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Leia –April Fool’s Day at the university pool after close

In retrospect, I should have known that she would strike at the pool. It should have been my one safe place on campus, but I did have it coming after what I did two years ago. It didn’t seem to help that my hilarious prank finally broke the ice between Candice and my twin brother, Luke. They both have seemed insanely and sometimes nauseatingly happy together for the last two years. My friend confided in me that my brother was the one; their post-undergraduate plans involved them together. I had no doubt that they were destined for great things once we finished college, but that didn’t seem to have softened her need for some well-deserved revenge.

I had been so meticulous today, on the lookout for all the classic pranks, and I had even caught a few of her more amateur attempts to embarrass or inconvenience me. I was quite happy that I noticed the old plastic wrap over the toilet trick before I sat to pee this morning. The salt replacing the sugar next to the coffee pot almost caught me, but she didn’t know that I had started taking my morning Joe black. The fact that we still shared an apartment left her plenty of opportunities to strike. Candice did spend far more time over at Luke’s place than our own these days. This was good as I had no desire to listen to that pair’s constant boisterous lovemaking. This morning though, she had plenty of time to lay sneaky traps.

I was always a late riser after a meet. I was on the university’s dive team, I wasn’t going to be making any waves on the national stage or anything, but I had the talent to get my college at the private university paid for. Our big meets came fast and furious as the semester really got going. My late start today was more due to the team drowning our sorrows after a particularly disastrous showing against our cross-state rival.

I did not stay at the pub too late or get too crazy, but I was glad that Matt, the men’s swim team’s comely captain, drove me home. I would like to think it was because he was into me, but he took half the team home. I did get to sit shotgun, and I was the last one he dropped off, but maybe I am trying to read too much into things. Though I don’t recall him walking any of the other guys or girls to their front door.

He was swarthy, with a ready smile and the most intense brown eyes, and a fantastic sense of humor. All his time in the pool made him ripped, and he had the respect of his team. What I am trying to get across to you was that the man was just my type, and I wish he had tried something, but he was too nice of a guy. He would not take advantage of my slightly buzzed state.

I should explain my best friend and I’s relationship a little more before I just dive right into the aftermath of her carefully plotted vengeance. Candice was a neighbor and a close friend growing up. I don’t have any memories from before she was in our lives. My mom had pictures of us together before we could crawl. We were far more like sisters than best friends; our parents were close with her folks and fellow nerds. From the number of pictures when we were babies, you would have thought we were triplets.

And yes, reader, before you ask, my brother, Luke, and I were named after exactly who you think we were. When my mom found out they were having fraternal twins, the name was picked for them. At least that was what they claimed whenever Luke or I complained. A Love of Sci-Fi was how they met in the first place. Their first date was to one of the re-releases of those classic films. The nineties were a different time for nerds; they had yet to take over popular culture as they have today.

Luke and I have an older brother, Terry; he’s two years older than us. He was named after a fantasy writer that my parents also enjoyed. His name was not nearly as obvious as my twin and I’s. Terry and Luke were close as we grew up. Candice was an only child, and we ended up spending as much time together as sisters. She even went on vacation with us several times as kids, and her parents took me along on a trip to the mountains of Colorado. A few years later, when her parents went through a rough divorce, our house was more welcoming than her own. I had a bunk bed in my room just for Candy. I am the only one that can ever call my conniving friend that, and even then, I get a well-deserved dirty look.

In a way, our own adolescent rebellion led us to more athletic pursuits. Candice and I were rivals and teammates in many sports growing up. Between too much time on buses and good old-fashioned team bonding, it led to the start of an escalating prank war that nearly tore us apart when we pushed it too far. A particularly epic round of jokes in high school led both of us to just about wholly shave our heads near the end of our junior year. It was not a popular look with the guys at school. Luke shaved his head in a show of solidarity, but it didn’t seem to be the same impediment to his social life. This led to the informal treaty that still governed our war; we would abstain from the tricks on any day but April Fool’s Day. Of course, this meant when the unofficial holiday came around, we went big.

It probably helped calm things when the two of us started specializing in our sporting pursuits and didn’t spend as much downtime waiting for events to begin together. We didn’t have nearly the same audience or time together to perfect our art. Candice leaned into cross country and track. Her lean, lithe body and long legs seemed to work well in her chosen sports. I always loved the pool. At first, it was swimming, but now I was far more into the diving end of things. I was still in the water, but this better reconciled my prior Love for gymnastics.

Both Candice and I had gotten good enough to receive scholarships at a private university across the state from our hometown. Luke, however, was a big damn baseball star, good enough that he had his name mentioned in professional baseball blogs as a future prospect. My twin had the pitching arm that would have allowed him to go almost anywhere; mom and dad insisted he go somewhere to get a good education. Luke had the skill for the big leagues, but he didn’t have the desire or passion for going from farm team to farm team while he earned his way to the big show. He far more enjoyed his time in molecular biology and organic chemistry classes. He intended to someday help discover the cure for cancer, but that would require more years in school.

I didn’t have quite the lofty, world-saving goals of my brother; maybe I was the evil twin in the pair. Perhaps evil is too harsh of a word; I would propose that I was the mischievous or impish twin. I was far more at home behind a computer screen and working on graphic design. I had killed it in my internship the previous summer and had a job offer waiting for me as soon as I graduated. I would be heading back to my hometown after this semester.

Candice was close to a nursing degree. She knew she wanted to be an OR nurse and had an open invitation to apply at a local hospital. My best friend had yet to decide, though. She wouldn’t admit it to even me; I thought she was waiting to see where Luke ended up for his post-graduate program. I better be her maid of honor when those two get married.

Anyway, I had not planned on my mostly innocent prank going awry two years ago. I had been merciless that day, but the joke that hit big was not what I imagined it would. I knew that she got up for a long run every morning before class and capped off her run with sandwich cookies and coffee for breakfast. The treats probably didn’t taste nearly as good with toothpaste instead of the standard stuff. Since she had plenty of toothpaste already, I hoped she didn’t mind anchovy paste on her toothbrush. She was not a fan when I yelled out, “April Fool’s!” when she came out of the bathroom with a disgusted look on her face.

For her part, Candice had not been a perfect angel. She seemed particularly proud of setting a loud and raunchy porno video to automatically open when I got my laptop out to take notes in an economics class. I was thankful that I had a pair of headphones plugged in when I opened the computer. I had already made the mistake of having a loud K-pop song queued from studying the night before once in the same class; ever since, I was convinced it would happen again anytime I opened my laptop in that classroom. My cautious approach did not stop a storm of snickering from the students sitting behind me or the nice tomato red color I turned. That was when I noticed her looking through the glass window on the classroom door and mouthing ‘April Fool’s’ back at me.

I want you to understand that she was not merely an innocent victim of my chicanery; she was a diabolic schemer in her own right. Candice got what she deserved when I pulled off the greatest prank of the day. How was I to know that my then-boyfriend and a gaggle of teammates would show up when she was in the Shower? Dear reader, I had no intention of my prank involving my brother in the hilarity.

Don’t get me wrong, I am now glad it happened how it did. Without my intervention, Luke would have never made a move. He had the biggest crush on my best friend since high school. I will never know how an objectively good-looking guy who was intelligent and confident in the classroom or on the diamond was shy around the ladies. Maybe we couldn’t entirely escape the social awkwardness we inherited from our parents. My unintentional push finally broke the barrier between them.

The worst part of all the social awkwardness and sexual tension between the two was that I had to hear about it from both sides. Candice was just as head over heels in Love with Luke as he was; she was just too inside her own head about it. I tried to play mediator and get them together, but I had been unsuccessful in my attempts until two years ago, and that was unintentional. My prank would make a great story someday when they were wed.

I am trying to clarify that I did not deserve what happened when I dove off the high dive today. Yes, I earned some payback, but not like this, not in front of the entire swim team. My prank had a happy ending; that should earn me some mercy, right?

We called our own practice after our terrible showing yesterday when the pool closed on Friday night. It was Matt’s idea, but I thought it sounded great. Typically, we would be out partying, like average college students, but we were determined not to have a similar showing on Sunday. Our coaches liked to give us a day off after the meets, win or lose. But none of us thought we deserved it. As a captain, I helped critique and motivate the other girls. Of course, I had my suit on but waited to do my diving until the rest of the squad had their fill.

I walked the strip of patio between the diving area and the lap section of the pool, yelling out encouragement and giving suggestions to the other divers. I couldn’t help looking over at our swim team’s tall, muscular, perpetually tanned captain, Matt. He was a Junior with a long, powerful torso and lean, strong legs. I am not kidding you, reader; he looked like a superhero from one of those popular movies with his washboard abs. The tiny shorts that the guys wore made it clear that he also had other physical endowments that could be fun. Matt and I had a flirtatious and taunting relationship. It had never gone anywhere, but how I wished it had.

I tell you all of this to set the stage for my dive at the end of the evening. The pool was closed for all but the swim team, but it was far from empty. My mind was set on perfecting the dive I almost tried last night. It was a far more technical than anything I had ever landed in competition, but I had some success with it in practice. As I jumped off the high platform and started my rotations, I don’t know how I made her out as everything in my perception twisted and turned. My mind was etched with the image of Candice as she snuck into the pool area. I knew I was in trouble, and there was nothing I could do about it now. Whatever she had planned was already in motion.

Candice — Reflecting on that same time

Before you listen to my perfect friend and all her excuses for two years ago, I think you should know my side of things. Yes, both of us were to blame for the escalation of the prank war, but I will tell you that she started the whole thing. If she hadn’t pushed my chair away as I sat down, causing me to fall on my Ass in front of all our track teammates all those years ago, none of this would have ever happened. I play to win at anything I do, so I would make sure she tapped out first if it was a prank war against my best friend. All she had to do was acknowledge me as the unquestioned winner, and it would be over.

She probably let her guard down a little after last year, but a car filled to the brim with biodegradable packing peanuts was not on the same level as what she had done. Having a friend whose family owned a packing store came in handy at the time. Seeing her get reminded of that prank every time the defroster was turned on, and flecks of cornstarch dusted the dark interior was nice, but that did not measure up to what she had done. I just hadn’t been able to develop an adequate idea last year.

I didn’t plan for her to be diving in front of both the men’s and women’s teams when my prank landed. The day after a meet, they always had light, unofficial practice with just the other girls on the dive team and no coaches. My joke should have just been with a small group of girls that already knew her well. Then again, Leia never planned for her joke to involve the entire baseball team two years ago. Maybe this was more of an appropriate recompense for that.

I should really go over what happened back then; I am sure she tried to explain it away or plead innocence to you. Yes, it was how Luke and I finally got together, and for that, I would be forever grateful, but that does not excuse her behavior. If I let her get away with it, she would win, and I can’t have that.

Her prank landed so hard due to a perfect storm of circumstances. We lived in a rental house with a couple of other girls; it was a four-bedroom, three-bath. One of the older girls had occupied the bathroom closest to my room getting ready for a date, and the Shower was broken in the other nearby. Maintenance always seemed to be a little slow repairing things in the rental. After my workout, I put on my robe and walked to the open working Shower across the house. I probably was hoping that Leia had gotten her tricks out of the way in the morning. I should have known better.

I will admit, my Love of long, Hot soapy showers probably left me vulnerable. Especially since I tended to blast hip hop while I showered. Sometime during my fifteen minutes to myself, a certain someone snuck in and extracted my towel and robe. That little weasel had already emptied the linen closet and under the sink earlier, and I did not notice. After my Shower, my cell phone was the only thing I had to cover up with. Reader, I know I can hear you saying, ‘what about a Shower curtain?’ The Shower had sliding glass doors, not a Shower curtain.

That should have been a paltry joke. How embarrassed could I have been to walk by my roommates in my altogether? I didn’t plan on the baseball team hanging out in the living room and kitchen when I made my flight to my room and safety. After that, they all knew I was not a natural blonde and that I just had a landing strip of brunette over my va-jay-jay. More than that, the bitch had locked all the doors to the bedrooms. I was in a panic when the bathroom door opened, and out stepped my crush. In my haste, I ran smack into him. Believe me, that was not how I expected him to feel me up the first time. It wasn’t his fault; his hands just happened to be at the perfect height as he left the bathroom.

It took him a moment to shake off the stupor as he was just as surprised as I was. He apologized profusely, then pulled off his shirt without taking a moment to think and handed it to me. It was my turn to stare at his perfect upper body. He was tanned and muscled everywhere I laid my eyes. How many other guys would give you the literal shirt off their back? He also ignored the whoops and hollers coming from the front room and only concentrated on helping me. Luke then went right to work jimmying open the lock to my room. I was able to get to safety in no time.

Luke deserved a reward for helping me out and not just leering and hooting with the rest of the team. I yanked him into my room with me to thank him appropriately. A kiss seemed to be just what his chivalrous behavior demanded. Once our lips met, me on my tiptoes to reach his tall, goatee adorned face, a dam burst. I had been lusting after him for almost as long as I had noticed boys. He was the perfect, tall, lean, robust specimen.

One kiss merged into another; pent-up passion exploded like a spring under too much tension. Within moments, I was on top of him on my bed. We may have spent twenty minutes making out, oblivious to the impromptu party that was raging in my house. When a knock came on my door a little later, I tried to ignore it, but it was insistent.

“Candice?” Leia’s voice came through the door. “I know you’re angry. Don’t hide in your room all night, please?” Her voice was sincere and pleading. I left Luke sprawled on my bed and went over to crack open the door, still just wearing his long T-shirt like a dress.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m pissed…” I started to say.

“I had no idea that Brianna invited over the whole damn team. I know I went too far; I’m sorry.” She hastily interrupted me.

“I am just going to have to get you back later.” She was right, I was pissed, but something else had me distracted.

“April Fool’s?” Leia said with hesitation. It had to be invoked even when something went wrong. Over the years, we have developed a lot of strange rituals that need to be followed, reader.

“There will be a reckoning.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “This isn’t over.” I meant it; there was no way I would ever concede defeat, not to Leia.

“I know, and I deserve it, but don’t hide in here all night. There’s a party going on. Steve brought your favorite hard seltzer.” She tried to tempt me from my solitude. Steve was the team’s shortstop and not a bad-looking fella. He had been pursuing me for a little while. We had hooked up a couple of times, but there was nothing there other than fun. I should have already let him down easy, but I liked the attention.

“I am not hiding.” I declared boldly. “Your brother is about to get very lucky.”

“Luke’s here? I thought he went home to study.” She stared at me incredulously like my declaration was in jest.

“This is his shirt. He rescued me from your little joke.” I said without a shred of mirth. I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did next, but I shed my shirt without closing the small gap in the door. I held it up to Leia like she would instantly know whose it was just by looking at it. The fact that I had been grinding on Luke’s big cock while we made out probably had a hand in my return to nudity. “He should be getting a condom out of the top drawer of my nightstand right now.” My now fiancé took the hint; I could hear the opening of the drawer and the tearing into packaging.

“Is this your form of an April Fool’s joke?” Leia fidgeted, but her brilliant blue eyes never left my own.

“No, you’ll find my joke soon enough,” I said thoughtfully, even though the Porn on her laptop was the biggest thing I had planned that day. She didn’t need to know that; let her be a little jumpy all night. “I would open the door and prove it to you, but Luke is only wearing a condom.”

“April Fool’s?” She questioned. Again, I don’t know what came over me, but I stepped back and yanked the door open. Leia’s eyes bugged out, and she looked away quickly, turning the brightest shade of red. “Holy shit! Finally, you two!” She looked shocked, disgusted, and happy at the same time. My best friend knew I had been pining for her brother for far too long.

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