Author's Note: All I can say is… … … you people asked for it.
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Okay, sooooo… I guess I have to tell my part of the story, don't I? Crud… Yang, if you ever read this, please don't kill me.
So yeah, I'm Ruby. Guess you already know Yang, huh? Well, she's my big sister, so I have to do little sister stuff to, you know, keep her on her toes… heh, heh… SeriouslyYangpleasedon'tkillme…
Anywho, Imma start by backing up a few days. See, me and Yang had to go to the library which is, like, the one place she hates going but she kinda has to go cuz of schoolwork and stuff. I love it – nothing beats the smell of old books. Seriously, if you haven't just… opened up a book and taken a sniff… you've missed out. It definitely gets me high… hahh… … …
*ahem*
So yeah, library, school stuff. All of a sudden I see this… freakin' hot brunette checking out Yang from about 20 feet away. Being the good little sister that I totally am, I marched right over and demanded an explanation (a.k.a. timidly asked why she was being a creep while awkwardly bopping my fingers together).
While I won't bore you with our exact conversation (since I don't remember it all), I can say that her actual reason for checking out my sister's bodacious body was not what I expected – she was considering playing matchmaker between Yang and a friend of hers.
And then she turned those lovely yellow eyes on me. And I saw something …gleam in them when she did.
Is it weird that I got goosebumps at that moment? Cuz I seriously got the goosebumps.
Especially when she brushed my cheek with her fingers and asked if I could help her out. Whoooo… goosebump overload.
So long story short (I think?), I introduced Yang to Blake and stood back while the latter gave the former 'her' phone number (wink wink). And since I know Yang, I knew that said number would very much be used before the night was out.
While Yang wasn't looking, Blake gave me her real number (making sure I knew the difference) and asked me to keep her updated on what happened. Since I was in on the gag, I had no reason to refuse.
Just as Blake turned to leave, she gave me an evil wink… and licked her lips slowly, like she was getting ready to devour something delicious. Thankfully she left the building then – otherwise the two of us might have started making a bit too much noise, I think.
For some reason, thinking about Blake turns my thoughts into NSFW territory really fast. Odd.
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Before I tell you my side of the whole 'wrong number' scenario, I guess I should tell you a bit about myself. Yang probably told you a bit, but I am a freshman and doing quite well for myself. Grades are good, teachers are happy, friends are annoyed… all is well.
Unlike Yang, however, I am not… "gay." Honestly I don't know what I qualify as, since I don't even know what I'm attracted to. The feelings that I got when Blake gave me the hungry eyes were not new – I've felt that way around both guys and girls in equal measure. Hell, even my freakin' dog makes me feel weird sometimes.
And before you get the wrong idea, only one thing EVER happened between me and Zwei… but that was back when I was freakin' seven… and it involved peanut butter…
OhgoddammitshutupRubyANYWAY.
That being said, I have a few friends, my sister and my dog. That about sums up my life.
… … …I swear to God, the first person to mention peanut butter in the comments gets shot in the face with a bazooka. Try me.
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As I was saying, that evening Yang prettied herself up and took a selfie to send to Blake. She seemed happy enough, but I had to step out before I spoiled everything. This was gonna be good. I stepped into the kitchen to get a drink, but almost spat it out when I heard this coming from the living room, in a loud and surprised voice:
"Holy Mother Fart-nuggets!"
Okay, correction: I didn't 'almost' spit it out, I shot it out of my nose and across the room. It took me an hour to clean it all up that night.
Yang is not known for her expansive vocabulary.
After recovering, I returned to the living room to see the picture of the girl at the other end of the line – and she was a cutie, that was for sure. Didn't do anything for me, though. Considering how much Yang was blushing as she typed a rapid defense, it was pretty clear she liked what she saw. Seems Blake was onto something.
Since Yang was upset about possibly entering the number wrong, she set her phone down to go find that little piece of paper… and just walked away. With little old me standing right there.
What were you thinking, sis?
Like I said before, I am a good little sister. I watch out for my big sister, just like she watches out for me. If I'm in trouble, she comes to my rescue (unless she is the trouble), and if she's in a pinch, I'm there for her. Clearly this was a job for the good little sister that was me.
It didn't take me long to type up a good reply to the white-haired girl, but that was all the farther I got. I'm not too sure what happened after that, but I remember a lot of pain, growling, and then being stuffed into a cramped, dark space for about an hour with Yang sitting on me. Gee sis, what'd I do? :3
Luckily I still had my phone with me. And I could still use it down there.
Me: 'Blake? You there?'
Blake: 'Right here.'
Me: 'First contact has been established.'
Blake: 'Perfect. Did she take the bait?'
Me: 'So far, so good… but I had to help a bit.'
Blake: 'Aww, that's sweet.'
Me: 'And now I'm stuffed in the couch.' :(
The next reply didn't show up for about 10 minutes, but then it finally did.
Blake: 'Sorry… that was too funny.'
Me: 'You laughed at me, didn't you?' :'(
Blake: 'No, I laughed WITH you.'
Me: '… … …'
Blake: 'Keep me posted, Ruby.'
Me: 'Sure will.'
I didn't dare bring up the subject of my imprisonment again that night, but I did sneak a peek at Yang's phone after she fell asleep. That was how I knew what she had agreed to. Updating Blake on the scheme took a few more minutes, but she seemed pleased by the progress.
After that I had to clean up the milk I shot out of my nose. Everyone else was in bed, so I had to be quiet.
Freakin' Blake didn't help when she sent me a picture of her… her… very nice cleavage. And almost nothing else. The edges of a lacy black bra were visible, but other than that it was just… … … boobs.
Is it weird that I drooled a little bit when I saw that? Cuz I totally drooled.
In response I sent a simple emoji: O_O
She didn't send anything else, so I just went to bed. Confused. And a little bit horny. I fell asleep staring at that photo. Of boobs.
Oh forGodssakeshutupRuby.
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And then the next day came.
Yang set off to… pretty much spend the entire day watching and waiting for her mystery princess to show herself. Her words, not mine.
Blake, however, wanted to come over to our place. And I, being the innocent, trusting, naïve little girl, allowed her to do just that. I gave her directions and she was in my living room within half an hour.
Mostly we talked about Yang. At least, I did. She talked about Weiss, the girl in Yang's photo. With what she knew of the girl, Blake was quite confident she had matched up a perfect pair with the two of them.
But then she slid over next to me on the couch… right next to me… up against me… not being even the slightest bit shy… wearing short-shorts… and did I mention how smooth her legs were? She must have shaved 'em that morning… Grrgh.
Sorry, my brain just farted. Good memories.
Well, after several hours of no reports, I decided to see what was up. Yang already gave you guys the play-by-play of that conversation, so I won't repeat it here. Instead, I'll just tell you guys what happened after I put my phone down.
At least, I'll try to tell you. My brain has a hard time recalling certain details without farting. And yes, my brain farts a lot. I can't help it, okay?!
Anywho, after putting my phone down I suggested we watch a movie or something while we wait. Blake nods, finds a DVD (we're kinda old school), then… then… then… gets on all fours to put it in the DVD player.
Short-shorts… that glorious ass… Grrgh.
Sorry. After giving me a show for a minute or two, she then… she… she slowly backed that ass up and sat it down in my freakin' lap. Those cheeks… that softness… like a big marshmallow… … oh… my… Grrgh. Grrgle. Guuh.
I think I passed out then (like I almost did just now), because the next thing I knew Blake was on the couch next to me, like a normal person, and the movie was half-over. I don't even know what we were watching, but Blake was just staring at me and grinning. Like she'd just won something.
"Normally this is the part where I'd ask if you were into girls," she said in a low, sultry voice, "but I don't think that's necessary. Not with a reaction like that."
My mouth was suddenly very, very dry.
Blake sought to fix that by using her tongue.
Now, here's the thing – If I continue the story, Yang will murder someone when she reads it. She'll either kill me for writing it, Blake for seducing me, or you guys for reading it. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind putting it out there, it's just… I dunno.
Tell ya what, I'll summarize the rest.
In short, me and Blake got down and dirty right there on the couch. She led, obviously, since I'm just the kid. Still, it was an… enlightening experience. Btw, I now consider myself bisexual.
Why? Because there's this guy I know called Jaune…
Dammit, that's another story. Focus, Ruby!
We must have been at it for a long time, because suddenly Yang and Weiss came in… together… around 3 am. And I wasn't even tired. Or fully dressed. But neither was Blake, so it wasn't that… bad… … … right?
And then Blake had the nerve to ask the two of them to …join us. I don't know if she forgot that Yang was my sister… … … or if she didn't forget. *shudder*
… … …You know what? I take one thing back.
Dad, if YOU ever read this, please don't kill me or Yang. We're just horny teenagers who don't know what we're doing, I swear!
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A/N: And since I did a Ruby chapter, that means I have to end it with a Blake chapter, don't I? Yep… and that will end it. Seriously, don't go commenting how you 'can't wait til I get another one up.' One more is it.
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