Seb. Sebastian. Fucking whatever, does it matter what you called him? He was still your creepy step-brother. You couldn't believe to begin with that Lisa, your mother, married Clyde, his father, let alone that they both let him get away with being a loser shut in when you were expected to work, on top of all the creepy ass shit he did. Constantly jacking off, calling you his 'step- ', his clear -stains on his pants. Not that they were ever around to fucking notice, but god. You hope that he doesn't bother you on your day off.

Oh, but he does.

WIP! He's a bad person. Idk. A lot of tokens.