Night of the Bimbo Sisters

Midnight came and went, and still they fucked, a writhing mass of sweaty flesh slapping and grinding together. Each sigh, each moan, and each orgasm only made the pressure build higher. At 3am, the windows and doors automatically opened, but none of them noticed until dawn, when sunlight fell upon the living room, revealing a scene of total devastation: Trash and rubble littered the living room, broken pictures of a happy family, a picture of Lynn with her baseball bat slung over her shoulder, a smile on her face, a snapshot of Lisa and Lucy sitting on the couch, one three and the other seven. You could not see Lucy’s eyes, but if you looked closely into Lisa’s, you could almost see the psychopath within.

In the kitchen, Luna lie face down, an ax jutting from the crook of her neck. A few feet away, Lynn stared at the ceiling with empty eyes sunken in a bloody face. Her arms and legs were splayed, the fingers of her right hand almost touching Luna’s head, as though in her final moments of life Lynn wanted to touch her beloved sister. Near the couch, Lucy was in a sitting position, bent at the waist, her face buried in the carpet, a revolver clutched loosely in her right hand. A large, jagged exit wound allowed daylight to pour into her ruined cranium. Drops of blood splattered the ceiling. Pieces of brain matter occasionally fell like gloopy rain.

On the couch, a boy and his three sisters did abominable things to each other, sickening things, while family portraits of themselves looked on: Lincoln sitting in a chair, Leni on one side, her hand resting on his shoulder, and Lori on the other, rubbing his hair; Luna and Luan sitting under the shade of a tree in the backyard. Each of the four reached their peak once more, plummeted over, and started again. Lisa miscalculated the effects of the chemical. They were permanent, and would drive the sufferer mad with lust to the point that they didn’t eat, didn’t drink, and didn’t sleep...only fucked.

When the four noticed the light, they stopped and took notice. Lori looked at her brother with a devilish smile. “You know who might like your dick? Ronnie Anne.”

“I’m should Clyde would love your pussy,” he replied.

“Yes he would,” Lori said. “And he is cute...”

The Loud children got up and went forth to spread death and madness.

In their room, Lola and Lana lay together. “You know,” Lola said, “I like you better than Lincoln anyway.”

“Yeah,” Lana said, “I’m pretty sure I’m gay.”

“We can be gay together,” Lola said, winking at her sister.

And they were. Again and again and again and again and...