Matilda picks truth.

Abigail had never seen Matilda so nervous, not even right before a big exam. The American girl kept her eyes on the floor when she gave Gemma her answer. "I pick truth," she said. Anyone could have picked out the tone of shame from her voice. Certainly Gemma did.

"What a fucking pussy," she gloated. She leaned back, planting her palms face-down on the floor. Gemma was letting anyone who wanted to see her chest get the best view they could now. Abigail was enchanted, but she tried to keep focused. Matilda might need her support if Gemma decided to be particularly vindictive about the younger girl's choice.

"Let me think," Gemma said, tapping on her chin dramatically. "I'm sure I can cook up a great question for you, Matty."

Matilda rolled her eyes. "Just fucking ask something already," she said, crossing her arms under her breasts. "Fuck."

"Fine," Gemma said. "Did you enjoy watching me fuck your brother, Matilda?"

A silence fell over the circle of girls. If it weren't for the pounding music throughout the rest of the party, it would have been dead quiet in the room.

Matilda gaped. "You fucking promised you wouldn't tell anyone that!" she said. She was shaking. Matilda had shrunk to what looked to be a half of her size in fear and shame. The other girls wouldn't stop looking at her. Abigail couldn't believe what she was hearing. Matilda had watched Gemma fuck her brother? She had met Matty's brother once, during their last summer vacation. They had seemed like a perfectly normal sibling pair. Was that all that had happened between the two of them? Did... other things go on?

Gemma looked perfectly smug. "Answer the question, Matty," she said. "You picked truth. You don't get to puss out now."