Revenge Girlfriend (LRDGRat+AstridElwind)

[QuillAndInk]

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Andrew was done.
He was shattered.
His phone had lit up, with a series of texts from his girlfriend, Hannah.

She was well above his league. Andrew was nerdy, nothing special. Average height, slim - if not skinny. Socially awkward. At 17, he was considered a geek or a nerd at HS. Hannah, well Hannah was a cheerleader. Popular. She had asked HIM out and he had been elated. She had been his first kiss and she had even let him feel her tits up. She never hung out with him at school, but invited him over and to parties and things. He just didn't know he had been played the whole time, the whole last month. Until now.

A series of photos and clips appeared on his phone. They were shocking. They included timestamps. And he wasn't the only one they were sent to. And the DM title? Hannah Babe Conquers All. It was a celebration of her conquests.

The first was one he recognized - that pink top of hers - from a party. He had wondered where she had gone for 30 minutes. Now he knew.
The second was an outfit he remembered as well - the first time she had let him feel her up, no bra under her shirt. Apparently after their date, she had hooked up with some one else.
The next was a shot from her bedroom. The book on the table and the girls involved made him think to that night she had blown him off for a 'study session with the girls'.
Then there was the one with the girl from another school, an old childhood friend, she had gone to hang out with one night. It only got better from there.
There were more then a few of her taking a load. Or getting railed in another date-night outfit. Or the pool-party bikini that she only ever wore once! How could he forget that sexy lingerie pic she sent of herself? Or that clip of her on that 'couch we aren't allowed to use'?

It was obvious to everyone he had been played. Hard. And she was just rubbing it in, knowing how he had such a picture-perfect memory. He slammed the door to his bedroom and flopped down face first onto his bed. He felt like crying.

 

[Astrid Elwind]

Christie was relaxing on the chair in her room, feet up on the arm of it, toes bobbing along the music she was listening to through her earbuds. College had changed her life for the better in many ways, but she'd stayed reasonably local so that it was an easy driving commute for her to get back and forth from home and school. Her parents had been thrilled to have her staying close, though she was pretty sure part of that was the worry of what trouble she'd get into living there. She'd spared them the knowledge that she'd managed plenty of trouble all on her own without having to live on the campus.

She looked at her desk, seeing the pictures framed there. It was a little corny to some, but she liked having permanent physical reminders of her family. Her parents, always helpful, though often gone for business, especially now that their children were old enough to sort themselves out in most situations. Christie smiled as she lifted the framed photo she had of her sister Grace who had opted to go to school farther away. They talked regularly, but she missed her being around. She couldn't hear much besides her music, but she felt the slamming door from her brothers room. She snatched the earbuds from her head adn tossed them aside, standing up and padding out into the hall.

She approached his room, and gently knocked as she opened it. her brother wasn't a door slamming type, so his doing it meant something was very wrong, adn she hated it when that kind of thing happened to him.
"Andy?" She asked gently. "Hey buddy, what's going on?" She asked, coming to kneel beside his bed adn rest a hand on his shoulder, letting him know she was there for him.

 

[QuillAndInk]

As his sister entered the room, he felt her weight press down on the bed beside him before she touched him with hand. He turned his head to face away from, pressing a pillow over it to keep things as dark for himself as he could. As if to answer her question, his phone beside him on the bed buzzed once more. It was another message from Hannah, this one captioned 'Congratulating the Winners'. The time stamp would reveal it was shortly after a football game, where she had gone home at the end of it because she was feeling 'tired'.

Andrew groaned hearing the buzz, knowing what it probably meant. "Nothing." He mumbles, not wanting to admit that anything was wrong to his older, leggy sister. Christie and Grace, his older sisters, both had got the 'hot genes' that seemed to have skipped him. He was still half convinced that he was adopted, a cruel joke his sisters had played on him when he was little, but with his lack of good-look genes, he had often wondered if he had been adopted. His sisters were social, dated, hung out with people, etc. Andrew...Andrew had his video games and books and his one social foray, while it had led to some hot tongue swapping and tit groping, had turned him into a cuck.

 

[Astrid Elwind]

Christie knew that it was far from 'nothing' that was happening, but she could only do so much. She hated seeing her brother like this, she'd gone to the wall for him before sticking up for him. She wasn't sure in hindsight if it had been the right call, but it was what you did for family. You did whatever you needed to do to help them out. When his phone went off Christie knew she should absolutely NOT look at it. Invasion of privacy and all of that. There was no good reason to do it.

She thought of all that as she lifted his phone up and looked at what was coming through. Her felt fell as she looked at it, sighing.
"Oh Andy...oh no." She said sadly, her hand going to his back again, rubbing it reassuringly. There were a few ways to take this, she could try and comfort him, get him over this problem gradually, nicely.

But then again, he was being humiliated by Hannah, and Hannah was apparently a total fucking whore that had just set out to humiliate her little brother and she'd be damned to hell and back if she let that stand.
"Okay Andy, that's enough moping." She said simply, knowing he'd only really been doing it for a very short time, but she was entirely sick of him taking this passively already. She grabbed his shoulder and rolled him over to look him in the eye, making it clear that she was not going to let him off easy. "You have let shit happen for too long. You're not taking this one laying down. You're not getting over it, you're getting even! You understand me Andy? You don't need that slut, and you're going to settle the score." She tossed his phone onto his chest.

"Get the cameraon that thign ready for some pics of your own. And..." She let out a breath. The things you did for family. "...and take your pants off."

 

[QuillAndInk]

Andrew really wasn't in the mood for talking. But clearly whatever had buzzed his phone have provided visual evidence to his sister who seemed keen on being, well, a friend. Some one who wanted to help him and comfort him. Her hand on his back felt reassuring and nice, even if it was from his sister.

He rolled over, not really feeling like protesting when she tried to move him. It was easy for her to talk like that, he thought. She was hot. Every boy wanted to sleep with her. She was a social butterfly too. Andrew was, well, Andrew was the opposite. On all fronts. Clearly his 'girlfriend' was just pranking him.

"Huh?" He asks, cracking an eye open. "My pants...off?"

 

[Astrid Elwind]

Christie set her mouth in a firm, determined line.
"Yes. Pants. Off. Now. Did I stutter?" She demanded, taking the initiative on him, and starting to unfasten his jeans. She was going to get things moving for him, she was going to help him actually strike back for a change. She'd watched him take the social beating for far too long, and now it was time for him to come out swinging.