Vibe Check Champion (Introduction + Chapter 1)

This story was inspired by /u/SacredPotential's post from a few days ago [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/ojtfos/story_idea_for_any_talented_writer/).

I only wrote Chapter 1 so far, so I'm open for any and all ideas and input.

Enjoy. :)

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## Vibe Check Champion by DArchivist

### Introduction

I could still hear the slap bouncing off the walls as my sister screamed.

“Vibe check!” I burst into laughter as she hopped up and down on one foot.

“You fucking jerk!” Trista rubbed her butt as she stood in the hallway. “How many times do I have to tell you? It’s not funny!”

“Of course it’s not funny,” I said between chuckles. “It’s hilarious!”

Trista lifted her towel and inspected herself. “Look at it! It’s beet red!”

“How do you think my hand feels?” I shook it in her face. “Your ass hit my hand at a hundred miles per hour!”

She slapped my hand away. “Bobby, your stupid vibe checks need to stop right now!”

“What are you going to make me do?” I turned around and tapped my butt a few times. “You’re just a weak, little—”

“Mom!” She pulled down her towel and leaned towards the stairs. “Mom! He did it again!”

“Boys will be boys.” Mom poked her head out from the kitchen. “He’ll eventually grow out of it.”

Trista spun around with a disgusted look, shoved me out of the way, and slammed her bedroom door in my face.

I danced my way down the stairs as I scrunched my hand a few times. It was pulsing red—felt like victory, but definitely needed some ice.

“Mom,” I said as I squeezed my way into the kitchen, “you should’ve seen her face! I got her *so* good!”

“You really should stop, Bobby.” Mom walked back into the kitchen and opened the freezer. “She’s going to get you back twice as bad one day.”

I unleashed the loudest laugh I could as I rubbed the ice back and forth across my hand.

“You shouldn’t laugh,” Mom said. “Haven’t you ever heard of ‘an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth’?”

“She wouldn’t dare,” I said. “Her hand would be broken if she tried to hit me with double the power.”

“No, silly.” Mom patted my head. “If you hit her once, she gets to kick you twice.”

“Then I’ll just have to hit her so hard, she couldn’t even budge!”

Mom shook her head as she let out a sigh, then continued prepping dinner. “Can you be a dear and set the table?”

I took a look at my hand after setting the table. It still hurt like hell, but that crimson handprint I left must be hurting twice as bad! Luckily, my other hand didn’t hurt at all.

“Can you call your sister?” Mom’s tongue poked out as she leaned into the sink and scrubbed a few stubborn dishes clean. “Tell her food’s almost ready.”

“Sure thing, Mom.” I looked down at my good hand, then stared back at Mom, then back at my hand. “I’ll go tell her right now…”

Mom was fully focused on her suds, so she probably didn’t even hear me respond. She leaned a little further into the sink as the sponge scraped, scraped, scraped along the edges.

I tiptoed a little closer, raised my good hand, and swung it a thousand miles per hour.

“Vibe check!”

Mom’s screams reverberated up the stairs as I ran as fast as I could towards Trista’s room.

There’s no way they could win against me—I’m the vibe check champion!

### Chapter 1

Both of them leaned to one side as we ate dinner. They took turns gingerly testing the seat cushion, wincing, then raising back up onto one buttcheek.

I laughed as I lifted my freezing cold glass of ice water—extra cubes.

“You two will be stinging for a week! Those vibe checks were perfect!”

Trista shoveled more food in her mouth as I grabbed my glass with both hands.

“Cat got your tongue?” I took another sip, savoring every moment of this. “Maybe next time you won’t take such a long shower. I told you I needed to use the bathroom, but you didn’t listen.”

Mom shifted slightly and grimaced. She adjusted the ice pack on her chair, then leaned over even further.

“Look at the Leaning Tower of Mom over there!” I snickered as I rubbed the glass a little longer. “What? That name’s no good?”

Trista grunted.

“I think I should call that famous move… The Leaning Hander of Red!”

Mom awkwardly shifted.

“The Red Tower?”

No response.

“The Ol’ Red Leg That’ll Have You Walkin’ Like A Peg Leg?”

Trista dropped her fork against her plate. “If you don’t shut up right this instant, I’m giving you a wedgie sandwich!”

Mom snickered.

“Mom,” I said, “you’re going to let her talk to me that way? I can’t believe my ears!”

“Well,” Mom said, leaning further to one side, “after what you did to us, a wedgie might be proper punishment.”

“No way, no how!” I picked up my glass and shook it in their direction. “If you try to pull that on me, I’ll make you both twice as red!”

Mom chuckled slightly. “Speaking of twice, I think you owe your sister something.”

“What do you mean?” Trista took a sip of water. “He owes me an apology?”

“Two kicks!”

Both of us spit water across the table at the same time.

“Nope!” I launched up, wiping my mouth with my napkin. “No way, no how!”

Mom laughed as I scrambled towards the sink. “I told him: ‘A tooth for a tooth!’ He hits you once, I’ll let you kick him twice!”

Trista’s grin couldn’t get any larger as I scraped my dishes into the trash, then put them in the sink.

“A tooth for a tooth, eh?” Trista leaned a little further, rubbing her buttcheek, then rested back on her ice pack. “And I won’t get in trouble?”

“Nope!” Mom smirked. “Two kicks, wherever you want!”

“Does it have to be a kick?” Trista’s eyes grew a little more. “Or can it be a slap?”

“Hmmm…” Mom leaned a little further, almost falling onto the floor. “What do you think will be better?”

“None!” I marched straight for the door when Mom’s arm shot out and blocked me.

“Where do you think you’re going, young man?”

“My room,” I said, pressing against her arm. “No way am I staying here and listening to this crap!”

“Nobody leaves the dinner table until everyone’s plates are done!”

“Yeah, you know the rules.” Trista sat straight up. “And I still need those hits!”

I glared at her, then back down at the arm, then back at her. Trista was all smiles, wasn’t even wincing anymore.

“So take a seat.” She scooped herself a few more chicken nuggets. “I think we’re going to be here for a while.”

Mom guided me back into the kitchen as she handed me her empty glass. “And while you’re up, be a dear and get me a refill.”

I didn’t move, just stared.

“Since I get two free hits, can I order him around too?” Trista pushed her glass towards me. “Get me a refill!”

“You didn’t say the magic word!” I ripped her glass off the table.

“Please!” they both sang in unison.

Trudging my way over to the fridge with both hands full, I had to think of a super prank. Maybe I could open the freezer and drop ice down her shirt, or *accidentally* trip and spill water on her pants. Then she’d have to take another shower and I could ambush her in the hallway again. This time, I’d make her other cheek burn like the sun. Then I’d call her Redbutt the Pirate all week. The gears continued turning as I handed both their glasses back.

I dragged my chair out, then plopped down. “Can I leave early?”

“No.” Mom took another bite.

“Now?”

“You didn’t say the magic word.”

“Please?”

“No!” Trista burst into laughter. “Didn’t you hear her the first time? We need to finish *all* this wonderful food she cooked for us today!”

Mom sat up and beamed. Even she was acting like she didn’t have a giant red handprint anymore.

I leaned my head as far back as it could go, then sighed into the ceiling. This was torture. Pure torture.

Mom patted my arm. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before you vibe check us.”

“But vibe checks are hilarious.” I looked across the table. “Her towel almost flew right off her head!”

“And I almost fell into the sink! My shirt’s *still* wet!”

I laughed like I never laughed before. “And your high-pitched scream. Hysterical!”

“What’s hysterical is your butt about to be slapped.” Mom chuckled as she placed her ice pack on the table. “I think you’ll be needing this in a moment.”

“He’ll need a lot more than that.” Trista laughed as she kicked me under the table.

I angrily stared at her foot, then kicked her back twice as hard.

Her face didn’t even budge, but she smiled even more. “So, how’s this going to work? After dinner, we just make him stand in front of the couch?”

“Yeah, right in front of the TV!” Mom clapped. “We can make a funny show out of it!”

I banged the table as I stood up. “I’m not doing it! No way, no—”

“Of course you are, honey.” Mom giggled as she ate her last bite of food. “Because if you don’t, you’ll be doing dishes for two weeks!”

“And my laundry too!” Trista smirked even more.

“And then I’ll have to give Aunt Sally a call, tell her Bobby broke the law—Mom’s Law!” They both laughed as Mom nudged her empty plate towards me. “So, can you please put that in the sink for me?”

I crossed my arms and just stared daggers across the table as Trista playfully swung her legs back and forth, purposefully knocking her feet into my legs. Oh, was Redbutt going to get it after dinner.

“Almost done!” Trista ate one final nugget, then placed her plate on top of Mom’s. “Need a refill too! Then it’s action time!”

I ripped the plates off the table, dropped them off in the sink and washed my hands, then made a beeline for the freezer. I snuck a few cubes into my hand, then filled up her glass to the tippy-tippy top—it couldn’t hold one more drop.

I smirked as I stared completely at the rim, zoning everything out as I slowly turned around like a penguin and waddled my way back towards the table. Not a single drop could go to waste in this hilarious prank!

By the time I looked up, all I could see was Mom’s smiling face.

“Vibe check!”

My stomach turned to knots as water flew into my shirt, legs buckling as I fell facedown onto the floor. Next thing I knew, Trista jammed her foot on my butt, trying to yank her hand out from between my legs.

“Oh my goodness, honey.” Mom leaped out of her chair and ran over. “You were supposed to slap his butt, not his nuggets!”

I groaned into the floor as my butt got squished further.

“You said I could hit anywhere!” Trista yanked her hand out, then laughed as she ground her foot down. “Vibe check champion!”

Mom rolled me over, but I involuntarily curled back into the floor as she shoved her warm ice pack on my crotch. Never felt so much pain and embarrassment in my entire life.

Mom laid my head in her lap. “Eww, the front of your shirt’s all wet.”

“At least now you’re even!” They both gave a little chuckle as Trista pressed her foot down harder. “So, am I still not in trouble?”

Mom slapped Trista’s leg as I groaned. “Get off of him, he’s hurt enough already.”

“Fine, fine.” Trista used my butt as a step as she walked towards the door. “I was only holding the ice on his nuggets, but if you don’t want my help, I’ll be upstairs taking another shower.”

Mom continued rubbing my hair on her lap as she let out a little laugh. “You did splash a lot of water on her when the glass flew in the air. Did you hear her scream? It was pretty funny.”

I buried my cheek into her lap and pressed against the ice pack harder.

“But you’ve got to admit, she got you real good.” Mom squeezed my cheeks. “Your face was absolutely priceless! The view from my seat was absolutely perfect. I should’ve had the camera.”

Mom patted my back a few times, then gently laid my cheek onto the floor as she slid back.

“There’s water absolutely everywhere around us.” Mom stood up and placed the glass in the sink. “I’m going to go upstairs and grab the towels. Is that okay if I…”

I groaned into the floor as mom stepped with both feet on my back as she headed for the doorway.

“Didn’t want to get my socks wet. And your back was the only dry spot.” Mom giggled as she turned the corner. “Wait until Aunt Sally hears about this… she won’t believe it.”

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[Link to next chapter](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/orsrxr/vibe_check_champion_chapter_2/)