First, a little one-on-one... with an audience.

While Sarah swung by the equipment stand to rent a basketball, Felicia stepped onto the court, her eyes sweeping over it in search of Chet. She couldn’t find him, and soon Sarah was beside her, pressing the ball into her stomach. “C’mon, sis. First to 21. I’ll spot you first possession.” With a sigh, she followed her taller sister over to an unoccupied basket, checked the ball to her, and the two began a half-court one-on-one game.

The game didn’t get off to a poor start; Felicia made a couple of long shots when Sarah gave her too much space, Sarah missed a few shots she usually made, a couple of balls had taken weird bounces that helped Felicia snag the rebound. She was leading 7-6 and had the ball when Chet finally made himself known.

Feeling somewhat emboldened by her good start, she decided to try dribbling around Sarah and racing to the hoop for a layup. She got around Sarah at the top of the lane, but Sarah’s long legs helped her keep up, and she swatted Felicia’s shot out of bounds with an authoritative SMACK.

A chorus of male voices shouting “Oh!” grabbed both of the sisters’ attentions. They saw five young men, all with markers around their necks, Chet and the short guy who had tried chasing down Sarah the day before among them.

Chet’s eyes burned into Felicia as he said to his bros, plenty loudly enough for Sarah and Felicia to hear, “It’s okay, guys. Trust me--that girl loves getting stuffed!” A round of laughter followed, and Felicia felt her cheeks turning beet-red as she fetched the ball and took it back to the top of the key.

This time she tried to catch Sarah off-guard by driving for the basket with a crossover move, but managed to dribble the ball off of her own foot, sending it bouncing harmlessly out of bounds and inspiring a fresh round of laughter. Chet chimed in again. “Hey soda! Looks like your ballhandling could use a little work! I’d be happy to give you a little practice, if you like!”

This time, one of his bros--a tall guy with caramel skin and a deep voice--joined in on her torment: “Actually, looks like it could use a lot of work! We’d all be happy to work you out!”

“One at a time, or all at once!” added another, a touch taller than Chet but more slender, with bright red hair and freckles. The laughter broke out again.

Sarah had retrieved the ball and, in an unusually confrontational move for her, stormed up to Chet, glaring into his eyes. “Hey, you promised to leave us alone. Go back to the circle-jerk party in your basement."

Chet smirked up at the brown-haired woman. “You’re right, and we are leaving you alone. We’re talking to your sister, who didn’t win any such prize.” His voice dropped to a husky tone, and he stepped even closer to Sarah as he mockingly added, “The only prizes she won were a pussy full of hot, fresh DKM cum, and a place on our Wall of Shame.”

Felicia watched her sister’s lips flap ineffectually for a moment, before she just turned, walked back, and checked the ball to her. Felicia felt like her face had found new shades of crimson to turn as she tossed the ball back. So this had been Chet’s plan: to use her presence as a way of getting around not being allowed to talk to Sarah, and to basically try embarrassing her until Sarah came to her defense.

Distracted as she was, Sarah had no problem driving around her for an easy lay-up and an 8-7 lead. Chet had evidently come prepared with a lot of basketball-based innuendos, as he piped up, “So that’s the second person to the hole on you in the last day or so, eh, soda?”

“But she doesn’t have to be the last!” added the redheaded bro with a wink.

Felicia stifled a groan as she took the ball at the top of the lane again. She knew she had a drubbing from Sarah and a barrage of innuendos and lame, sketchy come-ons headed her way.

'This had better be worth it,' she thought as she tossed the ball to Sarah. 'And no matter what happens, I'm getting that dick back for this.'