Garden of Sins

Roughly, he tugs the strings on your bikini. You glance up at him with a frown.

“What?” he replies.

“Nothing!” You put your cheek back on the lounge and he spreads the cold cream directly on your back.

“Argh, Carter,” you cry out, horrified and breathless.

“WHAT?” he replies aggressively.

“It’s cold!” you complain.

“YEAH. Should I heat it up in the microwave for you, princess?” I don’t like the way he treats you, Alayna, but, okay, that’s just the way it is. That’s how he is. It’s our game. And, it doesn’t make me angry.

“Just put some lotion on me,” you mumble, a

“OW, CARTER!” Don’t you know you’re only going to make him more excited? Oh, that’s right, you don’t.

“Shut up, Alayna!” He squeezes even more lotion onto you and massages you hard and recklessly. He’s such a brute. He’s always been like that. He destroys, I build.

As always, I see his thoughts in his eyes. He would now like to push himself into you from behind, just like that, in front of that dickhead in the pool, and I wish we were alone when he lifts his gaze and looks at me. I briefly shake my head because now is not the time. He grits his teeth and pulls back with a jerk.

“You have to retie my bikini!” you groan with reddened cheeks and a bit breathless. Probably from pain.

“I said I’d put lotion on you, I didn’t say I put your clothes back on!”

With that, he gets up and jumps into the pool because he probably needs to cool down. You lie on your stomach with your bikini top open and try to get him back by cursing at him. I have the hots for you, so I go out.

“Thank God, Caden, your brother is such an ass!” you yell as soon as you see me.

I raise an eyebrow. “What?” I ask and you flinch.

“Nothing. Can you retie my bikini top?”

“You’re covered in lotion, Alayna,” I say, pulling the bikini top out from under you.

“HEY!” You are outraged now, but I keep it out of your reach.

“What? I thought you liked nudity?”

“Give me back my top, Caden,” you growl and straighten up, covering your breasts with your arms.

“If you show your tits to Henry.” And that, Alayna, is my type of punishment. And, yes, I’m simmering down deep. Why did you have him put lotion on you and what was that about at that fucking tree yesterday?

“What? I’m going inside. You’re both psychos.”

“No, stay here or I’ll take the bottoms too.” You can’t believe what I said and grow increasingly indignant.

When Henry emerges from the water, I raise an eyebrow. You realize I’m serious and it makes you insecure. Besides, your eyes are alarmed. I have never let my dark side out with you so much, which is why you are incredibly insecure.

“So?” I ask.

Henry peers at you out of the corner of an eye. You still have your breasts covered and look at me with raised eyebrows. There is almost a flash of warning in your eyes. Carter also leaves the water, grabs Henry by the back of his neck, who is still staring, and pushes him forward. “Why are you staring at her, motherfucker? Go get some whiskey, servant!” With that, he pushes him toward the house.

I now look at Carter with raised eyebrows because he ruined my punishment, but I can still punish you, baby girl.

“Put your arms down, Alayna,” I demand and Carter walks past us unimpressed, sits on a couch on your other side, and lights a cigarette.

“Caden!” you repeat threateningly, your unrelenting gaze on me. You are starting to piss me off.

“Your bottoms are about to disappear, Alayna, and you’re going to stay out here until the entire family comes home. Put. Your. Arms. Down.” I don’t raise my voice, I don’t freak out, and I don’t use physical force, I merely peer into your confused eyes and hold your shimmering gaze with my unyielding eyes. Finally, you grit your teeth and pull your arms away.

“And now?” you hiss in disbelief.

Carter sluggishly turns his head towards you. “Not bad, Alayna. A perfect ten!” Then he glances away and takes a drag from his cigarette. Your eyes show disbelief, seemingly shocked and overwhelmed.

“Good girl,” I praise you and let you suffer a little more because Henry comes back and you cover your breasts with your arms again, Alayna. I am not a man of empty threats.

Henry sets the whiskey down and three glasses. He knew from the begi

Carter says without looking at him, “Now, fuck off in there and don’t come out.” Oh, Carter. Sometimes he spoils my fun a bit, but that’s okay with you. He knows I’m trying to get into your head and I don’t want any uninvited guests. “Pull the shades down, bitch,” he yells and I roll my eyes.

Shortly after that, the automatic blinds go down.

“You covered your breasts, Alayna.” I throw the bikini top over the fence into the neighbors’ yard. “That’s it!”

“Caden!” you hiss, breathless.

“Put your arms down! I’ve said this once too often now and it’s getting on my nerves, Alayna. Get up!”

Carter watches you with a dark expression and blows the smoke from his cigarette in your direction.

“Caden, what are you doing?” you ask somewhat shakily.

“If you ask me one more question, Alayna, you’ll have to live with the consequences,” I reply.

“I think I’d stand up if I were you. Not kidding,” Carter says unenergetically and you abruptly rise. I love it when you obey.

I hook my fingers on the sides of your bottoms and you quickly reach for them. “Oh, my God, what are you doing?” you shout indignantly.

“You didn’t listen to me, Alayna!” I yank pull them off. You obviously want to die as Carter cocks his head and checks out your ass. There’s a handprint from yesterday that you believe is mine.

Without further ado, you jump into the pool. I didn’t expect that and it happened rather suddenly.

I look at Carter, who grins lazily and says, “Well, get her out, bro.” I snort and jump in the water after you. Immediately, I grab you around your stomach as you protest, but I climb the ladder of the pool undeterred with your wet, squirming body over my shoulder. I am hard. Carter probably is too and that is not good for you because I don’t know what’s going to happen now. Then I drop you rudely onto the sun lounge.

“Move again and I’ll carry you like this to the neighbors.” I only do this because I know you’re slowly getting ready for it. And you’re starting to get used to the fact that Carter is always around when things like this happen.

You glare at me and you’re bright red, but you don’t move because you know I do what I say. I sit down with you on the lounge and Carter hands you a glass of whiskey. You won’t take it.

“Drink!” Carter demands and you snort and look at me.

“Why is he talking to me like that, Caden?” you ask with a raised eyebrow.

“Drink!” I say. You pick up the glass and try to pull your legs up protectively. I grab your lower leg and pull it down again. Then I push your knee to the side.

“Drink up!” You gulp the drink down because you probably need it right now and Carter pours another right away. You finish the next shot.

“Don’t you want some?” you ask. Carter just pours you another as I caress your i

You wriggle uncomfortably as we are outside in broad daylight, not a dim club where you are drunk or high. However, I can see in your eyes that it turns you on as I continue stroking upward. Because your body is drawn to me, you block out everything else when I touch you.