Night of the Bimbo Sisters

Panting, Lincoln stumbled into the kitchen and went down to his knees. He threw a harried glance over his shoulder, saw that none of his sisters had followed him (yet), and turned around.

Leni was standing over him.

“Hi, Lincy!”

Lincoln screamed and recoiled.

“Lincoln,” Leni said. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She knelt down and touched Lincoln’s face. “I love you.” She leaned in and kissed his neck, and he stiffened. The feeling of her lips was alien, horrible. “I just want to please you,” she said. She was breathing faster now.

“Leni...” Lincoln said miserably, “...stop.”

“I love you so much,” she said, trailing kissing from his neck to the side of his face. “I want to make you cum.” With that, she grabbed his crotch, and he reacted instinctively, bringing the sword around and dropping the hard bottom of the handle on top of Leni’s head. The girl let out a small scream and fell over.

Lincoln got to his feet and started back toward the living room, but Lori and Luan were coming, one on either side of the couch.

“Just put it in,” Luan begged, abject misery on her face. “You don’t even have to hump, just put it in. That’s all I need. I’m so close and it hurts soooo bad.”

“No, me,” Lori said, her voice also tortured. “Just touch it, okay? You don’t even have to put your fingers in...”

The basement door slammed open, and Lynn came out, Lucy behind her. “I’m getting real sick of your shit, Lincoln,” Lynn growled. “Now come here.”

“I’m not going to let you hurt him,” Leni said, throwing her arms around him; he cried out.

“Yeah?” Lynn asked menacingly, coming around the kitchen table. “Fucking stop me.” Leni jerked, and Lincoln watched in horror as a coffee mug smashed against Lynn’s face. She fell back against the counter. “You bitch!” Blood gushed down her face. Lucy trembled.

“He’s mine,” Lori said, coming into the kitchen. Leni dragged him backwards.

“No, he’s mine!”

“Just the tip?” Luan pleaded, holding her hands up as if she were praying to him. “Please? I’m so horny right now.”

Lincoln caught movement from the corner of his eye, and turned just as Lynn buried a kitchen knife into Leni’s arm. Leni screeched and let go. Lincoln threw himself at Luan, stiff-arming her in the face and knocking her aside. “My nose!” she cried.

He was at the top of the stairs when Lola appeared. “Hey, Linc,” she grinned. “wanna play truth or dare?”

Without thinking, Lincoln punched her, then ducked back into his room, where he entered the vent once more.

“You bastard!” Lola screamed. “I was going to suck your dick!”

In the kitchen, Lynn mounted Leni and raised the knife, her teeth bared. “You fucking whore!” She brought it down, aiming at Leni’s face, but the stupid blonde moved at the last minute and the blade dug into the floor. Lynn brought the knife up and down again, and again it hit the floor. She adjusted herself, and her crotch rubbed against Leni’s leg: Long tendrils of delight shot up from her center and sparked in her brain. Her breath caught in her throat and her body turned to jelly. No. Kill her. Stab her fucking head off. Lynn raised the knife one final time, but her hips were gyrating against her sister’s thigh of their own accord. Lynn let go of the knife and it clattered to the floor.

Leni grinned up at her. “Does that feel good?”

Lynn closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. She nodded.

Leni moved her leg, and Lynn gasped. Before Lynn could stop herself, she was pinning her sister’s shoulders to the floor and dry humping her, her breathing ragged and her heart pounding. Leni slipped a hand between her own legs and rubbed. “This is so hot,” she sighed.

In the living room, Lori and Luan spilled onto the couch, Lori on top. “Okay,” the older girl, “you rub me off and I’ll rub you off. Deal?”

Luan, hardly able to breath, nodded. They kissed, and when Lori’s hand slipped up Luan’s skirt, the younger girl jumped. Carefully, Lori pulled down her sister’s panties and peeled them off, throwing them aside. She cupped Luan’s quaking girlhood, and the comedienne laid her head back against the couch, moaning. Lori’s fingers traced the edges of her damp flower, the touch sending electric sparks into Luan’s stomach. When she found Luan’s clit, the younger girl felt herself rushing to her peak. One hard rub, and her hips were bucking. She cried out and grabbed a handful of couch cushion. She rode the orgasm for a long time, total bliss flowing through her.

“Alright,” Lori said huskily, turned on, “me now.”

They changed positions. Lori spread her legs, and Luan touched her sister delicately, her heart skipping a beat. Lori sighed and rolled her head. “Like that,” she purred.

Back in the kitchen, Lynn was falling over the edge of passion, heat spreading through her from her toes to her brain. She watched her sister’s face through narrowed eyes; she too was approaching her climax, her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted. Lynn was barely aware that Lucy was kneeling beside her, lapping the blood from her face like a hungry kitten. She didn’t care. She didn’t care about anything, only the pressure building inside of her, rising and rising until...

It happened. She came and came hard, pausing and trembling as wave after wave of pulsating passion crashed over her. She cried out long and hard, and Leni swept her into her arms, holding her close as she squirmed and writhed. For a long time, she fought to catch her breath, an aftershock occasional making her twitch and giggle. Leni held her head to her breast, stroking her hair. “Was that good?”

“Yes,” Lynn panted, the first pangs of guilt rippling through her stomach. Now that the pressure had been relieved, she was able to think more clearly. Oh, it was starting to build again, but for right now, she was lucid enough to realize that not only had she chopped down her brother’s door with an ax (fully intent on hurting him), but that she had also stabbed her sister in the arm and then...had sex with her.

Disgusted with herself, Lynn pulled away and got to her feet. Lucy, on her knees, her mouth covered in blood, reached for her, but Lynn pushed her away and walked dazedly into the living room where Lori was lying on the couch panting, her legs spread. Luan was lying face down on the floor, sobbing. She, too, was thinking more clearly, and was appalled at what she had done, and what she still wanted to do.

Lynn sat heavily on the couch next to Lori, who drew herself into a sitting position and crossed her arms, seeming to have found a measure of shame. Leni came in, rubbing her arm. Lynn glanced at her. “How is it?”

“It’s okay. How’s your face?”

Lynn rubbed her forehead and looked at her hand. It was covered in blood. She could feel bits of the ceramic mug embedded in her flesh. “I’ve had worse,” Lynn said, gulping as the pressure began to steadily rise once more. She closed her eyes and bent, wrapping her arms around her chest. Please, not again, not again, not again...

Luan rolled onto her side. She was crying now for a different reason. “He’s running away because of you.”

Lynn opened her eyes and fixed them on her older sister. Luan was glaring at her, her cheeks red and her eyes shimmering with tears.

“You’re, like, totes scaring him,” Leni agreed.

“Shut up,” Lynn said flatly.

“Yeah, little sis,” Lori added, “you’re freaking him out.”

“Shut up,” Lynn said with a little more force.

“You’re the reason we’re not getting laid,” Luan spat.

Flashing, Lynn kicked her sister in the chest. “Shut the fuck up, you stupid skank!” She got to her feet and wheeled toward Lori, who cringed. “He doesn’t want you because your pussy’s nasty and used up.” She turned to Leni, who shrank back. “And he doesn’t want you because you’re a fucking retard.”

Huffing, Lynn stormed to the bottom of the stairs. “You fucking dykes can stay here and scissor all you want, I’m going after our brother.”

“Me too,” Lucy said.

“Me three,” Luan said, getting to her feet.

Lori and Leni got wordlessly up.

“Alright,” Lynn said, and led her troops up the stairs.

In her room, Lisa shoved a handful of popcorn into her mouth and leaned closer to the screen. “This is more entertaining than I ever imagined,” she said. Lilly’s head lolled against her chest. She had been asleep for some time. “I knew Lynn would become more aggressive, but not like this.”

She got up, laid her sister in her crib (kissing her on her forehead), and returned to the monitors. She was enjoying this immensely.