Thanks to AberrantScript for allowing me to ape the title of his story "Beautiful Corruption" for this outing. Here, we find the beloved haram going horribly wrong as the girls plan to lose their virginity to Lincoln and slip him a testosterone enhancer, only for it to turn him into a giant asshole. I also reference "Beautiful Corruption" as the "Lifetime movie" Leni saw.

They met, as always, in Lori and Leni's room, where the smell of nail polish seemed to always hang heavy in the air, overlaying something even more pungent and unpleasant: Dirty feet? A clandestine midnight snack lost and rotting behind one of the beds? None of them knew, but they all smelled it: Luna, Luan, and Lynn. The two girls who occupied the room were immune to it.

Lori was sitting cross-legged on her bed. Leni was sitting at her vanity and facing the coven, dressed in a silky sequin nightdress, her long, blond hair spilling over her shoulders like warm summer wheat. Lynn stood against the door, her arms crossed over her chest. She was wearing a red and white shirt and red gym shorts, white socks one size too big slipping down her calves. Luan sat on her knees, her nightgown pooled around her. Luna sat against the wall, her knees forming an M. None of the younger girls wanted to be there. It was late on a school night and they each had things they'd rather be doing than hanging out with Lori, the self-appointed Queen Bitch of the Loud house.

"Can we get started already?" Lynn asked.

"Yes," Lori said. She got up and walked to the middle of the room. She was visibly nervous, her lips a tight slash and her eyes pooled with uncertainty. "I read an article in Cosmo the other day that talked about losing your virginity."

Luan blushed.

Leni brightened. "I read that. I didn't understand a lot of the words, though. It was waaay too verbose."

"Right," Lori said dismissively, "anyway, it went on and on about how you should really love the person you lose it too and that kind of shit. It got me to thinking. I want to lose my V-card to someone I love, and even though you can be a pack of bitches sometimes, I love you and want you to lose yours to someone you love."

"Thank you for your concern," Lynn said sarcastically.

"Shut up." Then: "It occurred to me that there's a boy we all love, a boy that is sweet, kind, and gentle, and who loves us."

"Yeah?" Luna asked. "Who's that?"

"Lincoln."

Everyone recoiled. "You nasty bitch..." Lynn said, her face crinkling.

Lori held up a hand. She expected this. "Hear me out. Most boys want one thing and one thing only, to get their dick wet. They'll tell you anything you want to hear to get between those hairy meat curtains. They don't give a shit about you. They don't love you. Lincoln, our brother, on the other hand, does. You love Lincoln, don't you?"

Everyone nodded. "I love Lincy," Leni said, raising her hand.

"Well, yeah," Lynn said, "even if he gets on my nerves and I wanna knock his punk ass out sometimes."

"I feel the same way about you guys," Lori said. "So I figure Lincoln's the safest guy to pop our cherries."

Everyone considered that. Luan was still blushing. Luna was nodding. Leni stroked her chin. Lynn scrunched her lips and rolled her eyes toward the ceiling. Lori was right about boys. To them, you were just a walking pussy-tits-mouth combo. But Lincoln loved them, they loved him, so...yeah, why the hell not? When you get right down to it, so what if he was their brother? What's wrong with getting closer to your brother and having a little fun?

"So...you in?" Lori asked.

Everyone nodded except Luna. "Man, Lincoln's great and all, but dude's a walking fucking ball of angst. The minute one of us gives him bedroom eyes he's gonna shit himself and think he's a pervert or something."

"Yeah, he is kind of a bitch," Lynn said.

"He has issues," Luan agreed.

"Well..." Lori said, trailing off. They were right.

"Oooh!" Leni said, raising her hand.

"Put your fucking hand down," Lori snapped. "What?"

"I saw this movie on, like, Lifetime or something, where these girls, like us, wanted to have sex with their little brother, and he was all messed up like Lincoln, so they, like, got him used to their bodies and stuff first."

"Yeah?" Lynn asked. "And how long did that take?"

"Hmmm. I don't know. The movie was an hour and a half and it took until, like, an hour and ten minutes."

"Pffft," Lynn said, "I have better things to do with my time than stick my tits in my brother's face for three weeks and beg him to stop being a pussy long enough to fuck me."

"Yeah," Luna hooked a thumb over her shoulder, "I have a life."

"We can get Lisa to give him something," Lori said.

"Like what?" Luan asked timidly.

"I don't know," Lori said, throwing up her hands. "She's Lisa. She can do anything." Lori went to the door. "Move, Tony Romo."

Lynn's eyes flashed, but she stepped aside. At Lisa's door, she knocked.

"Enter."

She opened the door and poked her head in. Lisa was sitting at her lab, her back to Lori. Beakers bubbled like witch's cauldrons. "Can you come to my room for a minute?"

"Negative, sibling, I am in the middle of something of the..."

"Get your ass in my room or I'm going to pour whatever's in that beaker down your throat."

Lisa sighed and slumped her shoulders. "Fine," she said tightly. She got up and followed Lori into the room. Lori shut the door and leaned against it.

"What's this about?" Lisa asked. "I'm extremely busy."

"We need something from you," Lori said.

Lisa chuckled. "Surprise, surprise. That's the only time I ever see your face: When you need something."

"Don't be an asshole," Lori said. "We want you to give Lincoln something to dry out his vagina a little."

Lisa cocked her head. "Come again?"

"We want Lincoln to stop being a little girl. Man him up a little. He's too angsty."

"Angst is perfectly normal in a boy his age."

"You know what isn't normal?" Lori asked. "Running gruesome experiments on neighborhood pets."

"Yeah," Lynn said, "like injecting bleach into their eyeballs. What did your diary say? You want to be like that doctor you like so much, the Nazi? I made photocopies, I can go grab one."

"Alright, goddamn it!" Lisa flashed. "What do you want?"

"Just give him something to make him stop being a sniveling little bitch," Lynn said.

"Yeah," Lori said, "he's the biggest girl out of us all."

"I can whip up a testosterone booster," Lisa said, "but I can assure you that there will be side effects, including increased sex drive."

A wicked grin spread across Lori's face. "Perfect."

Lisa raised an eyebrow. "His sexual appetite may not be confined to females who aren't related to him."

"Do it or we're telling mom and dad you're a Nazi."

Lisa ground her teeth. "As you wish."

Lori nodded and stepped aside. "Now get out of here."

Back in her room, Lisa took a framed black and white photo of Josef Mengele out of her drawer and touched it. "Oh, Josef," she said, "under other circumstances we would be together in the perfect Aryan world."

She threw a hateful glance over her shoulder. "And those bitches would be in Auschwitz."

"Alright," Lori said when Lisa was gone, "we'll slip him this testosterone shit, he'll grow a pair, have sex with us, and everything will be hunky-dory. We'll lose our virginities to a guy who loves us and won't hurt us or fuck us over and he'll get to sleep with five beautiful women. Win-win."

"I'm kind of nervous," Luan said.

"Yeah? So am I. But it's now or never. You don't wanna wind up losing it to a stoner in the back of a Chevy in tenth grade and have him tell all his buddies and laugh at you, do you?"

Luan shook her head.

"Your brother won't do that. He cares about your feelings and you as a person and shit."

Everyone nodded.

"By this time tomorrow, Lincoln will probably be doing one of us. Prepare yourselves, girls. It's gonna be fun."

The next morning, Lincoln Loud got out of bed and started for his door, but stopped when he realized he had an erection. "Oh no!" he yelled, covering it with his palms. He couldn't go out there. Everyone would laugh and think he was a pervert. Please go down! Please go down!

This was terrible. Every morning he woke with a raging, shameful tent in his pants. Then, throughout the day, he'd pop more left and right. Sometimes he'd even look at his sisters, and he was such a fucking piece of shit! He deserved to be castrated and hung from a pole. What was wrong with him? Why did he think about sex? Why? Why? He flopped miserably onto his bed and buried his face into the pillow. It was funny, he thought about sex, but when Ronnie Anne tried to jack him off the other day, he fled in holy terror, his heart racing and his face a bloodless shade of white. He was probably too small. She probably wouldn't like the way he looked or felt, and why shouldn't she? He was an ugly person inside and out. He was terrible!

What was wrong with him?

He sucked.

When his boner went down, he got up and went into the hall, where Luan, Lynn, and Luna were standing in line for the bathroom. His eyes innocently fell across Luan's bare legs, and he looked quickly away. You sick bastard! She's your sister! God, your sweet, angelic, innocent sister, and you looked at her legs! You deserve death, Lincoln. You deserve to be beaten to a quivering pulp and dragged through the streets for everyone to spit on and flip off.

"Hey, Linc," Luan said.

"H-H-Hey," he stammered.

Luan's brow furrowed. "You alright?"

He flashed a fake smile. "Never better."

Luan nodded and turned away.

When his turn finally came, he slunk into the bathroom and closed the door, making sure it was locked. The thought of one of his sisters coming in and seeing his small, shameful, probably deformed, dirty, sinful penis scared him so badly that he broke out in a cold sweat. He wanted to curl up in a corner and cry while sucking his thumb and holding Bun-Bun, his stuffed rabbit, to his chest. He peed then washed his hands, staring at himself in the mirror over the sink. He had buck teeth, white hair, and freckles. He was ugly. No one would ever love him. He was anxious, ugly, timid, and cowering. Kill me now!

At breakfast, he hurriedly ate as his sisters laughed and talked around him. Lori made eggs and bacon for breakfast, and as she sat his plate in front of him, she leaned in and smiled. "Eat up, little bro. I made this special for you."

He quivered, her nearness making him uncomfortable: He was afraid he'd become attracted to her because he was a dirty pervert who shouldn't be allowed to have testicles. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to be a girl. He'd tuck his thing between his legs and stare at himself in the mirror. Maybe he'd be normal if he didn't have balls and a dick.

Why did his eggs taste funny? He didn't know and he didn't care. He deserved funny tasting eggs. Actually, he didn't deserve any eggs at all. Lori was so kind and good to make him breakfast. He'd have to remember to thank her later, really thank her, like on his knees with his hands balled as if in prayer. I'm such a horrible person and yet you love me. Thank you!

Everyone was finished by now. "Alright," Lori said, "come on!"

He sat in the very back of the van, squirming in the seat not because he had a boner but because he was a bug, a worm, and that's what worms did.

By the time they reached the school, he was starting to feel funny. His heart was racing and his palms were sweaty. His stomach ached. He was hyperaware of his penis and testicles between his legs. An electric current ran through his body. He perked up, and for some strange reason, he felt like throwing a ball or punching something.

You're losing it, you freak of nature! You should have died in the womb!

He shook his head, his thoughts muddled. He got out of the van and walked into the school, rubbing his feverish forehead. In the van, Lori grinned.

"It was in his eggs?" Lynn asked, leaning between the two front seats.

"Yup," Lori said. "Lisa says by lunch he'll be ready for vagina."

"Nice," Lynn said, nodding.

"I hope it doesn't hurt him," Luan said.

"He'll be fine," Lori said.

"He looked kind of pale," Leni said, glancing out the window.

"He's always pale," Luna said.

"I guess," Leni said.

"Don't worry, girls," Lori said, "soon, Lincoln won't be a tampon-needing ass little girl. Then...the fun will begin."