Vibe Check Champion (Chapter 5)
[Link to previous chapter](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/p5q1bs/vibe_check_champion_chapter_4/)
**Author’s Note:** This chapter doesn’t have ballbusting in it, but it’s prepping for next chapter’s hits. :)
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## Chapter 5
I was baking in a sweaty hotbox, and even though I stripped down to my underwear in the middle of the night, my balls were still melting. Kicking a foot out from my sleeping bag to cool off, I was reminded why I sealed myself in. The pungent stench of cheesy onions blasted me right in the face, then the hot swampy air permeated my entire bag.
All I wanted to do was sleep in for a few hours, but Aunt Sally’s alarm woke me up in the middle of the night—according to her, there’s no better time to work out than before sunrise. It didn’t help that she accidentally kicked me awake a few times as she got dressed in the darkness. Maybe if she woke up like a normal person, she would’ve been able to see!
I buried my face in my pillow, breathed in a few breaths of slightly less putrid air, then whipped open my sleeping bag. The opening of Aunt Sally’s boots were staring me right in the face, so I pinched my nose and reached for the deodorizer hidden under my bed. I poured it everywhere, my sleeping bag, my carpet, even the carpet *under* my bed. I didn’t dare touch Aunt Sally’s boots, for fear of what she’d do to me, but I did pour in a few sprinkles, hoping it would at least cancel out some of the smell. They were so bad, I could *taste* them in the air.
Whipping open my drawer, I grabbed my pre-prepped pile of clothes, then quickly shut it before everything in there got stained. Still holding my breath, I marched my way out of my room, straight down the hallway towards the—
I stared at the closed bathroom door, then looked at Trista’s open door, then back at the bathroom. It could only mean one thing—Trista. My wonderful sister must be in there taking her sweet old time, sucking up all the water, the soap, the fresh air, the smell of clean.
I scrunched my fist around my clothes as I made my way downstairs. If I couldn’t have a shower, at least I could have breakfast. Maybe the smell of yummy cinnamon apples and coffee would drown out the coating of Aunt Sally’s boot-sweat in my nostrils.
Breakfast was actually quite pleasant. Mom and Aunt Sally must’ve been out shopping, because nobody else came down by the time I finished.
… Which meant I had plenty of time to teach Redbutt what happens to people who hog up the shower.
I smirked as I snuck my way up the stairs on all fours and peeked. The bathroom door was still closed, she probably thought I wouldn’t be up for a few more hours.
Now I just needed to lay my trap.
I snuck into Mom’s room, dug in the hamper, and picked out one of Trista’s nastiest socks—it was supposed to be yellow, but she’s had them so long, they were faded out and permanently gray on the bottom.
Pinching my nose, I dropped the sock in the middle of the hallway, then ran into Mom’s room and backed myself up against the wall. The second she bends down to pick it up… slam! Perfect plan!
The bathroom door opened. I pressed myself flatter against the wall, waiting for the sound of footsteps as I ratcheted my hand back, gathered up the power, then waited for the first, the second, the…
I leaped out and swung a thousand miles per hour. “Vibe check!”
“Son of a bitch!”
I dropped my hand, stepping back in horror as Aunt Sally rubbed her ass and slowly rose to her full height.
“What was that noise?” Trista said as she stepped out of her room.
Aunt Sally towered over me with fire in her eyes, then yanked my arm behind my back, slamming me against the wall.
“I thought you were Trista!” I tried to get away, but she pulled my arm higher. “I swear I didn’t mean to!”
Aunt Sally kicked my legs apart. “What did I say about breaking the law?”
Trista took a few steps closer. “Crime doesn’t pay!”
“That’s right,” Aunt Sally said. “Trista here has been listening to me all these years. Clearly you haven’t.”
“But I didn’t break a law, I just meant to—” I screamed as she spread my legs further.
“Trista, do you want to learn a new move?”
“Twisting his arm behind the back?” Trista asked.
“Even better.” Aunt Sally dragged me towards the steps. “Grab the nastiest thing you can find, then meet us downstairs.”
Aunt Sally tossed me on the carpet near the couch, then sat on my back the instant I tried to scramble away. She yanked my head up, placed her upturned soles in front of me, and shoved my nose directly in there.
“Smell!”
It was even worse than my room. My eyes instantly burst into water.
“Me and Trista were out running all morning, exercising, not being a lazy little shit like you.”
She pulled my head up for a breath, then pushed me back down, scraping my nose against her toes.
“We ran 5 miles this morning *and* we saw the beautiful sunrise.” She pulled me back up. “What did you do? Nothing, besides slap my—”
“I got them!” Trista leaped down the steps while pinching her nose. She had both of Aunt Sally’s black socks in her hands. “I was trying to find Mom’s favorite green apple socks, she sometimes wears them for a whole week straight, but I couldn’t find them.”
“They’re perfect.” Aunt Sally pulled my head back further, then wiggled her toes. “Just stick them right here.”
I screamed as my entire face was drenched in the worst stench imaginable. Every breath of air stung my lungs, making it harder and harder to breathe.
Trista even stepped on the back of my head for a few seconds. “Don’t vibe check us outside the shower!”
When I was let up, gasping for air, I couldn’t control my tears.
“Please, please,” I said. “I won’t do that again.”
Aunt Sally yanked my head up further. “Where did you learn to vibe check!?”
“You, Aunt Sally! You taught me six years ago.”
“I did?”
“Yes!”
“No wonder you’re so good at it.” Aunt Sally’s grip loosened as her voice got softer. “But don’t do it to me ever again!”
“I won’t! I won’t!”
“Good. Now,” Aunt Sally said, forcing my head to face Trista, “do you know how to make him stop?”
“No, nothing works.” Trista looked down at me and smirked. “But I’d love to.”
“Go and grab your sock from the hallway.”
As Trista ran upstairs, Aunt Sally scooted backwards and grabbed my shoulders, then yanked me back, bending my spine as far as it could go.
“I call this one the Backbreaker!” Aunt Sally said as Trista leaped back down with her yellow sock. “Now give him a big vibe check!”
My ass exploded. Trista must’ve built up six years of rage in that slap, because it felt like my butt went through me and touched the floor.
“And this is the more advanced version.” Aunt Sally grabbed my forehead and bent me back even further. “The Stuffed Piggy!”
Trista smirked as she walked in front of me, twirling her yellow sock between her fingers. “I threw these in the hamper this morning after our run, so they could use a wash. Open wide!”
Aunt Sally bent my head back even further. I kept my mouth shut as tight as I could, but the moment my spine was going to break, I screamed.
“You see?” Aunt Sally dropped me right into her socks. “Now he can’t talk, and we have peace and quiet all weekend!”
“And you’re sure this’ll work? No more vibe checks?” Trista vibe checked me again, then giggled when she heard my muffled whimpers.
“Sure it will. And if it doesn’t…” Aunt Sally rolled me over with her foot and bent down in my face. “If you raise that hand to me ever again, you’ll get it twice as bad.”
Aunt Sally made her way upstairs as Trista leaned down and copied her.
“And if you vibe check me again, I’ll Backbreaker you in front of Mom!”
Trista rolled me over, facedown in Aunt Sally’s socks, then used my head as a step as she headed back to her room.
“And don’t you forget it!”
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[Link to next chapter](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/pheoof/vibe_check_champion_chapter_6/)