Hot Garbage

(Last chance to change your mind about reading this garbage. Don't even start it. Look at the first paragraph. It's really bad. Don't read this book. ~ Love, Betty) $$$ My name is Roxy. I’m eighteen, about five feet tall, with medium-length brown hair and blue eyes. I’m a bit overweight, but most of it is from my thick thighs, generous ass, and ample breasts. My stomach isn’t big, but there’s a little extra padding there. I try to cover it most of the time with baggier clothing. I’m in my senior year of high school, but I don’t really know what I want to do with my life. Things have always been a little difficult for me to pin down. After having my life shaken up a few times, I was always wary of making plans. My mother and father divorced when I was very young. Mom was a traveling nurse and Dad did construction. They said they just grew apart, but I knew Dad had a pill habit. Maybe Mom did too. Maybe she didn’t. All I knew was that she didn’t even try to fight for custody of me and only came by from time to time to visit. From the time I was five until I was thirteen, I almost forgot I had a mom. Dad did his best to raise me, but his pill habit became worse over the years with multiple injuries on the job that started him being in chronic pain. I always wished I could help him, but I could only do just enough to keep us from falling apart. I lived with him until he died of an overdose when I was fifteen. That was when I moved back with my mom and her new family. She was living with her new husband, Gene. He has dirty blond hair, he’s a little on the short side, but is built like he could bench press five hundred. He’s got a potbelly, but not a bad one really. He’s got a dark tattoo of a skull on his left bicep and another of a snake on his right. I’m pretty sure he was into some shady s**t when he was younger, but now he was a responsible father and a hard worker. They’d been together for two years before I came to live with them and married the year before Dad died. We were both invited to the wedding and Dad seemed to get along with Gene. Gene always seemed pretty nice when I came to visit before my dad died. He was the one who cooked and took care of the house. Like Dad, he was in construction, but he didn’t get as many injuries as my dad had. Gene always said I was going to be as beautiful as my mom one day. I wondered if that was true, because, even exhausted, my mom was gorgeous. With the addition of Gene to the family, I also got a new older brother. Dane was a year older than me. He had blond hair, his left eye is always hidden behind his bangs like some sort of weird semi-emo boy. He has a smile that hides his teeth, the smile is so bright it blinds you to his bad intentions. I think he takes after his father. When I moved in, everything was pretty good. It took a while to find our stride as a family, but we got there. Mom was still a traveling nurse, so she would be gone for months at a time. Gene always made sure I had whatever I needed for school and that there was always food on the table. He paid for me to go to a private, all-girls school. Whenever I participated in something or competed in something, he was there, with his brother Matt, to cheer me on. Both Gene and Matt always tried to intimidate my boyfriends as well. It was annoying, but they managed to scare a few iffy guys off. Dane never did a lot around the house. He was always out hanging with his friends, typical teenage stuff. He played video games, watched porn, and flirted with me. I knew he was just joking around, but it made me nervous. Sometimes there was a look in his eyes that made me think he wasn’t joking as much as I thought. $$$ It was the night after my eighteenth birthday. Mom was away on a work trip. She’d been gone for a month and a half, there were two more weeks left in her rotation at that hospital, then she would come back home. Gene was working overtime so he would have the whole three-days off. Dane was home, grinding his teeth over his homework. Since my birthday was on a Wednesday, we’d have a birthday dinner and stuff on the weekend. Gene didn’t want me to put off my school work for other things during the week. Two of my best friends were coming over on Saturday to spend the night. It was the last weekend before the pool would be drained for the Fall. I was upstairs, trying on a bunch of outfits, trying to decide what to wear to my birthday dinner. I wanted to look nice. It was my first night out as a legal adult. I was in the middle of trying on a dress when Dane walked in. “I’m glad you’re here, Roxy. I have a feeling I’ve got some bad news for you.” His voice was kind. It made me suspicious when he used that tone, but I was worried. It always seemed like bad things would come along and screw up good things. “What’s wrong? Did something happen to Mom or Gene?” I asked, terrified of what his response could be. “No, nothing like that.” Dane said, walking over to me. He gently placed a hand under my chin, lifting my face. “I wanted to see how you look in this dress.” I looked him up and down. “I don’t remember asking you.” I said, trying to pull away. He didn’t budge. “You didn’t have to,” he said, sounding like he had something on his mind. “Well? How do I look?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. I didn’t want to admit I was nervous, but I was. I always was at these moments. I wasn’t sure how I felt about Dane, but I was attracted to him. And he was saying he had some kind of bad news. I knew it was all going to be connected. “You look so damn beautiful.” He said, touching my cheek. His touch sent tingles down my spine and heat through my body. “I look the same now as I did yesterday.” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. He smiled and shook his head. “You know what I mean, Roxy. You’re eighteen now. Things are going to be different.” He leaned in and his lips pressed against mine. “What are you doing?” I asked. I tried to push him away, but he was just too strong. “I want you to be honest about something,” Dane said again. He backed me up against the wall. “Have you ever thought about f*****g your stepbrother?” he asked. I turned my head away. “That’s disgusting,” I said. “Is it?” he asked, holding my chin. He was too close for me to look away. “You’re my brother.” I said, eyebrows scrunched up. “I’m your stepbrother.” He said, letting go of my chin. “What does that have to do with anything?” I asked, feeling my defenses being knocked down. “Would it feel better if I was your real brother?” he asked. “Stop it.” I said. “Why should I stop?” He asked, looking at me with the same intensity as before. “Because I’m your sister,” I said. “You’re my stepsister, Roxy.” He said, lips parting to let his tongue roll over his teeth. “And I want to feel your body right now.”