Page 22 of The Rowdy Ones

Relief floods through me that I didn’t do something regrettable while black-out drunk. Still, with her in my bed like this, it looks really fucking bad. Uncle Atticus would have every right to murder me and I would deserve it. If Dad were here, he’d do the same.

“Something happened,” I hiss, inching away from her. “I can see it on your face. Did I…” I gag and my eyes water. “I’m a fucking monster.”

She crawls over to me, shaking her head in vehemence. “You were asleep, Rowdy. Calm down.”

Her palms are gentle as she cups my cheeks. I close my eyes, feeling so weak for enjoying her touch. Everything’s too confusing right now. Tears of shame roll down my cheeks, leaving evidence of how awful I feel. She runs her thumbs through the wetness and a small sob escapes her.

“Please don’t blame yourself,” she whispers. “Promise me.”

Too late for that.

I want to crawl out of this RV, dig a hole in the ground with my bare hands, and bury myself alive.

“Everything okay in there?”

Wild’s voice, just outside my door, has us both freezing. I’m in only my boxers with a fucking hard-on the size of Alaska, and my sweet, innocent little sister is in nothing but a T-shirt and panties. I almost fucked her.

Holy shit.

I’m going to be sick.

Destiny rests her forehead against mine for a brief moment and then crawls away from me. Her shirt has ridden up and her ass is just right there, panties askew, one bruised cheek on display.

Did I do that to her?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Destiny opens the door after righting her shirt and peers up in the direction of where Wild’s head is. He looks like death warmed over, but his hooded eyes widen when he sees her. Nothing fucking happened, but it totally looks like we slept together. Her hair is messy and her mouth is just…sexy.

Fuck.

“Oh,” Wild chokes out when he sees me desperately trying to wrangle my erection. “Oh.”

Not oh.

Not fucking oh.

“It’s not what you think,” I blurt out. “I woke up, confused. Fuck.”

“Why don’t I get you back to the cabin,” Wild suggests, voice tight. “If my parents can’t find you, they’ll freak. I’m not sure they’ll feel relieved to know you’ve been doing…” He waves a hand in my direction. “Whatever this is.”

She slips past him, but he continues to stare at me, mouth agape in shock. When the RV door opens up front, he snaps out of his daze and hustles after her. I scramble over to the window, draw the blinds down enough to peek through, and watch as Wild swiftly carries her through the snow, tossed over his shoulder like she’s his conquest.

His hand has a good, firm grip on the back of her thigh. For some reason, this makes me irrationally angry at him for touching her.

You’re worse, man…

You almost pushed your dick inside her.

Bile creeps up my throat. I’m going to be sick. And yet, I need to release this pent-up tension. I shove my boxers down and grab hold of my dick. It’s thick and long and veiny as fuck. Evan always enjoyed licking every vein.

I snap my eyes closed, trying to focus on my past with him rather than the fucked-up present I’m in. His mouth felt good on me. Sucking dick was his superpower.

But then his face morphs into Destiny’s.

Herpretty lips stretching around my thickness and gagging on the salty pre-cum.Hersweet mewls of desire.Hersilky hair in my fist as I tug her, urging her to take it all down her throat.

I come with a guttural groan. Jizz shoots across the bed, marking the rumpled sheets where my sister was just lying. It feels good to finally get this crazed intensity out of me. Maybe now I can get my head back on straight.