More boasting...right?

Felicia awoke to another text. Four simple words: "I told you so".

Not this again. Some guys just couldn't accept being beaten. She sighed and tried to go back to sleep.

A few seconds later another text followed: "I'm balls deep in your sister right now. The one with the green bikini. I think I'll keep it as a trophy."

Felicia couldn't help responding: "In your dreams."

The Bro replied: "I'll certainly be in hers they way she's moaning. Didn't even put up a fight, just bent over and took it like a good girl. I hope you are a little feistier."

Felicia was. "Listen you pig: I know perfectly well that you are not with my sister. You are not with anyone. You have probably never been with a girl. And if some poor thing did deign to give you pity sex they wouldn't even be able to feel that tiny little pecker of yours. I'd tell you to kiss my ass but you'd probably use it for a jackoff fantasy. Neither Sarah nor any of my sisters will ever have anything to do with you, so leave us the fuck alone." Satisfied, she threw her phone across the room and closed her eyes.

She ground her teeth as it chimed again. Then a second time.

"Wanna bet?"

"Yeah, lets make a little wager. If you are right and I'm alone, I'll leave you and your sisters alone from now on. If I'm telling the truth, and I'm currently railing your sister, then your ass is mine :-)"

Felicia froze. She knew the dude was lying. Sarah would never do that. But was she really willing to bet her ass on it? On the other hand, if she just ignored him it was a tacit admission that she was afraid that he had gotten Sarah... and she was unsettled by the slight hint of arousal inspired by the thought of submitting, if even just this tiny amount, to this alpha male...