Amber - Chapters 1 and 2 - Sex Stories

Amber - Chapters 1 and 2

... 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 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 ...