Yes.

The rest of the game was rough. Felicia begrudgingly had to admit it was impressive, albeit in a lame and sleazy way, that Chet and his DKM bros had so much material ready for the game. One bro offered her a “protein shake” to help her build her muscles after Sarah overpowered her for a rebound; another suggested she get on all fours to reenact yesterday’s scene while she was in her low defensive stance, distracting her and helping Sarah stick an uncontested jump shot; Chet suggested that if she played like this against him, it wouldn’t be long until she went from dribbling a ball to dribbling his cum again.

Amidst this mockery, a blushing Sarah had charged out to a 18-11 lead, when she signaled a timeout to her sister and waved her over to talk under the hoop, away from their boisterous spectators.

“Do you just want to call it and head back?” Sarah asked, the concern in her blue eyes clear as she looked at Felicia.

“No. I’m fine.” Felicia wasn’t completely faking the edge in her voice; this was what she’d signed up for, but she still didn’t appreciate Chet’s chosen method.

“Come on, Felicia; this isn’t like you! You can’t just let them treat you like that!”

Sarah was getting heated. This was the moment to serve her up. ‘Sorry, sis,’ Felicia thought.

“What else am I supposed to do?” Felicia fired back angrily. “Challenge them to another game? You see how I’m playing; I’ll give you two guesses how that would end.”

Felicia could think of several ways it might end, actually, and the images that flooded her mind unbidden brought on a tingling surge of arousal in her pussy: Chet bending her against the fence that surrounded the court and railing her from behind again; herself bouncing on the tall, caramel-skinned bro’s cock in the middle of the court as she bobbed her head up and down Chet's dick; the five bros surrounding her, stroking their cocks and aiming for her face as she kneeled naked in their midst…

“This is just how it is now,” Felicia continued, after the slightest of pauses. “I’m going to have to deal with this the rest of our vacation. It sucks, but… letting them drive me into hiding for the next four days would be even worse.”

"There's got to be something we can do," Sarah insisted.

"Like what?" Felicia retorted, steering her tall sister into Chet's trap.

Sarah held Felicia’s gaze for a long moment. Then she nodded, turned, and strode up to Chet again. He greeted her with his usual irritating smirk and a raised eyebrow, as he waited for her to speak.

Felicia saw Sarah suck in a couple deep breaths, trying to calm her nerves before she spoke. Then, in a measured tone, she simply stated, “I would like to challenge DKM.”

Chet’s smile grew. “Really,” he said in a far-too-friendly tone. “What for?”

“For you and your fraternity to leave Felicia alone, and pay for her drinks the next few days.”

“Mmhmm. And what will you be wagering against that concession from us?”

Sarah swallowed and hesitated a moment before answering Chet. “If you win, you won’t have to pay for my drinks or leave me alone. Even stakes.”

After a momentary silence, Chet laughed, and his four cronies quickly joined in. “Try again,” he informed Sarah with a grin.

Sarah swallowed again. “What do you want the stakes to be?”

“I think you know,” Chet replied, his voice becoming lower and huskier. “And I want you do say it.”

Sarah hesitated. Felicia thought she could see her sister’s breathing speeding up as she prepared to answer Chet. When she spoke, her voice was quiet. “If I lose, whoever beats me can have sex with me.”

“And…?” Chet’s voice was a lusty growl now.

Sarah nodded to the marker around Chet’s neck. “And m-mark me.”

“…And…?”

Sarah paused another long moment, and her voice was almost a whisper when she answered, “And… and cum inside me.”

The corners of Chet’s lips twisted a little higher as he asked one more time, “And?” This time Sarah did not answer him. After a few seconds, he shook his head with a chuckle. “You almost got there. After we win, and mark you, and fuck you, and fill you with DKM cum… you join your sister on our Wall of Shame. And you’ll live the rest of your life knowing, in some dark corner of the internet, there will always be a picture of you, naked, submitting to one of our cocks and welcoming our cum into the depths of your pussy, like a good DKM slut.”

Sarah didn’t answer. Felicia couldn’t see her face well, but she could swear she saw her sister shiver--whether it was fear, arousal, or a combination of the two, Felicia couldn’t say.

Chet continued, “Oh, and if all that happens, I suppose we’ll have to start treating you like a DKM slut. So, you can keep your free booze, but don’t expect us to leave you alone anymore. If you win, we’ll treat your sister like we treat you; if we win, we’ll treat you like we treat your sister.” He stared hard into her eyes for a moment. “Deal?”

Sarah took a couple deep breaths, then looked Chet in the eye and nodded. “Deal.”

Chet clapped. “Great! Now we just need to set up the game.”

Chet quickly introduced the four other DKM bros with him. The muscular fellow with caramel-colored skin, who stood about half a foot taller than Sarah, was named Drew; the slender redhead, who was about an inch taller than Sarah, was Derrick; Chet stood about two inches shorter than Sarah; there was also a wiry guy with jet-black hair, about four inches shorter than Sarah, named James, and the guy who had tried and failed to chase Sarah down during the race, who was half a foot shorter than her but well-build. Chet introduced him as “Gary,” but he piped up that he preferred to be called “the Bitch Tamer.” Judging by Sarah’s eye-roll, Felicia guessed he had apparently introduced himself to her by that name yesterday too, and the moniker hadn't gotten any more impressive overnight.

Once he had finished the introductions, Chet continued, “I think it’ll be most interesting if you choose your conqueror--ah, your opponent--and your game. We can play one-on-one, a shooting game like PIG, perhaps some two-on-two if your sister’s feeling up for some fun…” Chet winked at Felicia, Felicia felt her stomach churn, torn between irritation and arousal at the thought of getting fucked again by Chet, this time with her sister on a basketball court.

“Oh, and if you think you’d like to change the terms of the wager, let me know. We’d be happy to give you a bigger prize, or some advantage in your game… If you’d be willing to risk making more DKM dicks happy if you lose.”

Felicia’s breath caught at Chet’s offer. Surely Sarah wouldn’t risk getting gangbanged for a little edge in her game…