Beth

"Hmm, I think Beth would be our best bet," Felicia eventually decides, to her youngest siblings glee. "Cause I’m the cutest?" She asked smugly, resting her chin on her hands and batting her eyelashes. "Cause you’re the youngest," Felicia replied bluntly. Since she was only 23 the DKM frat boys were least likely to be intimidated away and most likely to treat her as potential college girl prey. 18 to 21 year old “jocks” like them would probably see anything past 25 as mature and Felicia had already promised herself that if any one of them called her a MILF she’d put a fist through their face.

Admittedly, Beth might actually have been the cutest, not that Felicia would ever admit that to her face. Her little sister’s ego didn’t need that rub. She was the shortest and most petite of the four of them, with rosy cheeks and a button nose. Her long blonde hair that she twirled absentmindedly around one finger combined with her penchant for giggling at almost anything had made her quite popular with the boys growing up.

"Hold on, I have just the outfit for this," the “cutest” sibling announced, before almost skipping to her room. While Felicia wondered what on earth an outfit for acting as bait could look like and why Beth had packed one, Lisa surreptitiously gathered her own things. "Are you not planning on joining us Lis'?" Sarah asked when she noticed Lisa picking up her bag again. "I think one to be bait and two to watch should be enough, right? If the trap was like 40% more 'Home Alone' style I might be interested."

"Ohh, that gives me an idea," Felicia exclaimed, "we could dig a hole six inches deep, scatter marbles around it, and put Beth behind it. Then when a guy approaches her with his dick out he'd slip and get his cock trapped in the hole." She completed her explanation by putting her index finger into her fist and squeezing it tightly while wiggling it around like she was trying to pull it out, making both her sisters laugh. "Six inch hole? You’d need more like 11"," Lisa quips, to be met by a repressed smirk from Sarah and a **** stare from Felicia. "Sorry, I’ll be in the backyard," she mutters, putting her headphones on and scurrying out the back door before she has to face her sister's wrath. As Lisa exits Beth enters wearing her "bait" outfit. "What do ya think?" she asks, giving her sisters a twirl. Looking at it, slack jawed, Felicia's first thought was that it was more like a mastur"bait" outfit.

The whole thing was held up by spaghetti straps so fine it looked like they’d been spun by spiders. Her youngest sisters nipples were covered by two triangles of fabric that were barely bigger than nipple tassels, showing off the rest of her breasts in unobstructed detail. Her lower half wasn’t any better. The same barely there straps wrapped around the curves of her sisters ass and hips, with only a scrap of fabric that gave less modesty than a fig leaf covering her nether regions. Even if Felicia hadn’t seen her sister naked from the waist down last night she’d be able to tell that she’d had a brazil wax. To top it off when Beth gave a twirl Felicia saw almost her whole ass except for her asshole, the tiny scrap of clothing that bravely called itself a thong managing to cover that while being almost entirely swallowed up between Beth’s cute cheeks.

"Not exactly leaving much to the imagination there sis," Sarah comments drily while Felicia is still trying to find her words. "That's good," Beth laughs, "I don't think frat bros like them are very imaginative." Felicia doubted that. She was sure boys there age had an impeccable power to imagine naked and sexy women, they'd probably been doing it for years while humping their pillows. Still, Felicia would let the scandalous outfit slide if it meant hooking a DKM fish sooner.

Part of Felicia didn’t want her sister to leave the house in that outfit, even if she was just going in the front yard, but she repressed that protective instinct for the greater good. Besides, her sister had already had her brains screwed out by a stranger on this vacation, now Felicia couldn’t see what worse could happen. “I’m gonna go make myself comfy, you two set up your sniper’s perch or whatever is is you’re doing,” Beth tells Felicia and Sarah as she heads out the door. “Ooh, a snipers perch would be good, just tranquilize the guy and drag him inside,” Sarah comments as she grabs a table and drags it over to the window. “Yeah, shame I didn’t pack my dart gun,” Felicia adds, picking up and carrying over a pair of chairs. With their position set up Felicia adjusts the blinds to be open enough to see out of but difficult to see into, unveiling the sight of Beth already lead on the grass, half naked and basking in the sun like a playboy model. “Bait’s set. Lookin good sis,” Sarah narrates a text aloud before sending it to Beth. She glances down at her phone before shooting a thumbs up and a smile back at the house. “With Beth looking, well, like that,” Felicia gestured to her practically naked little sister, her perky breasts threatening to slip their meagre coverings, “how long can this take before we get a bite?”

Two hours. At least.

In retrospect starting operation “catch-a-frat-boy” before noon probably wasn’t a good idea, and now with the sun climbing towards its zenith even Felicia’s righteous zeal was starting to wear off. She had been practically dozing off in her seat when a text to Sarah’s phone had jolted them both awake. “It’s Beth,” Sarah told her as she picked it up. “I’m gonna do my back but I don’t want any tan lines. Maybe this will get a bite.” She read the message out before they both looked up again. Sure enough Beth was lying on her front now, her perky butt with it’s DKM mark in the air, and her tiny little bikini lying beside her. Felicia doubted a piece of clothing that small would leave tan lines and she also doubted taking it off would make a difference in luring someone in. In all the time they’d been watching and waiting they hadn’t even seen someone who looked slightly “bro-y” yet.

“So, is your master plan going how you’d hope Liberatrix?” Sarah sighed as she put her phone down. “Not yet,” she admitted, “ but with a little patience we’ll get what we need and get even with those DKM jerks.” Sarah drummed her fingers in the table before she replied. “Y’know, I’ve been thinking about that, I’ve had a lot of time to think this morning, why do we need to waste our time doing this?”

Felicia sighed in irritation, she thought she’d already laid it out for Sarah this morning, but still she explained it again. “Because we need to get even. When those guys came up to us at the bar that day they challenged us and when they came here and slept with you three so easily they won, and now they think they’ve beaten and embarrassed us. I’m gonna show them that the Anders family don’t quit that easy.” Sarah nodded her he’d through her sisters explanation before opening her mouth for her own response: “So you’re just a sore loser.”

“I am not!”

“Yes you are, this is just like when you lose in Mario Kart, saying stuff like “oh, they’re just a bullshit character,”

“Toad is a bullshit character! He accelerates way too fast!”

“Even if he is, it’s just a party game, it’s not about winning!”

“You’re only saying that because you always pick Toad!”

“This isn’t about Toad! This is about right now!”

“So the DKM guys having sex with you all like you were just three common whores begging for cock was just a party game?”

“Kind of, yeah. It’s just a bit of harmless fun. It can be nice to let go sometimes, to lose and let someone else take charge. You wouldn't know because you refuse to lose!”

Just a few seconds after they had started arguing a particularly tall DKM bro had looked over the front yard wall, taking a moment to ogle the half naked Beth through his sunglasses before vaulting the fence as he introduced himself. Beth had been jolted awake as his feet landed in the dirt beside her but her shock had quickly turned into a smile when she looked up to his handsome face. She was so distracted that she didn’t even realize how much she sat up, accidentally flashing her completely naked tits to him. He leered at her naked rack of soft, perky tits through his sunglasses even as he talked. The two of them flirted while Felicia and Sarah bickered and Beth even began trying to lure him inside like they’d discussed, twirling a blonde lock around her finger and suggesting maybe they take things somewhere more comfortable. Her words had died in her throat, however, when he tugged his swim shorts down and pulled out ten inches of thick, uncut, cock. With that massive dick, maybe even bigger than the one she’d taken last night, only a couple feet from her face Beth’s jaw dropped open and her eyes flitted from that massive cock, to his face, and back.

Without another word Beth reached down to her bikini bottoms with one delicate hand, pinched a string between two fingers, and smoothly pulled it until her bottoms fell loosely away from her.

"And that’s why… wait. Do you hear that?" Felicia stops herself mid argument, a sound from outside like an animal mewling drawing her attention. “Mmph, ah!” Sarah and Felicia both hear it this time, their heads whipping toward the window they’d neglected for so long.

There, right in the middle of the front yard, Beth is riding a DKM dick again. This time instead of getting railed from behind she’s facing her fucker at least. He kneels on her towel with Beth almost sitting in his lap facing him, their foreheads pressed together and their lips locking intermittently between Beth’s moans of pleasure. With her feet on the ground and her hands on his shoulders it’s clear that Beth is in control of her movement, a fact that riles Felicia as she watches her sister still bounce happily on his big cock.

"Aw they’re kissing," Sarah coos, drawing a confused glance from Felicia. "No one kissed me last time," she pouts, transforming Felicia glance into a frown of disapproval. "Alright, yeah, sorry." Sarah shakes her head, pushing aside her envious thoughts. "Back to the plan. Well they don’t seem to be coming inside," as Sarah said that the bro thrust his big cock up into their little sister, earning himself a moan, a giggle, and a kiss from the giddy blonde in rapid succession.

"That just means we’ll have to go outside," Felicia stated, standing up and cracking her knuckles. "And what, tackle him?" Sarah asked, following her sister's lead.

"Maybe, or maybe there’s something else we can do."

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