The next morning, at the bar.

Felicia and Beth received text messages from their sisters stating that they’d be “Staying with the boys tonight,” and to meet them back at the bar in the morning. They weren’t thrilled with this news, but neither were they particularly surprised, given what they’d witnessed the previous day. Chances are Sarah and Lisa were going to be spending the night taking dick from an endless procession of frat boys, but if they were still self-aware enough to inform their sisters of this decision and set up a rendez-vous, then who were Beth and Felicia to get in their way? The two sisters stayed up a while longer, then went to bed, hoping that the morning might bring with it a return to normalcy.

A return to normalcy, of course, was not how the Anders Sisters would describe the sight they met with upon reuniting at the bar the next morning. Felicia and Beth were wearing their bikinis again, but Sarah and Lisa had traded theirs in for new outfits. The two sisters were wearing matching blue sports bras with the letters DKM emblazoned across them, and matching shorts with the word SLUT stretched taut across their asses. Any hope Felicia or Beth had of getting back to enjoying a DKM-free vacation quickly evaporated, since between their sisters new costumes and the throng of frat boys gathered around, it was clear that they were about to face some sort of ill-conceived plot intended to get their faces on the Wall of Shame.

“Felicia! Beth!” Sarah happily exclaimed, bouncing over to give her sisters a hug. Felicia expected her younger sister to be a mess after what she could only assume was an intense night of drinking and fucking, but she seemed as cheery, clean, and alert as ever. After hugs and greetings, a bro stepped towards the group and spoke, getting right down to business.

“Good morning, Beth, Felicia,” The sisters shuddered as he spoke their names, “Your sisters have really gotten into the DKM spirit, as I’m sure you can see. I don’t think I’ve ever had two sluts more enthusiastic about taking DKM cock, to be completely honest. Lisa, why don’t you tell your sisters what you spent your day doing after they departed yesterday?”

Lisa’s eyes lit up, “Oh. My. God. So, like, you were both here when we Sarah and I first got marked, but let me tell you: That was only the beginning. After getting our ink and our first few rounds of DKM cock here at the bar, we went down to the beach with the guys and, like, I think I sucked a dozen different dicks while Sarah managed to convince a few more girls to join us on the way back to DKM house, where they got their ink and pictures, too, and I wish you guys had been there because after that, the guys-”

Beth clapped her hands over Lisa’s mouth, “Um, I get it. Lots of cocks, sounds like you guys had a great time. Can we get back to our vacation, though? Just us girls?”

Sarah spoke up, “No way! At least, not until you two get your Wall of Shame shots, too.”

Felicia frowned. She had a feeling that was what this was leading to. “Let me guess: You and Lisa are challenging Beth and I to some sort of absurd competition, and if you win, we get fucked, but if we win, we get you two back and can return to our vacation in peace?”

Sarah opened her mouth as if to correct Felicia, then paused with a confused look on her face, then nodded vigorously. “Yep, that’s the long and the thick of it, I’m surprised you agreed so quickly. I’ll go ahead and fill you in on the specifics, though…”