Chapter 5

The first drink had been a bad idea. The second-through-fifth drinks had been a direct result of worsened judgement, caused by the first drink…and everything after that was a wash.

Rob sat up, his head throbbing. Glancing at the clock, he knew without looking that it was past 10. And that meant that Amber was home.

He’d been dreading the day so much that he’d decided to have one drink - just one, was the plan - to celebrate his last night of pleasantness. After the fourth drink, he’d come up with the idea of updating his sister’s Twitter account again...

Suddenly wide awake, headache forgotten, Rob’s mind started racing. The Twitter! What had he written? He’d remembered being frustrated - the pictures of his sister, covered in tattoos, completely naked, pierced almost everywhere one could be pierced...it had not only failed to cause shock and outrage, but everyone seemed to admire her.

There had been the expected lewd replies, but nothing else. No expressions of disgust, no judgemental messages, nothing.

And so Rob had decided to destroy his sister’s reputation as much as he could.

**October 18th:** i am a dirty slut who only exists for men to cum in LOL ;)

**October 18th:** dirty mind, dirty cunt, dirty ass, dirty mouth...that’s me! i guess im just dirty

**October 18th:** god i love being used and abused. if i could b raped for a living i would!

That had gotten a few replies, but the one that had really set Rob off had been from a girl he’d always remembered as being sweet and kind - her only fault was being a little bit too religious. She’d simply said

@AmberPeach92: haha, isn’t that the dream?

He’d taken a huge swig of the port that he was drinking, and really let loose.

**October 18th:** can’t wait to go home - daddy’s a ex-pornstar, and he says he’s going to teach me how to fuck like a pro

**October 18th:** mom was a stripper for so long she sometimes forgets to keep her clothes on LOL - guess thats where i get it from!

**October 18th:** god i hope daddy fucks me in the ass. its been so long...

**October 18th:** the hardest quesiotna ne1s ever assed me is whos da betta fuck - mom or dad

**October 18th:** on one hand dad is ENORMUS but mom’s got such a long tung

**October 18th:** n boy does she know how to use it

**October 18th:** i guess ull get 2 see! dad has organised a film shoot to celebrate my return

**October 18th:** ,aybe ill finally have a film that outsells 1 of daddys...

**October 18th:** itll b a reel famil

He’d stopped typing halfway through that Tweet, but the damage was done. What was worse, he’d fallen asleep with Master Hacker still open...if Amber had come in, she would have seen exactly who’d been spreading rumours about her.

Rob gulped. The fact that he was still alive was the only evidence he had that suggested he hadn’t yet been found out - he decided that he should go downstairs and face the music.

The plane-ride home had been good. As Amber had sat back in her seat and relaxed, she’d really had time to do some self-reflection. When she was at college, it was just sex, sex, sex...there was never any time to think.

Not, of course, that she was complaining. In fact, she thought, sex was really when she felt happiest. It was fun, she was good at it...and best of all, she got to get men off.

Amber loved getting men off.

She hadn’t really thought about it like that before - she’d been pursuing sex out of an inner drive, a desire to get fucked, but that wasn’t what it was all about. It was about getting men off.