Sister's Revenge

Kyra Hart lay spread-eagle on her bed in the small suburban house in Texas. Her long wavy red hair fell front over her face, which she had pressed into her black comforter. She was silently moaning into the bed, one hand was pressing a long thin razor blade into the back of her bare thigh.
Kyra had been cutting herself for a long time, even before she moved out of her mother's house. But she had moved back in, long ago.
She pulled the blade away from her pale white thigh and turned her face up. The blood flowed down her thigh wet and warm. It rolled slowly , one thin strip flowing in between the lips of her hairless pussy.
She took a few breaths as the euphoria of the cut ebbed away. Only to be consumed with another feeling. It burned in her stomach, gnawing at her like a maggot from the inside.
Anger, a feeling of inadequacy, but worst of all Hatred.
Kyra closed her eyes and she saw that face, the one that burned her deep inside. The ditsy, stupid blond bitch. Kyra ground her teeth.
Cheyenne, her sister. That was the face she hated to see, or even think about. That arrogant attention whore that Kyra loathed with all she had in her body.
Kyra ground her teeth and took a deep breath. Soon she thought, soon. It wouldn't be long before she got her revenge, and finally punished that bitch for what she was.
"Soon she'll be begging for me to stop," Kyra whispered to herself, "soon she'll understand what she put me through." The fought sent a shiver up Kyra's spine. She turned to see the cut she made, it wasn't big an had already stopped bleeding. She turned again and sighed.
The feeling never lasted long, and only two things brought it. Kyra took the blade and wiped it clean, vowing to clean it better later. She put it on her night stand and rolled over on her back.
She casually licked her fingers, not that she needed it. Her pussy was already soaked from her thoughts of her plans. Kyra slowly trailed her hand down her firm body. She was already covered in sweat.
She brought her other hand up to her left breast. A brief flash of anger burned through her as she thought it wasn't nearly as big as Cheyenne's.
No, not now, this is my time, she thought. Everyone else can't stop thinking about her, but I can. She cleared her thoughts of her bitch of a sister, and filled them with other thoughts.
Like that new boy, the tall one with the tight jeans. She could always see his bulging cock, she wanted it. Her hand finished it's downward trip and came to a stop on her pussy. She could feel the warmth coming off of her. Kyra's thoughts strayed from the boy to a girl. The cheerleader on the left. Kyra didn't consider herself a lesbian, but she got a little shiver whenever that one girl got thrown up and her skirt ruffled as she fell.
Kyra let out a soft moan as she began to run her fingers up and down her pussy. It was almost to much, but she did enjoy teasing herself. She ground her teethe as she brought her nails down in her nipple giving it a hard pinch. Her legs shook as a louder moan escaped her lips.
She bit her tongue and slid two fingers in her soaking wet cunt. Waves of pleasure shot through her, she let them subside and then pushed them deeper causing her to shudder.
Kyra threw her head back in pleasure. All thoughts of Cheyenne fell away as Kyra fell into bliss. She pulled her fingers out and rammed them back in. Keeping her eyes closed, Kyra started fucking herself at a steady pace.
"Oh," she let out a small moan as she felt her orgasm building. Kyra pushed herself against her fingers.
"Yeah, almost," she whimpered. Her thoughts flew from boy to girl. From cock to pussy. The orgasm getting closer and closer as she fucked herself without mercy.
Kyra took a deep breath and slammed her face into her pillow. The pillow muffled her scream as her orgasm hit. Wave after wave of pleasure racked her body. Kyra shivered panting as she pulled her fingers out of her drenched pussy.
She smiled to herself and put her fingers back in her mouth. In her orgasmic bliss no thoughts of hate or anger entered her mind. But as the feeling subsided, they came back.
Kyra bit her tongue and checked the clock. It was three am. In five hours her plan would begin, slow at first but building fast.
"I guess I better get some rest," she said Kyra crawled, sweaty and naked, under her covers and drifted off to an uneasy sleep.