Stick to the plan.

“I think I’m going to bow out too. Sorry, Lisa.”

Felicia’s response earned a huffy eye-roll from her free-spirited sister. “Whatever. I’m going to grab my things. See you losers later.”

Lisa departed shortly, and Beth went back to bed not long after, trying to sleep her hangover off, leaving Felicia alone with Sarah.

After they had hung out for a little while, Felicia finally put Chet’s plan into action. “Hey, I saw some outdoor basketball courts a little ways up the beach,” she said, doing her best to sound casual. “After lunch, you want to walk up and shoot some hoops? Play horse, or a little one-on-one, or something?”

Sarah quirked an eyebrow, smiling as she answered. “Really? You think you might be able to beat me one on one?”

They’d played many times growing up; once Sarah had hit her growth spurt, Felicia, despite being the older sister, had suffered a long series of embarrassing losses. Which, now that Felicia thought about it, made the prospect of her sister getting fucked into submission on a basketball court an even more appealing prospect. “I might,” Felicia answered. “In fact, I think I will. I’ve been practicing, Sar.”

That was an utter lie; Felicia reckoned she was walking into a thorough shellacking if she tried playing Sarah one on one. But, her game wasn’t to beat Sarah at basketball; it was to get her to the courts for Chet.

And Sarah took the bait. “You’re on.”

The two puttered about their rented house, chatting and hanging out until lunchtime. They saw no sign of Beth; another good omen, Felicia figured.

As they finished their lunch, Felicia noticed that Sarah got quiet for a minute, and seemed to be blushing a little. She was surprised by the unexpectedly blunt question that followed from her shyest sister: “What was it like yesterday?”

Felicia swallowed, then flitted her tongue over her lips, moistening them. “What was what like?”

“What--what happened yesterday. With the fratboy. And the race.”

Felicia thought for a moment; it might further her goal to tell Sarah the truth--tell her about how much the whole encounter had turned her on, how hard she had cum on Chet’s dick--but all that would still be embarrassing to admit. Before she had finished thinking it all over, she heard her voice already answering: “You can’t repeat a single word of what I’m about to say."

Sarah, her cheeks now very red against her brown bangs, nodded her assent. Felicia sucked in a deep breath, and began: “I wish I had won. I really do--I would’ve loved to wipe that smug look off that guy’s face.” For all the pleasure she’d gotten from yesterday’s encounters, the words felt true--as much as she’d enjoyed her two encounters with Chet, it left a bitter taste in her mouth that he’d beaten her. “But… I mean, you saw and heard me when he… when he finished taking me during the race.”

The bright red face of Sarah nodded, and Felicia thought she could see them just starting to glaze over with lust. “There was something about being dominated, about having to surrender control, about the humiliation of getting marked as a conquest and fucked and filled in front of a crowd that… overwhelmed me. I’m… I’m not sure that I’ve ever had an orgasm like that.”

Sarah nodded, and gazed towards the ground as Felicia fell silent. After a few seconds, she excused herself to go get dressed for basketball; Felicia followed suit, ducking up the stairs and into her room.

Grabbing her phone, she noticed she had another message from THAT DICK. “we good 2 go?”

Felicia wrote back, “Yes. Heading to the court now.”

A few moments later, another message from THAT DICK popped up: “good job, soda. can’t wait4 my boys 2 fill her pussy up n put her on the wall with u.”

Felicia felt her face flushing, and found herself looking forward to seeing what Chet had planned as she met back up with Sarah downstairs, and the two headed to the basketball courts.