Boobs, Bathtubs, and Sisterly Bonds

The Mini Skirt Mafia was less of a true mafia and more of an elite, fashion-obsessed clique that ruled the school halls with their perfectly manicured nails and razor-sharp wit. These girls didn't need weapons to destroy someone's self-esteem—they could do it with just one look, their judgemental glares sharper than the harshest insult, with their trade.

Bibi and Vee, two sisters in the group, embodied their signature style—short skirts, thigh-high socks, crop tops, and an unwavering dedication to looking effortlessly flawless. Their beauty was always on point, their hair never out of place, and their presence radiated an intimidating confidence that made it impossible to ignore them. They were more than just sisters—they were a dynamic duo, the very definition of sisterly perfection.

"So, what else do you pad your bra with?" Bibi asked, arching an eyebrow casually, her voice carrying that familiar tone only a sister could have.

Vee shrugged with a chuckle. "When I actually wear one, which isn't very often, I stuff it with pancakes…" (She was hoping she wasn't going to ask 'with syrup'.)

"You already have pancake boobs... they look like little bee stings!" Bibi teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief—the kind of teasing only a sister could get away with.

Rolling her eyes dramatically, Vee crossed her arms. "I'll sting you in a minute!!"

Bibi laughed, crossing her arms with a smug grin. "When you always insist on taking a bath with me, of course I'm going to notice your boobs!"

Groaning, Vee dramatically flopped back against the couch. "Oh my god, Bibi, you act like it was some weird obsession! It is just convenient! It saves water! The bathtub is huge; I might drown or something… and also… I hate being in there alone."

Bibi raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Convenient? You practically dragged me in half the time." Smirking, she tilted her head. "Not that I'm complaining. I did enjoy making you wash my back. You were basically my personal spa attendant."

Vee rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her amused smile. "Just because we're adults now doesn't mean we should stop bathing together. I like that it keeps us close as sisters."

Snorting, Bibi nudged her playfully. "Closer? Or do you just like the free labour? Admit it, you just liked having someone scrub your hair so you didn't have to do all the work."

Vee gasped, clutching her chest in mock offence. "How dare you! I would never exploit my dear sister for hair-washing purposes."

Bibi smirked. "I agree! And you got to wash my boobs so you could feel what big boobs feel like..." Cupping her chest dramatically, she wiggled her eyebrows.

Vee's face twisted in exaggerated disgust. "Ugh, shut up! I wasn't paying attention to your dumb boobs!" She paused for a second, then narrowed her eyes. "Although... I do remember one time when I accidentally elbowed you, and you acted like I'd shattered a rib."

Huffing, Bibi crossed her arms. "That was a traumatic experience! My poor boob took a direct hit! It deserved an apology, at least."

Vee let out a loud laugh. "Oh yeah? Should I have written it a letter? 'Dear Bibi's boob, I deeply regret the pain I have caused you in the bathtub. Please accept my sincerest apologies.'"

Bibi nodded solemnly. "That would have been appropriate." Then she grinned. "But let's be real, my boobs are majestic. I don't blame you for being jealous."

Vee's eyes widened, and she swatted Bibi's arm. "Hey!! At least my boobs won't get all saggy when I reach 30 or so."

Bibi gasped in mock offence, placing a hand over her heart. "They won't if I stay in shape and keep up with my nude yoga."

Snorting, Vee covered her mouth. "That yoga's a riot, though. I can't even believe there are YouTube tutorials for it! You can find anything on there—like those wild nude body painting videos, where they turn their whole body into art, or those glitter boob ones where they cover themselves in sparkles like some kind of weird art project!"

Bibi chuckled, then suddenly smirked, snickering as she thought about pancakes again after glancing down at her chest. "Remember that Marissa girl and Jezabelle who tried to stuff their swimsuits with pancakes? All of them came tumbling out and made a mess of the swimming pool. They didn't even think about how they'd deteriorate once they got wet. Do you think Marissa and Jezabelle ever recovered from their pancake swimsuit disaster?"

Vee burst out laughing. "Doubt it. That was legendary."

Shaking her head, she laughed. "Silly girls..." Giving her sister a playful nudge back, the kind of rough affection only siblings understand.

Bibi's grin widened. "Sometimes, I stick a water balloon in my butt area, but I always forget not to sit down, and then it looks like I peed myself. The guys get all jealous and wish they were under my chair when it happens."

Vee burst out laughing, shaking her head. "I can see why… a little pancake ass you've got there... hahaha, not as plump as mine!" There was no malice in her voice—just the easygoing, effortless teasing of sisters who knew each other too well.

"Only because you eat so much!!" Bibi shot back with a laugh.

Vee gasped dramatically, placing a hand on her chest. "Excuse me?? My body is a temple, Bibi. A well-fed, curvaceous temple." She struck a ridiculous pose, flipping her hair back.

Bibi snorted. "A temple dedicated to junk food and impulsive snacking."

Vee pulled a sock from her bra and sniffed it. "I started stuffing my bra with this random sock I found," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "I just loooove how it smells."

Bibi's face scrunched up in confusion. "Wait... why do you even have a sock in there??"

Vee shrugged. "I dunno. Extra padding. Emergency weapon. Emotional support sock. The possibilities are endless."

Wrinkling her nose, Bibi leaned in for a sniff. "This sock actually smells kinda nice..." she giggled.

Both of them cracked up, and in a fit of absurdity, took turns sticking their tongues inside it. It was weird—but in that inexplicable way only sisters could get away with.

"This crusty white stuff tastes a bit like the topping you get on Pop-Tarts."

"It does a little... this taste is kinda addictive."

Narrowing her eyes, Bibi suddenly frowned. "Wait. Where did you even find this sock?"

Blinking, Vee hesitated. "Uh. Found it randomly on the floor at the Academy."

A horrified shriek tore through the room. "YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE!! THAT COULD BELONG TO LITERALLY ANYONE!!"

Cackling, Vee wiped her tongue on her sleeve. "Too late. We've already bonded with it."

Deadpan silence followed. "I hope it haunts you in your sleep."

A smirk tugged at Vee's lips. "Joke's on you. If I see it in my dreams, I'll just start licking it again."

Groaning, Bibi buried her face in her hands. "This is why we're not allowed in public unsupervised."

Vee snatched up the sock and, without a second thought, stuffed it back inside her bra, adjusting it like it was some prized padding. "Perfect fit," she declared, giving her chest an exaggerated fluff.

Chad stood with Bishop, inspecting the girls from a few feet away as they took turns licking inside the sock—right outside his next class, The Homework Abyss 101. He didn't remember the girls, but he recognised their outfit—a super short miniskirt and cropped top combo—as the signature look of The Mini Skirt Mafia.

He felt a bit worried, thinking to himself, this mafia… has my love sock.

Or, as most would call it—his jizz sock.

He'd wondered where it had gone. Luckily for Chad, Jezabelle and Marissa had emptied his balls somewhat, so at least he wasn't at risk of randomly jizzing with nothing to catch it.

His real concern, though, was whether the girls would realise it was his sock. But how could they? It's not like his name was written on it or anything.

Then again… there was always a chance they'd identify it by the scent. They were sniffing and licking it pretty heavily, and now it's inside Vee's bra. One of the mafia queenpins.

Vee and Bibi, the two queenpins from the Mini Skirt Mafia, saw Chad staring at them and couldn't help but giggle.

A sexy thought entered Vee's mind, and she couldn't wait to share it, speaking quietly so only her sister could hear. "Imagine us, naked in the bath, him right there between us, his hands trailing over our backs."

Bibi's smile was pure sexual lust. "And our fronts…"

Vee crossed her arms. "He'd be trapped, caught between us—helpless, trying so hard not to look… but we'd make sure he does."

A slow nod followed. "Word is, the elite swim team girls gave him a mighty blowjob."

Vee raised a brow. "And that little scene in the courtyard… where all those girls were about to strip for him?"

Bibi brushed a hand through her hair. "I heard he let some bunny girls and a few other girls spit on his junk and give it a really good look."

Twirling a strand of hair, Vee's smirk deepened. "Chad's spent so much time with his head in the clouds, ignoring all the girls here… But now? He seems like he's finally loosening up. We just need to get his attention, and who knows? Maybe we'll get to play too."

Bibi glanced over at her sister. "I heard he's got a waifu he's obsessed with."

Vee rolled her eyes dramatically, the corners of her lips curling into a playful smirk. "Guess we'll just have to out-sexier his little waifu, then, sis. No big deal, right?"

Excitement sparkled in Bibi's eyes, her grin spreading into something mischievous and unstoppable. "Oh, all we have to do is be utterly irresistible.

Vee leaned in closer, her expression turning devilishly confident. "Oh, don't worry. I know EXACTLY how to make that happen. We'll have him wrapped around our fingers in no time."