Just testing the water. Let me know what you think.
Word of Deb and Wendy's upcoming trib fight quickly spread throughout the neighborhood, igniting intense excitement and anticipation. Within days, the backyard showdown became the primary topic of conversation among kids and moms alike.
Jackie and Nancy overheard their daughters' plans, exchanging amused but proud glances. Jackie chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Seems like our girls inherited more than just our looks."
Nancy smirked playfully. "And maybe our competitive streaks too. Wendy seems determined to even things up after our last family matchup."
Lauren chimed in teasingly, "I don't suppose these two can even have a proper bush vs. bush comparison."
Nearby, Jill laughed softly, while Jackie rolled her eyes playfully. "Give them a few years, Lauren. They’ll get there."
Meanwhile, Deb and Wendy became the center of neighborhood buzz. Their friends peppered them with eager questions, speculations running wild about who would quake first. Both girls kept up appearances, projecting confidence while privately wondering how the match would truly unfold.
Emma couldn't help stirring the pot. "So, Wendy, you sure you won't quake first? I've seen Deb training—she's got serious moves."
Wendy raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance. "Training is one thing. Facing the real challenge is another. She'll find out soon enough."
Deb, hearing the exchange, grinned boldly. "Trust me, Emma. Wendy's confidence is cute, but it won't last long when we're trib-to-trib."
The moms watched these playful taunts unfold, recognizing familiar psychological tactics they'd once employed themselves. Jackie leaned toward Nancy with a knowing smile. "Feels like watching our younger selves all over again."
Nancy laughed quietly, eyes sparkling. "I just hope Wendy’s ready to face Deb’s determination."
Nearby, Jill and Vicky exchanged thoughtful looks, openly speculating about the outcome. Jill murmured softly, "Deb has strength and strategy, but Wendy's always been scrappy—this could go either way."
Vicky nodded thoughtfully. "Agreed. It'll all come down to who can hold out under pressure. This fight could easily set the tone for their entire generation."
The mothers also discussed the new rules thoroughly, emphasizing the importance of fighting without panties, the direct trib-to-trib matchup, and the decisive face-sit finish, known as the Victory Seat, or "Queening." Pearl, overhearing the discussion, reminded everyone of the new standard. "Remember, ladies, the winner earns the ultimate satisfaction, so let's see who can truly handle it."
As the weekend approached, anticipation reached fever pitch. Both families prepared the backyard exactly as before, creating an atmosphere charged with history, rivalry, and high stakes. Friends and neighbors eagerly accepted invitations, ready to witness the new generation stake their claims in the growing neighborhood legend.
Finally, the day of the match arrived, sun shining bright, excitement palpable in the air. Deb and Wendy stepped forward into the circle of their peers, each girl radiating confidence and determination. Locking eyes, they both knew: the legacy of their mothers had set the bar high, and now it was their turn to fight for dominance, pride, and the right to deliver the ultimate, decisive finish under the intense new rules.
Facing each other directly, Deb and Wendy took a synchronized, bold step forward. With their eyes still locked defiantly, they slowly hooked their fingers into the waistbands of their panties. The backyard fell silent, anticipation peaking as the girls confidently slid their panties down their legs, stepping out of them carefully. The gathered crowd watched intently, captivated by this powerful moment of commitment.
Deb, smiling with a touch of playful boldness, scooped up her panties and tossed them confidently toward her brother Mike. Mike caught them instinctively, eyes widening as his sister winked at him, clearly enjoying the moment.
Not to be outdone, Wendy swiftly followed suit, picking up her panties and tossing them boldly to her brother Johnny. Johnny caught them with an amused yet slightly embarrassed grin, clearly both surprised and proud of Wendy’s defiant gesture.
Without hesitation, Deb and Wendy moved swiftly, meeting in the center of the yard. Immediately, they locked arms, struggling fiercely for control. Their friends cheered loudly, fueling the intense rivalry. Wendy, determined to prove herself, pushed hard, forcing Deb to step back momentarily. But Deb, drawing from her intense training, quickly recovered, countering Wendy’s move with an unexpected twist that put Wendy briefly off balance.
Their struggle escalated quickly into an intense, ground-based duel, with both girls fighting to achieve the critical trib-to-trib advantage. Cheers rose higher as their friends and families watched eagerly, aware of the stakes and legacy riding on this match. Back and forth they battled, determination etched deeply into their faces, neither willing to be the first to quake or yield.
Eventually, after a grueling and evenly matched contest, Deb seized a decisive opening, positioning herself expertly for the final Victory Seat. Wendy fought valiantly, but Deb’s superior strategy and determination proved decisive. With Wendy finally quaking beneath her, Deb claimed victory.
Deb positioned herself perfectly above Wendy, confidently settling into the act of Queening. As she eased herself downward, Wendy gasped, momentarily struggling before fully accepting Deb's complete dominance. Deb's posture straightened with pride as she firmly asserted control, prolonging the moment, allowing herself to savor every second. She maintained the Queening hold, enjoying her victory until the intense sensations overcame her, culminating in her own powerful quake. Only then did Deb rise triumphantly, earning cheers and applause from the gathered spectators and solidifying her reputation as the next-generation champion.
