes and I can see the tears threatening to pour, but she’s not begging me to stop, either. Her beautiful eyes hold terror in them, but I notice the hint of desire in them, too.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Layla asks with a soft cry.

Without answering her, I glide the blade across her collarbone, twirl it around her nipples, then mapping atrail down and around her belly button. I take her nipple into my mouth and bite hard enough to draw blood, before soothing the pain with my tongue. Layla grunts, followed by a whimper as she hunches forward with her eyes closed.

“I told you, little angel. You are mine. Your pain and your pleasure. All mine,” I tell her with a tilt of my head. She stares at me with determination in her eyes, she’s holding back her tears.My blade stops right at her clit.

“Tell me, little angel. Does the pleasure excite you or do you crave the pain that you know I could inflict?” I ask her, watching her chest as her breathing gets heavier. I wait for her to answer me, but her pride keeps her quiet. The blade nicks her clit and she hisses. A small pool of blood gathers nicely at her nub. Looking back at Blaze, I smirk when I see him watching us.

“Want a taste, Daddy?” I ask him. Blaze stands behind me.

“As delightful as that sounds, the only pussy I ever want in my mouth is yours, princess,” he says, still watching the blood gather around Layla’s clit.

Covering her clit with my lips, I suck until I have enough blood gathered in my mouth. I spin around to Blaze and crash my mouth with his, sharing Layla with him. I feel high off ecstasy, savoring Layla with my best friend. Coming up for air, I lick up the remnants from his chin.

Layla is glaring at us and it brings me so much joy. Bending down in front of her, I shove my tongue into her mouth and she accepts me for a few seconds before pulling away with a disgusted look on her face.

“Delicious, isn’t it?” I laugh, tapping her cheek with my palm. Layla huffs, but otherwise stays silent.Taking one of her nipples between my fingers, I twist until she lets out a sob.

“Do you want me to please you, baby?” I ask my step-sister. Without waiting for an answer, I pucker around her nipple, eliciting a gasp from her. I use the handle of my knife to play with her slick center as she tenses. “You’re wet, sister. This must be all for me,” I speak slowly. Even with tears rolling down her flushed cheeks, Layla nods. I enter her with the handle of my knife, sliding it in and out with a smooth rhythm. Blaze is leaning against the workbench with his arms crossed over his chest, his erection making its presence known. All three of us are breathing heavily as we watch the handle disappear inside of her.

“Fuck, yes…Ry, that feels so fucking good,” Layla moans, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip.