had a previous account at the old den - and had many old stories pre-done already so now that im new to the new and improved den, I thought id share the pre-written stories
Sister vs Sister n BF (softball socks)
Michelle and Megan are two sisters who compete for just about everything. Both were born only minutes apart but the two couldn’t be more night and day. Michelle the prettier of the two usually gets by on her looks alone. Megan on the other hand is the more tomboy-ish of the two who has to outwit her ditzy, prettier sister, in order to get her way.
This sibiling rivarly started in middle school then got more intense in high school and now freshly out of high school and heading into their first semester of college. Megan, who played sports all throughout her life, has always had a thing for jocks – and had her eyes particularily set on one of the baseball players at her new college. The softball team practices on the field first and then the male baseball team takes over when the girls are finished.
After a few breif run-ins with each other inbetween practices, Megan and Jon finally started dating. However, the first time Jon came over to Megans to meet her parents, Michelle decided to steal him away. It didn’t take long until Jon would have his eyes set towards Michelle now instead. Megan should have seen it coming as she heard from many that Jon had a history with playing games with girls.
Megan became infuriated once he found Michelle and Jon sneaking around. She contiplated slashing Jon’s tires at first; and then conspiered to somehow get even with her competetive prissy sister. But Megan chose to let things blow over for awhile until she could think of something really evil to get back at them both.
The more she saw her sister and Jon together the more it made her sick. She wanted despertly to get back at them so she took her time and did her research. Her goal was to dig up any kind of dirt she could on Jon. What Megan finally found out was a shock to her but quickly knew how to get back at them both. One of Jon’s ex-girlfriends, Beth, happened to be on Megan’s college softball team; Megan came to learn that Jon had a bit of a foot fetish.
Megan – “I need any kind of dirt you can give me on that backstabber Jon!”
Beth – (after pondering it over for a bit) “Well I think he was into feet.”
Megan – “Feet? Like a foot fetish?!”
Beth – “Yeah something like that – he would always want to rub my feet after class and even told me not to shower before hand because he liked my feet smelling natural.”
Megan – “Natural? So he’s into smelly feet then?! Is that what you’re telling me?!”
Beth – “Well our relationship didn’t last long because well … we both now know how Jon is with girls, so I never really found out for sure if it was a foot fetish or just some kind of phase of some sort …”
Megan – “Hmmm … well I’m just going to have to put that theory to the test and find out for myself!”
Beth – “Haaa whatcha got in store for him girl?!”
Megan – “Well lets just say if its smelly feet he likes … then it’s smelly feet he’ll get!”
Beth – “Eww where are you going with this? I don’t think I like where you’re going …”
Megan – “Trust me, my feet are pretty smelly in general … And after a long night of softball practice – they can be down right unbareable!”
Beth – “Ewwww nooooo way! Your not going ….
Megan – “Oooooh yeaaaah … He’s coming over to the house tonight for their usual Saturday date night, which makes me wanna puke even thinking about it … I think I may have to torture him a little and crash their date night by giving them both a heavy dose of my raunchy softball socks right in their faces! Hahaha!”
Beth – “OMG that is soooo gross! You gotta let me know how that ends up! Call me tonight and fill me in.”
And with that, an evil grin spread across Megan’s face.
During her softball practice, all Megan could think of was her diabolitcal plan she had in store for them to. As practice finally concluded and the sun had gone down, Megan and Beth both looked at one another and both winked as if a goodluck was exchanged.
Megan, hot, sweaty and tired as ever hoped into her car and made her way back home. Sure enough right on time, Jon’s car was already in the driveway. Her parents must have been out at a friends house or dinner because they were nowhere to be found, which was even better in Megans eyes – she wanted Jon and her sister alone for herself.
As Megan came in through the door she noticed right away all the lights were dim and Jon and Michelle were tentively watching a movie while cuddling close together on the big couch. Megan’s parents both happened to be pretty rich so their house was rather large. Megan wanted to make her presence known, slams the front door shut upon arival, startling both Jon and Michelle at the loud thud noise.
Michelle – (yelling out from the dimmed living room) “Hey bitch keep it down! We’re trying to watch a movie!”
Megan who is used to being greeted in such a hostile manner by her ditzy, bitchy sister, brushes it off and speeds past them and into the back kitchen to make herself a glass of water.
Still decked out in her softball outfit, Megan stood in the kitchen watching the two love birds from behind as they watched their movie. Megan’s attire consisted of her tank top white softball jersey with the number 22 in red; also having the matching white shorts with red stripes running down both the sides of the shorts; as well as the long white softball socks, but not the cotton kind – the more elastic, skin tight type of under armor socks as well as her sporty red and white softball cleats that matched the rest of her uniform.
After nearly talking herself out of her plan, her sister Michelle spoke up again …
Michelle – “Would you turn that light off in the kitchen and go up to your room! You’re ruining our date night!”
Yeah, that was the final straw. Megan had heard enough of her sister’s whining and complaining and decided it was now or never.
Megan without saying a word made her way into the living room and plopped her self down on the free couch beside the two. Being how the living room was pretty spacious there are two separate but joining leather couches that face the big screen t.v.
Megan now plopped down on her back was on one of the couches, while the other couch connected to it was occupied by Jon and Michelle.
Michelle – “Uhhh excuse me … what the hell do you think your doing?!” She said in her usual snotty tone.
Megan – “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m watching the movie.”
Michelle – “Oh no you certaintly are not!”
As the two sisters start bickering back and fourth, Jon decides to step in and cool off some of the tension.
Jon – “Hey listen girls! Let’s just stop arguing … If Megan wants to watch some of the movie then lets just let her.
Michelle – “Whats gotten into you all of the sudden?! She’s ruining our night together! We have the house to ourselves tonight and now she’s trying to ruin it!”
Megan – “Hey im over here on the couch by myself minding my own business … I’ll keep quiet so you guys can watch your precious movie.”
Jon – “You see Michelle? She’ll keep quiet so lets just finish the movie in peace before your parents get back.”
Megan smirks over toward her annoyed sister as Michelle in turn lets out an “hmpth!” while crossing her arms.
Jon and Michelle focus ahead back on the movie and try to ignore Megan all together – but little do they know the games are now about to begin. Megan who is on her own couch, happens to be closer to Jon as he is in the middle of the two couches while Michelle is on the outside edge of the couch, so Jon is stuck basically in the middle of the two sisters.
Megan bends down to untie her softball cleates. Her hot and sweaty cleats stick to her feet like magnets. It takes all her strength to pry them off as they both hit the ground with a thud. Michelle who is trying everything in her will to ignore her sister continues to focus ahead on the movie. But the loud thud of Megan’s sweaty, dirty softball cleates being pried off has all but gotten Jon’s attention.
He tries to be sly and look in the corner of his eye sight at what is going on only a few feet away from him on the other connecting couch. Without warning Megan is now laying on her back with both her sweaty, dirty softball socks propped up on the arm rest of the couch which happens to be only a few feet away from Jon.
He gulps as only a few feet, a massive size 8 softball socked-feet rest in his general direction. Game officially on!
End of Part-1