Do the Anders Sisters have a sporting chance?

Lisa collected her sisters on her way out of the DKM house. Sarah looked exhausted and satisfied, Felicia was messy and naked (Chet apparently took both her top and bottom this time), and Beth was positively glowing with postcoital bliss. Lisa knew they were in no condition to face DKM at the moment, but that was why she had given them all enough time to get home, take showers, get Felicia into Sarah’s spare bikini (“If you lose this one,” Sarah threatened, “You’ll spend the rest of our vacation naked.”), give the girls a pep talk, reassure Beth that everything was on track, and even have a late lunch before heading back down to the beach.

The arena of battle this afternoon was a volleyball court. Except for Beth, all the sisters played on the varsity volleyball team in high school, and Felicia had a brief stint playing at the college level. The four of them had played together and against each other countless times over the years, and their teamwork was flawless. Sarah had a vicious spike, which Felicia could set up from nearly anywhere on the court, Lisa’s speed let her return volleys from any angle, and Beth actually had a surprisingly accurate serve. Lisa knew that as long as she could keep them focused, winning against a bunch of lazy frat boys would be no problem. And while yesterday had taught them that they couldn’t underestimate DKM, and that sex appeal alone wouldn’t guarantee them a victory, she was sure that the Bros would probably fumble a few easy points as they were distracted by the beautiful sisters jumping and sprinting around in bikinis.

The girls had picked their side of the court, gone through some warm-up exercises, and were playfully bouncing the volley ball back and forth when DKM finally made an appearance. The four Bros who had claimed them the day before, and again that morning, were at the front of the approaching crowd, but there were around twenty DKM douchebags in attendance, and a few other attendees who had probably followed the crowd on its way down to the court. Chet and Dominator were both holding cans of beers, Justin looked like he had just woken up, and Brad was blatantly ogling the girls. He said something and the rest of the group broke out into laughter, but the girls weren't close enough to hear it.

When the DKM crew eventually made it to the court, Chet took a forward position and addressed the girls. “When you girls came crawling back to us this morning, we thought maybe you had accepted your fate as DKM sluts, but apparently you haven’t had enough public humiliation yet.” Lisa blushed despite herself, but managed to put on a serious face. “This time you and your bros will be the ones humiliated in public. Best of three games. Five Points each. You know the stakes.”

Chet smirked back, “Well, I know how this ends, for sure.” He and the other three leading DKMs were standing face to face with the huddled sisters, now, “You girls, stripped naked, and pumped full of DKM cum here on the court, then again back at DKM House, and then a few more times for good measure.” His grin widened. “And that’s just tonight.”

Lisa rolled her eyes, even though his words reignited some of the lust she’d been trying to suppress all day. “You wish. We’re going to beat you frat losers fair and square, no tricks, and after that, you’re not getting any of this,” She gestured at her body, and at her sisters, “And everyone will know that these,” She turned around, and pointed to the letters, “Don’t mean anything any more.”

Justin barked out a laugh, and Dominator spoke up. “If you say so, slut. Let’s get game one underway.” He pointed to a frat boy in the audience with a pink shirt proclaiming him a VIRGIN PLEDGE, and to another Bro, whom the girls recognized instantly as Sleepy, the frat boy who had let them into DKM House that morning. “You two are line judges.” He turned back to the sisters, “And since DKM already beat you once, we’ll be playing under standard DKM forfeit rules. If any of your shots or limbs connect with the net, the offending player loses a piece of clothing in addition to the point. Got it?”

“Fine, whatever.” Lisa agreed instantly, before Beth had a chance to voice a complaint, “Let’s just get started.”