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Night of the Bimbo Sisters	By : Flagg1991 Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 11340 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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In the vents, Lincoln lay on his side, trembling, his knees drawn to his chest. Tears flowed from his eyes. He was so terrified that he could barely move. His mind flashed back to the scene in the kitchen, Lynn’s face covered with blood, the knife sinking into the soft flesh of Leni’s arm. That made him cry harder. What was happening to them? Why were his sisters psycho all of a sudden?

Shuddering, he peered out of the vent and into his shattered room. Lola was outside his door, whispering to someone, and Lincoln’s heart seized. He withdrew into the shadows and listened for any further sounds, but didn’t hear anything. In a few moments, however, Lola’s voice drifted closer. “You gonna put that lucky plunger to good use?” she asked seductively.

“Get on Lincoln’s bed and find out,” Lana purred.

Lincoln squeezed his eyes shut and tried to drown out Lola’s gasps as...something happened to her. He didn’t know what, and he wasn’t about to look, but it sounded bad.

“Oh, Lana,” Lola sighed.

He opened his eyes and got to his hands and knees. He had to find a place to hide until this was over.

Just then, he heard Lynn’s voice. “Look, girls, Lana and Lola’s doing it.” Her voice was cruel and mocking.

“I wanna join,” Lori said.

“Like hell you do,” Lynn said. “You’re saving your appetite for meat, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.”

In his room, Lynn stared up at the vent. She turned and grabbed Lucy by the front of her shirt. “Go get in the vents through the bathroom. I’ll go that way.” She nodded toward the vent over Lincoln’s nightstand, then leaned close. “You and I can share him. Fuck these other bitches.”

Lucy nodded.

In the vents, Lincoln wracked his brain for what to do next, then it hit him. Lisa! He hadn’t seen Lisa yet. Maybe she was still okay, and if she was, she could help him with this. He scurried along the duct, counting the vent grates. When he reached Lisa’s, he was surprised to find it covered with a sheet of metal. He banged on it. “Lisa! Help me! Please!”

“I hear his ass!” Lynn’s voice drifted through the duct. Lincoln’s heart leapt, and he banged harder. “Lisa, please!”

Suddenly, the metal sheet gave way and he fell into Lisa’s room, landing on the floor in a heap. Panting, he got to his feet. Lisa was sitting at a bank of computers and looking up at the grate. “That wasn’t supposed to happen either.”

“Lisa!” Lincoln stammered. “Something’s wrong! Our sisters...”

Lincoln’s eyes widened when Lisa pulled a revolver out of her pants and pointed it at him. “...Lisa?”

“I know full well what our sisters are doing,” Lisa said. “And I know why. Now if you want a chance of surviving, get the hell out of my room.” She cocked the gun and Lincoln winced. “The effects should wear off shortly after midnight.” Lisa checked the time on one of the computers. “It’s almost ten now. You have two hours. Can you do it?”

“Lisa...” Lincoln said breathlessly. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I wanted to see what would happen. Why else? Now leave or I’ll blow your guts out.”

Lincoln nodded. “Fine. Okay.”

Using a stack of boxes, he scurried back into the vents, casting one last glanced at his sister. She pointed the gun.

When he was gone, Lisa sighed and sat back in her chair. She pushed a button, but the sliding metal vent cover didn’t move. Lovely. She’d have to make an emergency repair. She would have to wait, though, until the coast was clear.

As if on cue, Lynn’s face appeared, her eyes narrowing. “What are you doing, science bitch?”

Lisa pointed the gun at her. “Move it along.”

Lynn snickered. “That thing’s probably not even real.”

Lisa jerked the gun slightly to the left and pulled the trigger: A hole appeared inches from Lynn’s head, and the athlete-turned-lunatic yelled out.

“Okay! Okay!” She scurried past.

In her crib, Lilly cried.

“See what you made me do?” Lisa cried after her older sister. “If I see your face again I’ll shoot it!”

Tucking the gun back into her pants, she went over to the crib and picked the infant up. “Shhh, it’s okay,” Lisa said, cradling her. “Sister Lisa just had to put the fear of God into a fucking moron.” She looked over her shoulder and bared her teeth.

Luan crossed her arms over her chest and waited for Lynn to come back. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and the thoughts from before were beginning to come back, the thoughts of her beautiful little brother grabbing her arms and squeezing as he thrust into her, the thoughts of taking him in her mouth and teasing his tip with her tongue. She sighed and rubbed her thighs together. “This is hell,” she moaned.

“I know,” Lori said. She was leaning against the wall and fighting to keep a semblance of control. On the bed, Lola and Lana were finished, lying side-by-side out of breath. Lori watched until they were done, her naked lower half quivering. A small part of her realized how disgusting it all was, but a much bigger part of her didn’t care. No, no, a much bigger part of her liked it. She wanted to be dirty. She wanted Lincoln to covered her in oil and whipped cream and chocolate sauce and run his hands up and down her body. She wanted him to grind her face in the dirt as he pushed into her butt. She wanted...God, she wanted this to stop. She turned, drew her head back, and slammed it against the wall. Red pain filled her brain, but for a brief moment, the awful thoughts were gone.

Leni was sitting on the floor amidst the wreckage of Lincoln’s room, a hard plastic Ace Savvy action figure under her. She could feel every ridge and plain of it through her damp underwear, and she slowly moved her hips, pretending it was her little brother beneath her. Oh, the things they could do if only Lynn would stop being crazy. Leni threw her head back and closed her eyes, conjuring fantasies that would have made her hate herself just a few short hours ago. She touched her breasts, imagining it was him. Ooooh, how she wanted to look down into his loving face as he squeezed her chest, his dick filling her...

She shivered and started gyrating faster. She couldn’t stop. She was past the point of no return. She tweaked her nipples and threw her head back, screaming with the power of her orgasm.

Suddenly, she was lying on the ground, staring up into Luan’s crazed eyes. Without speaking, her younger sister shoved her tongue into her mouth. Leni took Luan’s face in her hands and kissed her back, sucking her bottom lip as Luan pulled her head back, a strand of drool connecting their lips.

“You first,” Leni said, pushing her sister back and getting on top of her.

“If you incest,” Luan quipped.

Leni laid her hand on her sister’s chest and ground her crotch against hers. Luan closed her eyes and let out a long, shuddery sigh. When Leni kissed her neck and ran her hand up her leg, Luan shivered. “That’s nice,” she sighed.

“You like it?” Leni asked, trailing kissing down the front of Luan’s shirt.

“Yes...”

When Leni lifted Luan’s skirt, the younger girl giggled: When her sister started to lick her soft, gooey center, she arched her back and cried out.

Losing control, Lori knelt and plunged her tongue into Luan’s mouth. Luan closed her legs against the sides of Leni’s head and thrust her hips. “Fuck, I’m cumming!” she screamed as her body began to shake. Lori got up and sat on Luan’s face. The dank smell and taste of her sister drove Luan’s orgasm further. Lori rolled her hips, and hot liquid flowed over Luan’s face, into her mouth and her nostrils. Lori tumbled over and lay on the floor, panting.

Leni rest her head on Luan’s stomach. “Did that feel good?” she asked.

“Yes,” Luan drew, her voice hitching as faint waves rolled through her. She turned her head. Lola and Lana was kneeling on the bed, watching with wide eyes.

“That was hot,” Lana said.

Lincoln scurried to a juncture of vents and turned left. A white face materialized from the shadows, and terror gripped him. He started to scream, but Lucy clamped her hand over his mouth. “Shhh. I’m not going to hurt you,” she said. “Not like Lynn. I just...I just need a little blood. That’s it. A little blood. If you give it to me I can help you. I can hide you.”

Heart crashing, Lincoln fell back and started scooting away. “Lucy...”

“Just a little bit. It’ll clear my mind. It’ll make the pressure go away. Not for long, but long enough.” She crawled toward her brother. “I’ll just poke your finger.” She reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a thumb tack. “It’s all I need.” She got on top of him and ran her hand along the side of her face. She leaned close to his ear. Her breath was hot against his neck. “Maybe we can have sex, too.”

Coming alive, Lincoln threw her off and got back to his hands and knees. “Lincoln!” Lucy howled.

“You got him?” Lynn’s voice drifted through the vents, and Lincoln’s heart raced. He was hoping the gunshot he’d heard was Lisa shooting her.

“He went that way,” he heard Lucy say. Oh shit. He crawled faster, the metal floor scraping his knees.

“I see him!”

Lincoln turned his head and yelled when he saw Lynn coming forward, Lucy right behind her. He turned back and smacked his head into a hard, unyielding wall. He looked around, his stomach dropping. A dead end! There was no escape.

A wide grin spread across Lynn’s face. “I got you now, Lincoln,” she said.

Suddenly, a loud groan filled the air duct. Lynn’s eyes widened in surprise.

The bottom fell out then, and she and Lucy fell, screaming. Too much weight, Lynn thought as she hit the floor, her wrist snapping. Lucy came down on top of her, and she cried out in pain. The duct groaned, then came crashing through the plaster, landing across Lynn and Lucy’s laps. Lynn screamed and lost consciousness.

For a long time, Lincoln sat where he was, panting. Then he crawled to the edge and looked down. His sisters were pinned beneath a pile of rubble. Ironically, they were lying in the middle of their own room.

Moving quickly, Lincoln jumped down, clearing the wreckage, and darted out into the hall. In his room, Leni’s head was between Luan’s legs, and Lori was sitting on Luan’s face, pinching her nipples. Lana and Lola gawked.

Being quiet, he slipped down the stairs and started through the living room, freezing in place when he heard a long, low moan. He turned, and watched in horror as Luna got to her feet and swayed drunkenly in place, one hand flying to her head. Lincoln’s heart slammed. Not another one!

Luna turned and saw him. “What happened?” she asked, rubbing her forehead. “I feel like a Mac truck hit me.”

“Luna?”

She blinked and looked at him. She must have seen the fear in his face, because she seemed to sober up. “What’s wrong?”

“T-They’re crazy! They’re trying to rape me!”

Luna blinked. “What? Who?”

“Our sisters! They’re sex maniacs!”

Luna shook her head. “What?”

“I hear you, Lincoln!” Lola yelled from the top of the stairs. Lincoln jumped, and Luan spun just as Lola came into view. Her hair was messed and her dress was ripped. Her make-up was smeared and she had only one heel on. A predator’s grin flashed across her face as she stepped into the living room. “Why don’t you want me to suck your dick?” she came forward. “I can do it soooo good. I’ll make you see Jesus.”

“Lola?” Luna drew in surprise.

“Step off, bitch, he’s mine!” She threw herself at Lincoln, but Luna grabbed her by the back of her dress and threw her back.

“Lincy!”

Lincoln turned. Leni, Lori, and Luan were on the stairs, grinning and appraising him like a side of beef. Lori was still naked from the waist down. Luan’s shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the edge of her dark areola. Leni was in her top and underwear.

“What the fuck?” Luna said.

Lori jumped over the bannister and started toward Lincoln. “I’m so wet for you, baby brother. It’s so hot thinking about you...the fact we’re blood makes it even hotter.”

Luna threw herself in-between them. “Back off, Lori.”

Lori smiled. “You want him all to yourself, huh? I’m the oldest, I get first crack.”

Luna shoved Lori down. “Run!”

Lincoln turned and shambled into the kitchen. The door and windows were both blocked. He looked around, and spied the open basement door. “Luna!” he screamed, then ran to it. His older sister was right behind him. And his other sisters were right behind her, wailing and screaming. “Lincoln!” “Please, Linc! “Lincy, I just want to make you feel good!”

Luna slammed the door and locked it. She turned and leaned her back against it. “What the hell’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” Lincoln said miserably. “It was Lisa. She pulled a gun on me and said she did it.”

Luna’s eyes widened. “Lisa?”

Someone pounded on the door. “Let us in!”

Other hands joined the chorus, the door shaking in its frame.

“I can’t hold them off forever!” Luna cried.

“Uhh,” Lincoln said, turning in a circle. “I don’t know. We’re trapped!” Then it hit him.
“The vent!”

“Go,” Luna said.

“Are you coming?” he asked, a tremor in his voice.

“I’ll be right behind you, now go!”

Lincoln started down the stairs, the sound of his sisters slamming on the door filling the earthen cellar. He was just lifting the grate when the door crashed open, and Luna cried out. “Luna!”

She appeared at the bottom of the stairs. “Go!”

Nodding, Lincoln scurried into the vent and turned. Luna’s head popped up, but disappeared a moment later as someone ripped her back. Lincoln started crawling, then stopped again, looking back, tears filling his eyes.

She wasn’t coming.

He hurried away.
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