Rebel At Heart

Chapter 4: She Tried To Be Me

I still hadn't spoken to Matt about what happened this morning and Raini was dying to know.

"Please just tell me! He won't tell me!"

I shook my head. I was currently working on one of my sketches.

"I'm not going to take away your little innocent mind just because you want to know what happened this morning."

She glared at me and slammed the door shut behind her. I rolled my eyes and continued to sketch while listening to 'I Refuse To Sink'. Dahvie Vanity's voice filled my ears and I tuned out the world.

====================================================================================

I must have fallen asleep. I woke to someone shaking me.

"Boston. I've made a mistake. I'm so sorry!"

I pulled out my headphones and looked at Raini. She was a mirror image of me. She had on my tight black leggings and my favorite tank top. She was trying to be me. She was fine except for her hair. Her hair was a wreck.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit!

I knew that hair style anywhere.

"What the fuck did you do?!?"

She started crying.

"I just wanted Matt to tell me what happened!"

"You think dressing up like me would get him to tell you?"

She nodded.

"I didn't realize that I would attract the attention of Blake though. He was so sweet. I couldn't resist, Boston! What do I do?"

I lost it.

"YOU HAD SEX WITH BLAKE?!?!"

She broke down and buried her face in my pillow. I ran my fingers through my hair and took a deep breath. My sister was no longer a virgin. She had sex while Blake thought she was me. She was now on my bed, bawling her eyes out.

"Alright. I know what to do."

She picked her head up and looked at me.

"He thought you were me, right?"

She nodded. Oh god. I was going to pay for this later.

"I'll just need to go back and explain everything to him. If he doesn't believe me, I'll bring you in."

She shook her head.

"Don't. It was my choice. I couldn't resist him. He was gentle with me, Boston. I enjoyed it."

I shook my head in disbelief.

"Go back to your apartment and give me back my clothes before he goes at you again."

=====================================================================================

He shoved me against the wall and I smiled. His lips crashed into mine, causing me to moan.

"Oh Vic."

He growled and pulled away.

"You're so hot."

A perfect way to celebrate surviving the first week of college. This party was different though. This time, Vic was here to keep me company.

"Oh!"

He pressed himself against me.

"Stop making that noise. I didn't come here just to go jack off in the bathroom because some hot chick can't keep her moans from sounding so damn good."

I blushed.

"Maybe you don't need to go to the bathroom. I'd love to watch you."

A shudder ran through his body. He clenched his eyes shut and tilted his head back.

"You can't say something like that unless you really mean it."

I gripped his shirt tighter.

"I do mean it."

A spark caught in his eyes as he pushed me through the first door we could find. The first thing I did was reach down and unzip his jeans. He smiled and I pulled his jeans down. His size was more impressive than Austin. I looked up at him, wide eyed with amusement. He wrapped his hand around his length and spoke to me.

"I want you to take that top off so I have a visual."

I shook my head.

"No way in hell am I taking my top off."

He smirked.

"Why not?"

I didn't want to answer. I didn't want to tell him that I was self-conscious of my body. I wouldn't dare. He figured it out on his own though.

"You think I'm going to call you ugly don't you."

A blush crept up my face.

"No!"

He laughed.

"If I thought you looked ugly under that shirt, I wouldn't ask you to take it off."

I looked away from him and he stepped towards me.

"I want you to take your shirt off. Now."

I shook my head again and he pulled his pants back up. I was a little disappointed but I wanted to stand my ground. He pushed me back on the bed and crawled on top of me.

"Vic! What are you doing?"

His lowered his lips to my ear.

"I'm going to teach you about your beautiful body."

I didn't know what he meant. He backed up and kept me pinned down. I had to admit. I was enjoying it. He put his hand on my cheek.

"This is your head. I will kiss your head every chance I can get."

He lowered his hand after each sentence.

"These are your breasts. I will be kissing these also. I know they are going to be pure perfection once I get you out of this shirt."

Lower.

"This is your stomach. This is what will clench when you feel an orgasm coming. It will also be the temporary home of our children someday."

I couldn't even process what he was saying. Kids? No way. I wasn't having kids anytime soon. I would kill-

"Oh!"

His hand had reached my vagina. He pressed his fingers against me through the fabric of my jeans and underwear. I moaned.

"This is my favorite part. This is your pussy. I will be fucking and kissing it on a daily basis."

I looked up at him, my eyes full of want. He smiled.

"Now that you know your body, I think you should remove the shirt."

I shook my head.

"It's my choice. If I say no, I say no."

He growled.

"If I tell you to do something, you do it."