Garden of Sins

10. Carter refills, Alayna

Caden

I love mind games, Alayna, and I love how confusing it all is already. You’re lying by the pool in your snug red bikini and Carter is staring at you. He doesn’t care if I see or not. All that matters to him is that you’re hot and I told him I only told you that you were mine because that’s what you say during sex, but that was a lie. I admit it. I own you. And you know it. I merely let him think what I want him to think. He needs a little guidance sometimes, even if he is my brother, otherwise, this three-way isn’t going to work, Alayna. I know he can get possessive and it’s difficult not to provoke his monster.

With one leg bent, one leg stretched out, the sun shines on your skin. You love the suns’ warmth and light. You are the most radiant person I have ever met. When I saw you in the bar six months ago, I knew I had to have you. Yes, you only noticed me about two months ago, but I saw you much earlier than that, baby girl, and then the hunt began.

After a week, I knew everything about your family.

After two weeks, everything about your preferences.

After a month, I knew every girlfriend and boyfriend you ever had. And you have had many girlfriends, Alayna. You enjoy going to the movies and shopping. You also love jewelry, so I bought you the necklace that you always wear. And you like going to the pool and eating ice cream. At Christmas, you bake cookies and you are grateful for every second you don’t have to spend at your parents’ house. While you pretend to have a perfect, happy life, posting everything on Instagram to prove it to people, you can’t help but be happy. But you are broken inside and your life is anything but happy. You pretend to be happy for everyone including me. Most of what you say or post is not true or from the past when everything in your life was normal.

I found that out after three months and it only made you more interesting.

You haven’t told me anything about what happened to your brother or the conditions you grew up in. I found that out on my own. I have these computers and I like to hack, whether it’s technology or brains.

I know the last time Carter fucked you in my room, you listened to music on my computer. After that, I changed the password so you can never do that again. Ever. Next time, I’ll have to punish you, but my punishments are not physical like Carter’s, mine are worse because they fuck with your psyche. So, don’t ever do that shit again. That was the first and last warning, as my brother likes to say. And I won’t say it out loud, you should just know it.

The house is almost empty. Mom and Dad are in their basement and Grandma and Grandpa took Ava shopping to buy her anything she looks at. Actually, Keaton Rush is not easy to manipulate, but that little beast has him wrapped around her finger. After all, she looks like his wife when she was young.

Riley is gone too, taking Susan with him.

I know exactly why Henry decided to stay — he likes you. Earlier, I told him you were off-limits and he had better remember that if he doesn’t want to die.

I’m standing in the kitchen cutting lemons without letting you out of my sight. Carter does the same. He stares at you constantly, especially your tits. The door is open so I can hear the music coming from your cell phone because you love music and take it with you wherever you go.

Henry comes down like a puffed-up rooster in his white bathing trunks. Without further ado, I grab the end piece of the lemon and throw it at his head. I hate him — and I don’t hate so easily. That is a feeling I am reluctant to allow since it can be dangerous to those around me.

“Hey!” The idiot grabs the back of his head and whirls around to me.

“Is something wrong,” I ask and calmly continue cutting with the giant knife that makes him a little pale and promptly silent. He disappears outside and moves towards you so he can take a crack at you, but he falters when he realizes Carter is sitting there like a damn pit bull. He immediately stares at him because Henry can’t tell us apart, maybe he thinks I’m sitting out there right now and Carter is in here cutting lemons. He’s such a jerk. You can see his little booger brain working as he stares at my brother. Carter doesn’t make it easy for him by telling him who he is, instead, he asks like I did, “Is something wrong?” and Henry appears to be even more confused.

Then he snorts snidely and dives into the water. I wish he’d hit his head on the bottom and die.

You lean on your elbows, baby, and stare at Carter with your head tilted.

“What’s your problem with him?” you ask with a frown, you good little person.

“He’s hitting on you and you’re my brother’s. I don’t like that.” I love my brother, he’s so loyal. And I feel love even less than anything else.

“That’s not your problem,” you reply without understanding.

“That is my problem. What the hell are you talking about, Alayna?” he asks, a

Instead, you reach for the sunscreen.

“Will you grease me up?” you finally ask, obviously throwing him off his game. I tilt my head. I knew you’d be fun, baby.

Carter’s thinking about it and he’s going to keep playing our game. “Say, do you like me?” he asks as if asking about the weather. “All this time, you’ve been talking about me coming on to you or whatever shit you dreamed up, and now you want me to put lotion on you? Touch your body with my hands?” He demonstratively raises his tattooed hands. I grin wider — he’s so good. Your psyche will be so fucked when we are done with you.

“My God, Carter...” I’m curious how you’re going to talk your way out of this one, baby. And so I can rub it in a bit more, I stroll outside with the carafe.

“What’s up, baby girl? What are you talking about?” I ask casually.

“She just asked if I could put lotion on her,” Carter informs me drily and I look at you with a frown.

“Really, Alayna? After that thing yesterday?” You want to sink into the ground and restlessly slide around. I don’t take my eyes off you and raise an eyebrow, which makes you even more nervous. “So?”

“It was only the back. What’s the problem? You’re crazy!” Baby, if you only knew how crazy we are.

“Whatever.” A

“Caden, wait,” you yell.

“Whatever, Alayna! Sun yourself,” I growl and leave. I love how I just made you insecure even though I don’t give a shit if he greases you up or not. As long as I’m in control, he can do whatever the hell he wants with you. I just need to know and see. It’s always been that way.

“Turn around and do your thing,” Carter says when I’m back at my observation post.

“My thing?” Irritated, you turn to him.

“That knotted thing there, your strings!” he shouts impatiently.

“I can’t reach there, Carter. Think logically.” I can see he wants to slap your ass because you always speak rudely to him. He doesn’t like that.

He sits down next to you on the sun lounge as you lie down and brush the hair off your neck. You are happy because you are used to me massaging you. I love to pamper you until you moan under my hands and can’t take it anymore. That won’t happen with him, baby. But you will feel that yourself in ten seconds.