"He did what?"

Luan was sitting on the bed next to Lori, her hands balled in her lap. The others gathered around. They all looked slightly perturbed. Or, in Lynn's case, amused.

"It was probably an accident," Lori said. "He is eleven and it was his first time. I'm surprised he got more than one pump in. That's why I sent you. I'm not trying to have two seconds of sex."

"What if I get pregnant?" Luan asked.

"You won't get pregnant," Leni said, "it was your first time."

Lori looked over her shoulder. "Will you shut up?"

Leni closed her mouth and pretended to draw a zipper across her lips.

"We'll have Lisa give you some Plan B or something. As for the rest of us, we should probably get some birth control off her. No one wants to bear Lincoln's child, right?"

"Fuck no," Lynn said.

"Yeah, not happening," Luna shook her head.

"I'd be a great mother," Leni said.

Lynn snorted. "Until you did something stupid and got the kid killed."

"I would not!"

"Would too!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Lori said. "You're both stupid." She got up and left the room, shaking her head. Sometimes her sisters got on her last nerve. Literally. She knocked at Lisa's door.

"Enter."

Lori walked in and closed the door behind her. Lisa was at her desk, bent over an experiment. Probably a dead cat or something. The scientist was so caught up in her work that she'd forgotten she was wearing a red Nazi armband.

"Let me guess," Lisa said, "it's Lori and you need something."

"Fuck you."

Lisa nodded. "Figures. What?"

"Can you whip up some Plan B?"

Lisa sighed and stopped what she was doing. "You know, Lori, there's this fantastic new invention called the condom. They come in big packs and only cost a couple dollars..."

"Do it."

Lisa sighed. "Who did Lincoln orgasm in?"

"Luan." Lori figured Lisa would puzzle out what they were doing.

Lisa chuckled. "I would make a pun in her style, but my mind does not operate at such a base level. I suppose you'll want birth control as well."

"Yes."

"Alright," the younger girl sighed. "I'll have it all to you within the hour."

"Good," Lori said. Back in her room, she closed the door. "Alright. Plan B for Luan and birth control for the rest of us is on the way."

Luan started to cry, and Lori rolled her eyes. "I just told you it's taken care of. Why are you crying?"

"My first time was awful," she hitched.

"Don't be such a baby," Lynn said. "You shoulda made him go down on you or something. I would have. One way or another, I'm cumming."


At dinner, Lincoln ate his steak with his hands, ripping and rending with his teeth. Luan, Lynn, and Luna watched him with sneers of disgust. Lori ignored him.

"Lincoln," dad said, "can you please use a fork and a knife like a normal person?"

Lincoln, his face and hands smeared with steak juice (he usually took his well, but tonight he specifically asked for medium rare), dropped his meat onto the plate, picked up a fork, and stabbed it. He then lifted it to his mouth and tore a chunk off.

"Jesus," Luna muttered. It was like a train wreck or a bad porno: She couldn't look away. And...was that peach fuzz on his upper lip?

"Lincoln," dad said, getting annoyed, "cut your meat."

Lincoln sighed frustratedly. He was starting to get mad. Instead of taking off on his old man, though, he picked up a knife and sliced his meat into tiny hunks. There. Happy?

When he was done, he sat down his fork. He wanted more. Next to him, Lucy was eating a roll. She still had half a steak on her plate. "Are you going to finish that? Thanks." He stabbed it with his fork and lifted it to his face.

"That's mine," Lucy said.

"Not anymore."

"Lincoln," dad said, "give Lucy back her steak."

"He can have it," Lucy said, "can I be excused?"

"Yes."

After dinner, Lincoln wiped his hands and mouth on his shirt, and went into the living room. Lori was watching some gay ass reality show. Lincoln snatched the remote and changed it to an action movie.

"I was watching that," Lori said tightly.

"Now you're watching this," he said, flopping down next to her. She bared her teeth but kept from ripping him apart. It was the testosterone. It was making him a little...brutish. Fine. That's the price you gotta pay.

"So," Lincoln said, resting his hand on her bare leg, "how're you and Bobby working out?"

She tensed. "Fine," she said. She brushed his hand away and crossed her arms. Not yet, little man. You need to get better and not bust in two seconds before you can have some of this.

Lincoln shrugged. "He strikes me as a bitch, but okay."

Lori turned on him. "He's not a bitch, Lincoln."

"I think he is. A punk ass, pussy ass bitch. I bet I could whip his ass with one hand tied behind my back."

Lori got up. She didn't need this right now.

What's her problem? Lincoln thought as he kicked his feet up onto the coffee table. Bobby not doing the job right? If she wanted a real good fucking, she should come see him.

"Hey, Linc," Lynn said, hopping over the back of the couch and landing next to him. "Time for the big game."

She reached for the remote, but he snatched it away. "Uh, I'm watching TV."

Lynn's eyes narrowed. "I'm watching the game. So hand over the remote."

Lincoln shoved it down the front of his pants. "Come get it."

"You think I won't?"

"I think you're too chickenshit."

Eye flashing, Lynn leaned over and stuck her hand down Lincoln's jeans. His dick brushed against fingertips, and her heart started pounding. He grinned at her. "Feel anything you like?"

"It's kind of small," she teased, rubbing her thumb across the tip. Her pussy was getting wet.

"Say that when it's inside you."

"I will."

"I bet you won't."

"Wanna find out?"

"Let's."

Less than two minutes later, they were making out on Lincoln's bed, Lynn rubbing him through his pants and him rubbing her through her shorts. Pulsating pleasure wracked her body, and she was close to her orgasm.

"You gonna grow a set and fuck me or what?" she gasped.

He unzipped his pants and pulled them down. His dick was hard and pulsing. Jesus, it was big. Bigger than it felt.

Biting her lower lip, she pulled down her shorts and panties and swung a leg over him. "You ready, bitch?" she asked and sank herself onto him, his meat lance pushing her lips apart and spearing her center. She hissed through clenched teeth as, inside her, something popped. There goes my cherry, she thought, rocking her hips.

"Still small?" he asked.

Biting her lips to keep from screaming out, she shook her head.

"Told you." He grabbed her hips and pulled her down, his tip knocking at her womb. She closed her eyes and started moving faster, building friction, gaining momentum, moving him along the walls of her silky chasm. She was just about to cum when Lincoln threw her off; she landed on her back, the air rushing out of her.

"I have an idea," he said, mounting her with a devilish grin. He took his dick in hand and rubbed it along her slit. Her eyes fluttered. It felt sooo good.

He grazed her hole, and she shivered. He didn't go in, though. He went lower. Touching another hole.

"Whoa, big guy," Lynn giggled, "that's my butt."

He pressed against it, his tip squeezing to get in. "Lincoln!"

With a mighty thrust, his dick jammed into her, and she jumped, yelping in pain. "Lincoln!"

Grunting, he thrusted once, twice, then she felt wet warmth flooding her rectum. She shoved him off of her and mounted him. "You piece of shit!" she yelled, balling her fist and smashing him in the forehead. He pushed her back, brought up his foot, and kicked her in the stomach, knocking the air of out her lungs. She fell, rolled off the bed, and landed on the floor.

"What the fuck's wrong with you?" he asked, getting up. "You crazy bitch!"

Lynn tried to get up, but agony radiated out from her ruined asshole and she cried out.

"Get the fuck out of here, psycho."

He picked up her shorts, balled them, and threw them at the back of her head. "You're welcome."

"Motherfucker," Lynn growled, forcing herself to stand. She picked up her shorts and slipped them on.

"Your pussy stinks."

"Luan was right, you're a fucking minute man."

"Her pussy stinks too."

"Fuck you, dickhead!"

She hobbled out of the room, hissing with every step. "Small balls," she called over her shoulder.

"Fuck off and die, bitch!" He slammed the door.


Lori was texting Bobby when her door opened and Lynn limped in, hissing over clenched teeth. Lori looked up, ready to chew the little bitch out for not knocking, then saw her condition and stopped. "Wreck your bike again, Lance Armstrong?"

Shaking her head, Lynn leaned against the doorframe and took a deep breath. "Our brother," she said.

Understanding flooded through Lori, and she smiled. "Oh! It must have been good if you can barely walk."

"No, it was not good."

Lori's shoulders sagged. "What happened?"

"Well, things were going great then..."

"What, he nutted too soon?"

"No," Lynn said, "he put it in my ass."

Lori cringed. "Ugh! Did you ask him to?"

"No, I didn't fucking ask him to!"

Lori sighed. "Well, why'd you let him?"

Lynn started hobbling over, her fists clenched. "I didn't let him," she said tightly. "He just did it."

Luna and Luan appeared at the door, drawn by Lynn's outburst. "What's up?" Luna asked.

"Your brother," Lynn said, turning slowly, "put his dick in my butthole."

Luna drew back as if hit. Luan shook her head.

"Lynn," Lori said, "I think you're..."

"I'm not sleeping with that son of a bitch," Luna said, throwing up her hands. "I'll take the stoner in the back of the Chevy."

"Oh, come on!" Lori said, smacking her palm against her bare leg. "He's your brother! So what he's a little...amped up? This is what we wanted, a strong, virile Lincoln who wouldn't be too girly to fuck us."

"I wanted my first time to be with someone I love," Lynn said, "I didn't want surprise butt sex."

"He told me to enjoy being a single mother," Luan said. "After he came in me."

Lori shrugged. "It was a joke."

"Your plan's a fucking joke," Lynn said. She hobbled over to Leni's vanity and slowly sat, gasping as her aching butt touched the seat.

Lori's face flushed with anger. "Fine, Luna, go get pregnant from some loser in a bar band. I am going to lose my virginity to my brother and I am going to fucking enjoy it because I'm not going to just lay there while he fucks my ass."

Lynn got up. "How about I kick your ass?"

Lori got up. "Bring it, you little whore."

"Hey!" Luna said, stepping in between them. "Chill. Obviously we gave him too much of that testosterone shit. How about we have Lisa...?"

"He's fine," Lori said. "My plan is fine. You're the ones with the problem."

"Can't admit when you're wrong," Lynn said, shaking her head, "pretty sad."

Lori reached over Luna's shoulder and tried to grab a handful of her sister's hair, but Luna shoved her back. "Knock it off! You wanna fuck him so bad, Lori, go right ahead. I'm out."

"Fine," Lori said. "Leni and I will do him and we'll have so much fun you cunts will eat your fucking hearts out."

"Where is Leni?" Luan asked.