closed for @bodyscy
ruby was acting mostly out of spite: it had been a week since she had gotten into an argument with her brother, since he had called her a slut, and it was still nagging at the back of her mind. he was the only one who could crawl under her skin like that, who could ignite something within her that she had never felt before. she had dressed purposefully tonight, a girl on a mission: she'd picked a skirt that was so short her ass peeked out from underneath the bottom, her top so tight her breasts were pushed up and spilled out from the top. she was just a freshman but her looks alone got her into the party, packed with upperclassmen, and she knew her brother would be there with all of his friends. it had been an hour since they'd arrived and ruby had already pulled two of his friends into one of the bathrooms upstairs, locked the door and left her lipstick stained around their cocks. now she's standing back downstairs, smoothing out her skirt, pretending nothing had happened. if he wanted to call her a slut, fine, she would act like a slut. she feels an urgent tug on her arm and she turns around with a sly grin, asking, "you came back for more?" but her grin quickly falters when she sees it's her brother. "oh. what do you want?"