Yes.

Felicia encountered a few people out for evening walks along the beach, but with the light fading rapidly, they either didn’t notice her nakedness or did a good job of pretending to ignore her. Nevertheless, as she walked up the steps to the door of beach house she and her sisters had rented, she felt her cheeks flushing with some combination of embarrassment and excitement. And, after pausing for a moment to take a big breath, she opened the door and stepped in, hoping she wouldn’t have to try explaining her absent bikini bottoms to her sisters.

When no one called a greeting to her as she stepped through the door, she got the sudden feeling that she might be in luck.

She could not see any of them, although the lights were on. It would have been like Sarah to go to bed before she got too drunk; it was harder to say where Lisa and Beth might be. A faint snore was issuing from the couch, and Felicia tiptoed closer and peeked over the back to find Beth lying on her side, a half-finished cocktail sitting on the coffee table in front of her. A thin blanket had clearly been draped over her, so at least one of her other sisters must have stayed up longer.

Not wanting to linger on the off-chance Lisa was still going strong and had just stepped into the bathroom or something, Felicia quickly continued up the stairs. As the walked, her ears picked up on the sound of running water; apparently one of her sisters was showering.

‘Probably Lisa,’ she thought as she reached the upper floor. As she walked by the closed bathroom door, she hesitated a moment, then impulsively set her eat against it. What she heard brought a smirk to her lips.

Beneath the sound of cascading water, she could swear she just make out the sound of panting and soft moaning.

‘What are you thinking about in there, sis?’ Felicia wondered as she made her way down the hall to her room, flicking on the light and shutting the door. ‘Watching what DKM did to me? Or are you imagining them doing it to you?’ Her smirk blossomed into a smile as she added one last thought: ‘Because I’m going to do everything I can to make sure they do it all to you too, and maybe even more…’

Now that she was in the safety of her room, Felicia untied her bikini top and tossed it aside. She felt her heart start to race as she saw her phone on the table by her bed, but she opted to defer the excitement of seeing what Chet had sent her for just a moment as she made her way over to the mirror.

She scanned her face, making sure she had washed away all evidence of her latest marking from Chet, her fingers combing through her fluffy blonde hair before running over her forehead, past her sparkling green eyes and down the bridge of her petite nose, over her cheeks, her chin, and her full lips, then down her neck to her perky breasts. ‘At least I washed it all off in the sea,’ she concluded, before turning to look at her ass, still emblazoned with the big, blue letters “DKM.” ‘I’ll need to shower in the morning.’ She found herself bending forward, spreading her legs apart a little until she could see the thin strip of blonde hair surrounding the lips of her pussy. Almost like the view she’d given Chet.

She ran her fingers gently through the patch of hair, just grazing the sensitive flesh they protected. ‘Would he like it better shaved?’ she found herself thinking. ‘Would I? Being so bare beneath his gaze…’

She shook her head and straightened up. It was foolish thinking; who said she was even going to fuck him again? That certainly wasn’t part of the rules of the game they had put into motion. Unless she lost. But she had no intention of losing.

She pulled on a pair of pajama pants and a tank top, then finally lay back on her bed and grabbed her phone. It greeted her with a picture of her face, with Chet’s still-hard cock just in view. She covered with globs of his cum on her cheek and her closed lips, with a long string of it dangling from her chin down towards the tops of her breasts.

Free from the eyes of her sisters this time, Felicia let out a small moan, enjoying the surge of warmth that passed through her before clicking over to Chet’s number. She began to type in his name, “C-H-E,” but then a smirk crossed her face and she deleted it. Instead, she typed in “THAT DICK.”

Setting her phone down, she turned off the light and lay back, letting her mind wander over ideas for how she might trick or trap her sisters into risking themselves against DKM again as she slowly drifted off to sleep.