Amber had picked out her shortest skirt that day - she'd known it would draw a lot of attention, and though she had a large collection of slutty outfits, she'd really wanted to make an impression at the party.
Of course, the skirt wasn't drawing nearly as much attention as the three cocks she was alternately sucking, or her EE breasts (which had been bared as soon as she'd arrived at the party) or even the presence of Cathy, the young mousey-looking freshman who was kneeling between her legs, licking her out as she fellated the three strangers.
But just in case someone didn't notice any of that, the short skirt was sure to impress them.
The cock in Amber's mouth suddenly exploded, causing her to cough and splutter on its offering. A line of cum dripped down the side of her face, and she tapped Cathy, gesturing for her to lick it off.
The lick quickly turned into a passionate kiss, which in turn quickly became a session of snowballing, and the sight of the two college girls passing cum back and forth between their mouths caused the second cock to erupt, dousing both the girls in a fresh load.
"Well," Amber said, smiling, to the owner of cock number three. "I guess that makes you the winner..."
Amber quickly rearranged herself, and it was only a minute before Cathy was eagerly guiding the cock into Amber's well-lubricated pussy, then sitting on on Amber's face as the man fucked her.
I knew this skirt was the right choice,
Amber mused, as her tongue reached out and made contact with Cathy's virgin pussy.
###
One month earlier...
Rob stormed up to his room. His bitch of a sister was leaving in two days, and he couldn't wait.
Until she'd left for college two years ago, at the age of eighteen, he'd never really understood what an unpleasant human she was. As soon as she'd moved out, it was like his whole family had breathed a sigh of relief.
Her presence was practically toxic - it wasn't even that she
tried
to be horrible (most of the time) - she was just so used to getting what she wanted that she couldn't handle anything less. If anything went even slightly wrong, her smiling face would suddenly turn stormy, and the rest of the house would suffer her temper.
The main cause of the problem was her looks - Amber was drop-dead gorgeous. She had an athletic build that she didn't even have to work for - long, dirty-blonde hair, a perfectly proportioned face, freckles lightly dusted across her nose, and huge, blue eyes.
It was these eyes that had led to Rob's parents spoiling her non-stop for the first sixteen years of her life. Everything she'd wanted, she'd been given immediately. Often before she even had to ask, they'd provide her with whatever her heart desired.
Not that they were the only ones, of course. Anyone, upon looking at the gorgeous child (who had grown into an even more gorgeous teen) would fulfil her request, often tripping over themselves in their hurry to do so.
When she's turned sixteen, she'd asked her parents for a car. Rob's family could easily have afforded it, but they'd noticed how often the young girl was getting her own way, and so they'd refused.
What had followed had been the temper tantrum of a lifetime. She'd refused to leave her room, refused to eat, told her entire family how much she hated them, threatened to leave home, threatened to kill herself...it went on and on, until finally, Rob's father had given in, and taken her to the dealership.
They'd returned with the exact model and make that she'd wanted - it had cost almost twice the family's main car, but not even Rob's mother had said a word.
After that, although aware that they'd created a monster, there was nothing that her parents could do. They managed to avoid any more major incidents, made sure to raise their other two children well, and when Amber had graduated high-school two years later and was accepted into a college halfway across the country, they'd paid the fees without hesitation, and waved goodbye a few months later.
The second she left, the whole house had noticeably relaxed...but every summer, she returned for a visit.
It was, without fail, the worst part of Rob's year. Each and every year, Amber would return, take over the house, invite all of her equally-bitchy friends over, and relentlessly torture her younger brother. For some reason, their younger sister Annie was never the target - perhaps because they were both females, perhaps because Annie was equally gorgeous (but completely unspoiled) or perhaps simply because she knew exactly which of Rob's buttons to press.
Rob wasn't born with his sisters' looks - he wasn't unattractive, but he certainly wasn't a head-turner like she was. At one point, he'd entered a local competition to see who could get the most Twitter subscribers - she'd heard about it, and entered as well, just to mess with him.
She'd never updated it, just changed the profile picture to a full-body shot, and emailed a few high-school friends. Word had spread that Amber had a Twitter account, and before long, she'd had over 500 followers, and won the competition without updating her feed even once.
Rob was fairly sure that she didn't even know how to access her Twitter any more - except for when she'd signed up, she'd never even visited the site. And a year later, she still regularly got new followers - every notification email she received would be read out to the room, just to watch Rob's face burn with fury.
She had a cruel streak, and it came out when she got bored.
That afternoon had been the worst. He didn't know how she'd managed to find so many girls as bitchy as herself, but whenever she came back into town, they all assembled in the house, and seemingly dedicated their time to making his life a living hell. He'd been alone in the lounge-room, playing a video game. One of his sister's hottest friends had wandered in, seemingly by mistake - he didn't even know her name, but she'd sat next to him on the couch, and asked if she could join in.
A few minutes later, she'd put her arm around him, and started whispering in his ear. He should have seen what was coming - of
course
he should have seen what was coming - but she was hot, and he was horny, and soon, at her instruction, he'd taken his pants off.
That was the moment when his sister and all her friends had come through the door to point and laugh at him. There had been a strange pause for a few seconds, but it was soon broken, and they'd all simultaneously burst into peals of laughter.
Rob, beet-red, had gone upstairs to masturbate and plot his revenge.
###
It was obvious, once he'd thought about it for a while. More than anything, more than even her car, his sister valued her reputation. And while he didn't have the sway to affect her reputation at her new college, he knew a way that he could slowly and systematically destroy it back at home.
There were a few steps he had to take first. He'd managed to steal his sister's phone while she was napping on the couch - a simple gmail filter was enough to ensure that if someone decided to email her and tell her what was happening, she wouldn't receive it. Amber had been first in line to get the new google phone, but a quick glance at it confirmed what he'd suspected - she didn't have a single app installed.
Then, he needed access to her unused Twitter account.
She'd bought a new phone since last logging into Twitter, so he couldn't rely on the cookies to get him in. He returned the phone without her even noticing, and quickly put his google-fu to work.
Half an hour later, he had the program he was after - "Master Hacker" - a quick virus-scan didn't show any malware, so he installed it, and followed the attached instructions. He entered his sister's Twitter username, her date of birth, the name of their first dog, and all the other personal information he could find.
It was soon done, and he sat there, the empty field in front of him brimming with possibility. The program would remotely update Amber's Twitter feed, and (he hoped) she'd be none the wiser.
Rob decided to wait until she was out of town - he didn't want to risk anyone mentioning her feed's sudden life - and then let the games begin.
***
August 18th:
gr8 to be back at school - can't stop checkin out all the hot guys, lol
August 20th:
oh god, homework is so hard. wish i could find a big smart man to do it for me!
August 20th:
tuesday night - time to get waaaaasted
