Garden of Sins

8. Will it be Carter or Caden

Carter

When will Caden finally be finished with Alayna?

He’s been fucking her for an hour now and I know he’s doing it on purpose because of that shit at the club today. He’s going to fuck her until she’s too tired for me. But it doesn’t matter, I’ll wake her up again. It has always worked until now, no matter how fucked up she was. I have my ways.

I lie on the couch in my grandpa’s living room. The moon shines in and I stare at a thousand photos of my dad and mom, my uncle Riley, us as kids, and wedding pictures. It’s a total turn-off, so I’ll have to find another place to fuck Alayna.

It’s a warm summer night and the window is open. In the past, Caden and I used to camp in the garden on nights like this. We felt like tiny explorers. Now we’ve discovered the depths of vaginas. I know we are a little sick and unscrupulous. We don’t give a shit about what we do to a person’s psyche and we have already destroyed a few women and girls in high school and college. We literally shredded them because none of them could mentally withstand our games in the long run.

Yes, we have a lot of sex, but that’s the only thing that keeps us both sane. We tend to be very physical and don’t talk much. In very different ways, we are two cripples who can’t express their feelings. And it has nothing to do with the fact that we didn’t get love in our childhood or that it was horrible and awful. There’s just something incredibly powerful inside us, which is probably the curse of the Rushes.

Caden has fits too, but different from me. He becomes unspeakably sadistic and not even I or Dad can stop him.

And it’s worst with me. I have no regard for anyone or anything when it happens. The word control is foreign to me then. The only one I listen to in these situations is Caden.

He is the only one Alayna has to thank for the fact that nothing worse happened at the club today, but I don’t know what will happen if she behaves like that again towards me and he is not there. Honestly, I ca

My phone vibrates and I open Caden’s message. We always do that when he is finished with Alayna.

Black boxers. I’m in the bathroom. You can come.

I get up and pull black boxer shorts out of my suitcase, which is lying open next to me on the floor. Caden and I usually have the same things with us when we have something going on with a woman because we have perfected this game over the last four years.

We are real masters at it except for that one time, but I’m not talking about it. Ever. And neither does Caden. God, that Danielle.

I change my shorts, mess my hair up a bit because I know he just fucked Alayna and I look too neat for that.

Then, I go upstairs and notice the light is on in the bathroom. I knock on the door twice to let Caden know that I’m here now and go into the bedroom that Alayna and he are sharing.

I push the door open and my eyes immediately wander to the bed. There she lies on her stomach, almost asleep. The night light is on, clothes are everywhere, and it smells like sex. My favorite smell. Her hair is sticking to her back and arms.

Through heavy lids, she glances up at me.

“Come to bed, baby, let’s go to sleep,” she says roughly and reaches out her hand to me. Oh, Alayna, there is no sleeping now. How cute she is with her Caden baby.

“I need fresh air, come on, baby girl!” I hate pretending. I’m not Caden. I’m fucking Carter.

“What?” Alayna asks listlessly. I go over to her because I have no patience for this shit and pull her out of bed by her arm. Honestly, what the fuck is she doing? Why always these superfluous questions like why and what?

She gasps in horror. “Caden! You just destroyed me. Five orgasms! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!” Wow, bro, not bad.

“I don’t give a damn, Alayna. Put something on or you’ll be naked.”

She frowns. “What’s wrong with you?” she asks and stares at me skeptically.

I’m not a good Caden imitation today. Too much drink, too little sex, and too much smoke.

“Carter totally fucked me up today. Sorry,” I say gently. God, always with the stupid talk.

“Oh, me too,” she hisses, pulling on one of his shirts and a pair of panties underneath.

“Why did he fuck you up?” I ask, restraining myself from grabbing her neck and pushing her to speed things up. I have no patience for this shit. Honestly.

“Because he’s a bastard, Caden! And I never want to take drugs or alcohol near him again.”

“Why?” I ask as we leave the room and go down the stairs. The light in the bathroom is off. Caden has probably already taken his position downstairs.

“Because I had a really sick fantasy today,” Alayna explains quietly.

“What?” I ask. We walk past the sofa where Caden is lying, pretending to be Carter. Nice.

“Whoa, can you walk quieter? I am trying to sleep, you damn parasites,” he mumbles, and I have to say, he’s really perfect. I could mistake him for me.

Behind Alayna’s head, I give him the sign for perfect by forming a circle with my thumb and index finger.

“God, Carter, you are such a tool! How about having sex to relax you,” Alayna hisses. Tool. Are you serious?

“Fuck you, Alayna!” he mumbles, but I can see by his shoulders, which he’s now covering, that he’s laughing. I too have to pull myself together and play Caden.

“Pull yourself together, bro, and go to sleep!”

He raises his hand as if saluting and slurs, “Aye-aye, sir! Now, piss off to wherever you are going!”

“Fuck him,” I mutter in Alayna’s direction. “Baby girl.” And then I hold the front door open for her like Caden would because I’m such a fucking gentleman. Actually, I’d go first and if the door slammed shut in her face, it’d be her own fault. I’m not her fucking daddy. I won’t go first, obviously.

The air outside is pleasant and the crickets are chirping. I grab her wrist and pull her under the weeping willow. Then I see that the lights are still on in Mom and Dad’s basement, but it’s four o’clock in the morning. I hear them giggling non-stop because the window is open a crack. Sometimes, they act like damn teenagers, but I don’t care what they do down there as long as I can do what I want.

As soon as we are in front of the tree trunk, I grab Alayna’s face, kiss her, and press her against it. I press my body against hers so that she feels my full presence. She gasps against my lips. “Caden?” she whispers and bewildered, stares at me. Her fingers run through my hair. I don’t like that. In fact, I hate it, so I grab her wrist and push her hand down again. She can run her hand through her boyfriend’s hair and do tender shit like that, but not with me.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asks. She is indeed curious today. The last few times she wasn’t. Then, she just let me fuck her. Okay, she didn’t know it was me. But still.

“What about me, baby girl?” I grab her thighs, abruptly lift her, and push her up, her back scraping the rough bark of the tree.

“OW! Caden!” she says, outraged. Ow, Caden, I mimic her in my mind. She shouldn’t make such a fuss. She usually enjoys it rough.

“Yes? Alayna?” I ask, pulling her top over her head. I have missed seeing her tits.

She glances around uneasily, but at this time of night, everyone in this clean neighborhood is asleep. “Fuck, Caden, you’re acting a bit strange right now.” I’m not in the mood for stupid talk, so I push her panties aside and slide my fingertips over her pussy.