No. Can't take any chances.

"You are an idiot, and I am not going to play your games." Felicia turned off her phone.

Frat Douche wouldn't be bothering her anymore tonight, but it still felt like a defeat. She felt that she had betrayed Sarah. How could she look her sister in the eye and say that she had backed down from a challenge from the DKMs because she thought that Sarah had let herself be fucked by one of them? Did she have such little faith in her sister? Did she think that the DKMs were really such a threat?

... and hadn't she acknowledged the possibility that the DKMs could get one of her sisters? This was sure to encourage them. She had shown them a chink in her armor. She'd known boys like them before, and even the smallest submission could start a sexual snowball that would end up with one of them inside of her...

...and dammit, was the realization that she had let them get a minor victory turning on? Sure enough, she felt a familiar warmth at the realization that the bros must be gloating over her texts...

No. She had made up her mind. She wasn't playing their games. She wouldn't let them know that they had gotten to her. And she certainly wouldn't let them know that she was slipping a hand down to her crotch to take care of the unsettling but not unpleasant wamrth growing there. And she absolutely, positively would never let them know that she had retrieved her phone and used the dick pic that had started this mess to drive herself over the edge...