The Revival Of Ra

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WARNING: Mild sexual content coming on ahead, read if comfortable with the scenes.

Rea's pov

Life wasn't the same without Abby. There was no other half to annoy or share all her secrets with. Rea was so lonely without her sister, and the worse thing was that no one on the face of the earth remembered her twin. Rea had asked the receptionist on numerous occasions if she had information on Abigail Kingston, but the receptionist eventually got tired of the usual question and told Rea to get back to class. Rea would ask her parents but they would grow confused and tell her that she was the only daughter they had and that they weren't ever going to replace her with an Abby. Rea was torn between paths; should she be relieved her parents aren't dying from heartache or be sad cause they don't even remember their own daughter.

School wasn't anymore different than the other cases. No one mentioned her sister, there were no voices calling out to Rea to save her baby twin anymore...nothing. Rea could say that she was royally fucked. It was like she was the only one on earth cause she just couldn't cope without her sister, she felt like there was this part of her that left along with Abby. She felt like there was this hole in her heart that couldn't be filled up until her baby twin was in her arms again. Rea couldn't find comfort in her friends, she couldn't find comfort in cheerleading anymore either, sex wasn't working for her: it didn't help to make her forget that Abby would still be here if she had manned up and told Seth the truth, that her sister was right, that she was Rea and not Abby- so Rea turned to alcohol and weed to make her forget. She would go to every party in school, get herself drunk and smoke to oblivion, she could wake up in another guy's bed in the morning with a serious headache but she wouldn't regret a thing; from her now known habits, she was given the name "party animal", but she was. Rea was a party animal for the reason that she couldn't suck up to the fact that her sister could probably be dead because she didn't speak when she needed to!

Rea could feel herself dying on the inside as she drunkenly kissed the guy on the bed in the guest room. The booming music and colored lights from the lower floor did nothing to kill their vibe. She rubbed herself against his pelvis causing him to groan before sticking her tongue into his mouth for another sloppy kiss. The guys hands wandered up to Rea's hips to keep grinding her against him causing her to moan into the kiss. Rea pushed out of the kiss and placed her hands on his chest before furiously rubbing against him. The guy let out a loud groan and she smirked, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"You like that?" In response, he sucked on her neck. Rea suddenly stopped, pushing away from him and standing. She recognised the song booming from down the stairs almost immediately. It was 'Watch Me Work' by Tinashe. She understood that there must have been some sort of twerk off between girls downstairs. Rea rubbed her hands up and down her hips watching the guy who was a blurry gaze, but she could tell he was sitting up on his forearms, eagerly waiting for the show. Rea pulled off her rumpled crop top with holes in it for style, revealing her black sports bra. She watched the guy as she licked her finger and trailed it in between her exposed boobs. The guy smirked, standing up but Rea didn't approve and pushed him back down.

Just then, the chorus of the song was heard.

Just sit back and watch me work, work, work, daddy.

The song lyrics related perfectly with what Rea would have said. Turning around and bending low in her leather miniskirt, Rea professionally moved her hips up and down causing her butt to follow along in the act.

Watch me while I work, work, work...

Rea turned around to face the guy once more, biting her lip as she used her finger to usher him to come to her. Curling it back and front, the guy seemed to understand and came towards her, licking his lips. Rea couldn't help herself and moved towards him, biting her lip. As she stood before him, she couldn't tell when she turned around and started twerking on him. The guy groaned, enjoying it before his hand wrapped around her neck, turning her around to face him and crashing his lips on hers. She moaned as their tongues explored each other's mouths, loving the feel of his hand clamping around her throat. She shimmied away from him, going to the nightstand where her plastic cup of beer still remained before downing it in one gulp, enjoying the burn in her throat. She catwalked back to the guy and pushed him softly onto the bed. Running her hands over his naked upper body, she could feel all the rippling muscle underneath her fingertips causing her to smirk.