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The thing was there was only one girl that did it for Rebel, and it was a girl he’d never get to have. That was also the reasoning behind him wanting to feel numb. It was hard as fuck being around the person he loved every single fucking day, and knowing he couldn’t have her.
“Hey, Rebel,” Rebecca all but purred.
He moved out of her grasp and turned around to face her. She wore a low-cut crop top, her belly on display and her tits all but hanging out of the shirt.
“Here, man,” someone said and handed Rebel a fresh beer.
He didn’t look at the guy, just took the can, popped the top, and started drinking as he stared down at Rebecca.
“Maybe you want to go somewhere so we can be alone?” She smoothed her hands over his chest and started making her way down to the crotch of his pants.
He could have told her to stop, told her she didn’t do anything for him, again, but she’d find out soon enough he didn’t want her.
She reached his crotch, and the sultry smile on her face faded as she came in contact with his flaccid cock.
“Whiskey dick?” she said with a smirk in her voice.
He finished the beer and tossed the can away.
He grinned. “Girl, I could be hard as fuck while I’m throwing up from being piss ass drunk. You just don’t do it for me.”
Anger covered her face, but she smoothed her expression pretty fucking fast, acting like she didn’t care
Rebel wasn’t a virgin, had slept with girls in the past, but the truth was he hadn’t fucked anyone in years. Fucking. Years. Losing his virginity at a young age wasn’t something he cared about. It wasn’t like he was saving himself for marriage.
But it was when he realized exactly how much he cared about Rosie—the girl he could never really have—that he knew no other girl would do it for him.
He wanted Rosie so damn badly, more than he’d ever wanted anyone else. This wasn’t just about him wanting between her thighs. Rosie was special. He was in love with her, so fucking in love with her that just thinking about Rosie had his chest aching.
But being with the girl he wanted was never going to happen.
Her being my stepsister kind of puts that shit on hold.
What no one knew, because he’d sure as hell never say anything, was Rebel was lonely. He partied hard, was an asshole on the best of days, and had no ambitions that went past how numb he could get, and how much he could suppress his emotions.
He didn’t strive to do well in school, and as long as he passed that’s all he cared about.
He’d have dropped out of school altogether, because he didn’t really give a shit, but he didn’t want to be one of those loser guys that would rather smoke weed and get drunk for the rest of their lives than at least have a high school diploma.
And you also don’t want Rosie to think you’re an idiot that has no desire to get out of this fucking small town one day.
He turned from Rebecca and looked back at the party. There were about thirty people drinking and smoking pot, hell, some even fucking. But whenever Rebel thought of Rosie, his dammed stepsister, he felt like a piece of shit for being at these things.
He didn’t bother telling anyone he was leaving, not that any of them would give a shit. He was popular because of the reputation he had, because he didn’t care, fucked up anyone that wanted to talk shit, and he liked to have a good time no matter what. But truth was he was a shitty person.
He knew that, and didn’t try to justify it.
He finished his beer, got into his car, and tossed the empty can on the passenger side seat. Once he had the engine cranked and was driving away from the party he really started to think about Rosie.
He’d known her since they were both six years old. Her mother had married his father, and at first he’d hated her, as any six-year-old boy would hate a little girl that everyone fawned over.
Now both of them were eighteen, and hell, their birthdays were even a month apart. But they were the total opposites, with Rosie being so damn smart, knowing what she wanted out of life, and having her priorities in order.
Why in the hell would she want someone like me?
How about I don’t even fucking think about that shit?
But I love her, and can’t have her.
