For one glorious day...rather, for one glorious morning...Lorenzo Loud was the extremely proud owner of state-of-the-art recording equipment the likes of which only true professionals use. With it, his films would ascend to the next level, going from mere art to timeless masterpieces that would be taught in schools long after his death. With it, he was this close to leaving this wretched little town and its putrescent denizens behind for the greener pastures of Hollywood.

Then, his bitch-whore-psycho mother ruined it all. With the cruel, heartless swing of a hammer, she dashed her only son's dreams to bitty shards of plastic and wiring, robbing him of his future in the process. Lorenzo's heart shattered that day and it took him days to get over his bereavement. New Year's came and went and Lorenzo barely acknowledged it. Instead of partaking in the festivities with his family, he lay in bed and bemoaned his loss, unshed tears standing in his bloodshot eyes. He made a weak fist with one gnarled hand and brought it down on his mattress. Of all the pain he had suffered in his life, this was the sharpest; of all the betrayals, this was the most hurtful. A mother's job is to unconditionally provide everything her child requests of her. It is not to destroy their personal property.

Part of him couldn't blame Mom, since she was crazier than a shithouse rat, but another part wanted to Ray Rice her. He was an intellectual, a cinematic demagogue, it was okay for him to hit women. Therefore, he could assault his mother with impunity. He decided not to, however, because, honestly, she would probably gain the upper hand in a direct confrontation. Also because...insane or not, she was his mother, and he felt something for her. He did not know exactly what, but if pressed, he would call it "fondness." He was fond of her the way he was his father and, yes, even both of his sisters, even though one was a stubborn, brace-faced bitch who broke his heart and the other was an annoying little sex pervert. The others - Lyra, Lacy, et al - could go to hell for all he cared, but his immediate family was "special" for lack of a better term.

He did not, therefore, want to beat up his own mother, but he was perfectly content to see someone else smack her around a bit. With an open hand, of course. He didn't want her to suffer grievous bodily harm, he just wanted her to regret breaking his sound equipment. Sound equipment that he had to replace. Lara was a penniless loser who couldn't afford to buy him more, so he was forced to take on odd, demeaning jobs. He shoveled old peoples' driveways, collected cans from the side of the road, and helped his uncle Lincoln around the house.

Lorenzo could not say how old 1216 Franklin Avenue was (he surmised that it was built when The Bob Newhart Show was still on the air), but after successive generations of unnaturally large families, it was a shambles. The carpet was matted and splotched with stains; the walls were riddled with cracks, holes, and scratches; most of the knobs fell off in your hand; and a general griminess coated every surface no matter how hard you scrubbed. The wiring was shot and lights would randomly flicker, the plumbing moaned like an old man getting head from his sexy little granddaughter, and a strange smell lingered in the air. Lorenzo could never pin down what exactly it was but it had a distinctly mildewy character that reminded him of earth and rot.

There were other smells, of course. The flophouse on Franklin was home to something like thirty people. There was Lincoln, most of his sisters, and the vast majority of his children. Before them, it was home to eleven children and two adults. It had seen more than its fair share of things that produce odors.

The most pungent aroma present at 1216 was the scent of girl. As soon as you walked through the door, their musk broke over you like a cloud of perfume. Of the female residents at that roach motel posing as a private residence, at least fifteen were in the bloom of adolescence, to be poetic. That meant this: They were hot, they were DTF, and their little baby factories were in full operation. Like the animals they were, each of Lorenzo's cousins secreted her own pheromones to attract a mate. Whenever Lorenzo worked around the house for Uncle Lincoln, the smell of their reproductive organs drove him mad. He would pant and foam at the mouth, and his assistant director would push out the front of his pants. Uncle Lincoln walked past him one day, saw his boner, and jumped back. "Whoa, there, Lenz," he said in that maddening by-golly-gosh tone, "put that thing away. If my daughters see it, they might tear you apart."

"That's the point," Lorenzo said.

Uncle Lincoln's face darkened. "Get out."

One day in late January, Lorenzo agreed to help Uncle Lincoln patch the many holes in the wall. He went through the second floor with a bucket of plaster and a knife, and spread a little of the mixture on every crack and crevice he came to. The last room he went into was Lupa's. She sat on her bed and flipped through a magazine, a cigarette jutting from her thin lips. She wore a black hoodie and a black and yellow shirt. Her feet and legs were bare, and as he worked, he stole sidelong looks at the goth/emo/edgelord/whatever the hell she was supposed to be. Her toes were painted yellow, which surprised Lorenzo. She was not the type of girl to wear make-up. The polish wasn't what drew him. It was her feet. They were exquisite. Small and dainty, their shape and form decidedly feminine. Lorenzo was shocked to feel himself getting an erection, but he did not fight it, for he had zero shame. If someone got him hard, it got him hard.

Lupa caught him looking and narrowed her eyes. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing much," Lorenzo said distastefully.

She hummed. "That's why your little dick is standing up."

"It always does that when I smell tuna."

"Fuck you. Stop perving on me."

Now Lorenzo did feel shame. His honor was on the line, and he would fight for it even if it meant blistering his cousin Lupa like a three alarm grease fire. "You're the last woman on earth I would look at. You're pale, you're covered in freckles, and your teeth are as yellow as your toenails. I would say you look like your father, but your father is far, far better looking than you are."

Lupa glowered at him, her nostrils flaring. A strange pink color stole into her face and she licked her lips. The severe curve of her lips was dangerous, but the light in her eyes was inviting. She looked angry...but aroused.

Sitting the bucket down, Lorenzo walked over, hard-on leading the way. "What's the matter?" he goaded. "Don't have a response, you ugly bitch?"

One corner of Lupa's lips carved up in what may have been a sinister smile, but could have also been contempt. With her, it was hard to tell. "You still wanna fuck me," she said confidently and pressed her knees together, denying him access to apex of her thighs. Her forehead pinched ever so slightly, and in an instant, Lorenzo realized what she was doing.

Challenging him.

She was challenging him.

Fortunately for her, Lorenzo Loud loved a good challenge.

"If I wanted it...I'd take it," he said. He shot out his arm, grabbed her by her snowy white hair, and pulled her face to his. Their noses touched and their breaths mingled. Lupa's pupils dilated and her lips parted slightly to drink in his exhalations. "But I don't have to because you're a slut...you'll just give it up." He molded his lips to her and swept his tongue into her mouth. She thrashed and tried to push him away, but he grabbed her by her soft, pulsing throat and forced her head down. He straddled her, reached up her skirt, and yanked her panties down. She closed her legs but that didn't stop him. She looked up at him in a mixture of rage and need, and he tightened his grip. Her eyes bulged from their sockets and her tongue popped out of her mouth. He unbuckled his belt, tugged his pants down, and pulled out his dick. He jammed his hands between Lupa's knees and pried them apart. She tried to snap them closed, and as punishment, he tightened his grip on her throat.

All through this, Lupa was silent save for her heavy breathing. She could have screamed for help or kneed him in the crotch if she wanted, but she didn't. "You want it, don't you, you fucking whore?"

"Fuck you," she hissed.

Lorenzo slapped her hard across the face. Her head whipped to one side and a jagged breath knockd from her lungs. Her knees parted, and he slammed himself deep into her pussy, making her jump like an electrified frog in a macabre high school science experiment. He closed his hand around her throat and squeezed with all his might. Her muscles clamped down on his shaft and her tiny fists battered his chest. She circled her legs around his hips and braced her heels against his butt. He slammed into her again and she moaned. He pictured her as Liby - haughty, stubborn, hateful Liby - and he did it again, harder, wanting to break her pelvis and put her in a wheelchair, where she could never leave him again.

A small, frightened voice called out from behind them and they stopped. "Dad! Dad! Lorenzo's raping Lupa!"

Was it Lizy? Laya? Luha? Lezlo? Lesley? Lzaho? There were so many of those small, half-formed crotch goblins running around that he couldn't keep them straight anymore.

"I knew he'd eventually rape someone," Lacy said from down the hall.

"Yeah, not shocked at all," Lyra said.

Lorenzo released Lupa's neck, and she took a deep breath. "It's consensual!"

"Gross," Lyra called, "that's even worse."

Lupa started to reply, but Lorenzo started choking her again, and she went back to fighting him. He called her an assortment of demeaning names through his teeth, and with each one she got a little hotter, a little wetter, a little more flushed. Finally, he thrusted as far into her as he could and filled her belly with his cum.

After, they lay side by side and stared up at the ceiling. "That was...unexpected," Lorenzo said.

Lupa reached over, slipped a cigarette from her pack, and plopped it into her mouth. Her skirt was still hiked up around her hips and Lorenzo's cum oozed from between her raw, chapped pussy lips. "I'm into ryona," she said with a defensive shrug.

"You're into what?" Lorenzo asked, puzzled.

"Basically being raped and treated like trash."

Ah.

"So you like being insulted and called a whore."

"Only when I'm horny, yes," Lupa said.

Hm.

"Does it enhance your sexual pleasure?"

Lupa looked at him with a blank expression. "I haven't kicked you out of my bed yet," she said, as though that should explain everything. "Also my toes are tingling and they only do that when the sex is good."

"So they aways do that when we fuck," he stated.

"Nope," Lupa said, "this is the very first time."

Lying bitch.

Lorenzo put his pants back on and returned to work, but Lupa's revelation stuck with him for the rest of the day. He never would have imagined she harbored such a fetish. That led him to wonder what other fetishes his female cousins might be hiding. He toyed with the idea over several days before inspiration struck. Of course! He would make a movie about his favorite cousins and their nastiest kinks. No! It would be a series of films! He'd make enough money to get new sound equipment and a new camera.

Genius!

He would need a special guest star to feature in advertisements, a seasoned and sexy MILF who'd really put cocks in hands. He spoke to his aunt Lola and she agreed to do it under the condition that he give her an executive producer title on all the films and 10 percent of all earnings.

As per usual, Lorenzo recruited Lemy and Lyle to help. Remembering Gloom's body in that tight little bikini she wore to the last shoot, Lorenzo urged Lemy to invite her to participate. "The more the merrier," he said.

Lemy looked uncomfortable. "Uh...I dunno. I'll ask."

To Lorenzo's unending delight, Gloom jumped at the chance to appear in another movie.

In an effort to conserve money and to get the series done as soon as possible, Lorenzo decided to film multiple videos on the same day. Saturday, Lacy, Lyra, and Terry came over around noon. He was forced to lie and say that he had an existing contract with a major porn website. Each video is all but guaranteed half a million views, he said, and each view makes us twenty-five cents. You will be paid handsomely for this.

The first video focused on Lacy. She sat on the edge of Lorenzo's bed with her head hung and her hands balled in her lap. Lyle held the boom mic and Lorenzo filmed. "Meet Lacy Loud, twelve, a typical American teenager who enjoys sports, video games...and sex. Lacy, what turns you on?"

Lacy took a deep breath. "I, uh...I like to be watched."

"While having sex?"

The little sportsslut nodded.

Passing the camera off to Lemy and unbuckled his belt. Lyra, Terry, and Lara stood around the bed and watched Lorenzo trail kisses down her bare leg. She braced her hands on either side of her and blushed furiously. Lorenzo sucked her toes and kissed her heel, which was enough to get her going. Even though she didn't have to, she stripped entirely naked, her firm young body throwing off waves of urgent heat. She laid back and spread her legs, and Lorenzo mounted her. He fisted the blanket in his hand and thrust sharply into her. She jerked and gasped. "Observe...the primal act of incest," Lorenzo said. "It is a loveless task based entirely on lust. All that matters is achieving release and silencing our raging hormones." He weaved his fingers through her hair, pressed his lips to her cheek, and pumped into her. Lyra crossed her arms, Terry slid her hands into her back pockets and stretched, and Lara rubbed herself through her pants. Lemy and Lyle both watched intently, their erections making lumpy bulges in their pants, and perhaps it was seeing the effect she was having on them, but Lacy came with a moan, her walls forming to Lorenzo's dick and milking it dry.

When it was over, he moved onto the next video. Lyra in the living room, looking nervous. "At seventeen, Lyra Loud is one of the older incest children. She's frigid unless her partner is a woman. That is, she's a female faggot who's afraid of dick. What's your fetish?"

Lyra sighed.

"You like to be sexually humiliated, don't you?"

She nodded.

The scene jumped to Lyra kneeling in the middle of Lorenzo's room. She was naked with her hands tied behind her back and a ball-gag in her mouth. Lemy knelt, pushed her against the bed, and stuck his finger in her ass. Lyle laughed and Lorenzo stooped down to scrawl something on her chest with a marker. CUMSLUT. "Observe Lyra, whose breasts barely fill the hand of a twelve-year-old boy. She likes to be humiliated because she knows nothing else. Normally, a woman can satisfy her partner simply by opening her legs. Lyra can't ever do that. Look."

Across the room, Lara bent over in front of Terry, her pants pulled down to her knees and her bare bottom stuck out, Terry, in leather fetish gear, hit her across the ass, and she winced. "Observe Terry, the sexual sadist -"

"BDSM," Terry said.

"- hers and Lyra's relationship is one of dominance and submission, their fetishes fitting together like pieces in a depraved puzzle. Only Lyra can't take it, can she?"

Terry looked at Lyra. "No, she can't. She's too much of a fucking baby."

Lyra squeezed her eyes closed. Lorenzo grabbed her by the hair and forced her to face Terry. "Observe your girlfriend doing with someone else what she is unable to do with you. Observe her being satisfied in a way you can never approach. I bet she cheats on you, Lyra, and she would be right to do so. I was once attracted to you, but even I, as libertine as I am, wouldn't touch you now. You are a disappointment. You make me sick." He hocked a loogie and spat it in her face.

The whip came down on Lara's ass and she screamed. "Ow! Stop! It hurts so bad!"

"You have to let her do it," Lorenzo said, "or I won't have sex with you."

Lara bit her bottom lip and took it, tears streaming down her face.

Sunday, the rest of the girls came over. There was Gloom, Leia, Lupa, Lola, and, making her debut, Renia, Bobby Jr.'s twin sister. A scrawny girl with glasses, she was the epitome of a nerd, and Lorenzo looked forward to defiling her.

So too, it seemed, did her brother. Bobby and Renia were famously close, Bobby following his sister around like a puppy dog and constantly eyefucking her tight little Mexi-ass. He was too shy and blithering to make a move on her, and she was clueless to her brother's designs. Lorenzo, ever the expert, could clearly see that Bobby wanted her - badly - and found amusement in the fact that he could likely have her any time he wanted (she would surely give it to him in a heartbeat) but was too inept to realize this. His sexual frustration was stamped clearly on his face and Lorenzo wanted the little bastard to suffer.

First, however, was Lola.

Clad in a pink blouse, dark skirt, and pantyhose, she sat on the edge of Lorenzo's bed like a queen, her hair and make up fixed just so. Her nails were French tipped and a tiny gold cross rested in the hollow of her throat, a symbol not of her religion but of her massive ego, for she, to herself, was divine. "Lola Loud, a former beauty queen, has been part of her brother's incest harem for years. Her sanctified vagina has produced one of the world's loveliest girls - Leia - and her OnlyFans has upwards of two million subscribers. She is a high-maintenance woman who is extremely hard to please, and she will settle for nothing save total satisfaction. What, beautiful Lola, makes you cum."

"Queening," she said.

Jump to Lorenzo stretched out on his bed. Lola, knees bent on either side, sat on his face. She was naked except for pink stockings, long pink gloves, and a tiara placed perfectly atop her blonde head. She flattened her hands on Lorenzo's stomach and rubbed herself up and down his face. He dank juices coated his chin and her pink, puckerd ass hole brushed his lips. She shot Lyle and Lemy demanding looks. "Come here."

Lemy handed the camera to Lara, and he and Lyle went over, kneeling on either side of her. "Suck my tits."

Obeying, Lemy and Lyle each wrapped their lips around one of Lola's pink, throbbing nipples. She laced her hands behind her neck and tilted her head back, glossy lips parting in a look of rapture. Bobby leered, licking his chops like a hungry dog, and the girls did their best not to watch, save for Leia. "This is how you do it, baby," Lola said to her daughter, "make them want you...then say no." She shoved Lemy and Lyle away, bent forward, and rocked her hips furiously against Lorenzo's face, smearing her warm fluid all over his lips and nose. When she came, she gushed a little, and Lorenzo fused his lips to her folds, drinking her nectar straight from the source. She swung her legs and climbed off, sitting on the bed. She kicked one leg up and commanded Lemy with her eyes. "Kiss my feet, peon."

Lemy knelt and covered Lola's foot in wet, urgent kisses. Gloom watched him with a perturbed look, then glanced away, nostrils flaring.

When she had had enough, Lola pressed her foot to his face and pushed him away. "That's enough." She got up and started getting dressed. "I expect my money in two weeks."

Next was Lupa. She propped herself up in the middle of the bed on her hands and knees while Lorenzo slammed into her from behind and Lyle violently fucked her mouth, his cock choking her. Mascara ran down her cheeks and her walls squeezed Lorenzo's dick as if begging for mercy.

Mercy he would not give.

Balling his fist, he smashed it into Lupa's side. Her body clamped down on him and she moaned in the back of her throat. Lyle grabbed her hair and pulled as he slammed into her. Lorenzo poked her butt hole with his finger, then sank it in to the knuckle. "You like that, you fucking tramp?" he asked. "You like having your ass fucked?"

He pulled out of her pussy and jammed himself into her ass. She screamed around Lyle's dick, then choked and glugged when he filled her throat with cum. Lemy stripped off his belt, leaned over the bed, and brought it down across Lupa's back with a sharp crack.

Lupa's ass clammed up and she went into convulsions. Lorenzo came in her butt, then slapped her ass cheek. They left her in a panty, quivering, smiling puddle. Bobby Jr., face red and chest heaving, ran over and got on top of her. Lupa's face darkened. "Get off me, dweeb."

"But I'm so horny."

"Fuck you."

He tried to pin her wrists over her head, and she slapped him so hard that he tumbled onto the floor. Everyone laughed at him, even his sister. "Stop!" he whined, rubbing his red, stinging cheek.

"We all know Bobby's fetish," Lyle said.

"Getting his ass kicked," Lemy said.

Everyone laughed even harder, and Bobby's face turned fire engine red. Hot tears welled in his eyes and his bottom lip trembled pitifully. He looked like he was going to cry, and Lorenzo took so much satisfaction in that fact that he felt himself beginning to stir.

Curious.

The next girl up was Gloom. In the backyard, Lyle sprayed a patch of dirt with a garden hose while Lorenzo filmed and Gloom and Lemy stood aside, Gloom in a short, silky robe that stopped above her knees. "Gloom's fetish is mud," Lorenzo intoned, "which explains her taste in men."

Lemy shot him a dirty look, and Lorenzo flashed a grin to show that he was only kidding...for the most part. "In a display of backward, small town morals, she refuses to do this with anyone but Lemy. Lemy, she's all yours."

Lyle stepped back and Gloom disrobed, her pale, creamy body exposed to the warming rays of the sun, She and Lemy got into the mud and began to smear it all over each other's naked forms. They began to horseplay and then to make out, their bodies so covered that Lorenzo could make neither heads nor tails of what was going on. His erection deflated and he rolled his eyes. Leave it to the woman with the most exquisite and exciting body to be into something that covers her exquisite and exciting body.

The next to last video of the day was Renia's. Her fetish was...oh this was rich...incest. She asked Lorenzo to pretend to be her brother. "But you already have a brother," he pointed out, looking at Bobby Jr, who stood by the dresser fuming.

"I don't want him," she said, "he's too shy and cute."

Lorenzo grinned at Bobby's gutted expression. "Indeed."

They started slow, stretching out on their sides and kissing. Renia's tongue clumsily lashed Lorenzo's and her hands shook as she ran them over his bare chest. Lorenzo stroked her hip and side, pushing her shirt up. "You're a virgin," he said.

"No," she said, "but I've only been with my dad. Once."

Humph. Figures. Lorenzo hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and pulled her to him, their noses bumping. Her eyes widened and her breath caught. Did she enjoy being manhandled as well? No wonder she wouldn't fuck Bobby Jr. He wasn't a man. "I'm your daddy now," Lorenzo declared.

Reina bit her bottom lip.

Five minutes later, she was on her hands and knees clawing at the blanket, Lorenzo behind her with his hands on her hips. He slid smoothly into her and made eye contact with Bobby Jr., who looked like he wanted to cry. Lorenzo couldn't help but notice the Hispai-geek was hard. "Take it, Renia," Lorenzo said.

"Harder," she gasped.

"You're so tight, Renia," Lorenzo said, looking right at Bobby Jr., "you're so wet."

"I'm close, papi."

"Call me Big Daddy," Lorenzo ordered.

"Yes, Big Daddy, fuck me, Big Daddy, I've been a bad girl, Big Daddy."

Lorenzo pumped his hips and rearranged Renia's guts like a Taco Bell burrito. She hung her head, pulled at the blanket, and threw herself back into his thrusts. Bobby rubbed himself through his shorts and Lara sneered in disdain. "What a loser," she said under her breath then went back to praying for a single flash of Lorenzo's dick.

"I'm cumming, Big Daddy," Renia squealed, "I'm cumming, Big Daddy."

"Cum for me, baby," Lorenzo said.

Her body clenched and her movements slowed. Lorenzo pulled out and shot his load onto her lower back, filling the dimples at the base of her spine with silvery nut juice. He laid next to her for a moment and caught his breath. She brushed her hair out of her face and adjusted her glasses. "That was amazing," she said.

"I know."

"Do you want to do it again sometime? I can be your sex slave if you want."

Lorenzo hummed. "I'll think about it."

He got up and grabbed the camera from Lemy. He zoomed in on Bobby Jr's drawn face and tearful eyes. "How does it feel watching another man take the one thing you want more than all?"

"Bad," Bobby Jr. said. "Can I please have one of them? Please? Please? Please?" He balled his hands as if in prayer and sank to his knees. "I'm so horny, Lorenzo. It hurts. It hurts so bad."

"Oh, my God, have some dignity," Lara sniffed.

Lorenzo glared at her. "Shut up, you're just as bad."

She looked like she wanted to argue but didn't dare.

Ignoring Bobby Jr's plight, Lorenzo turned to Leia. "You don't have a fetish, do you?"

He had fucked Leia numerous times. In her darker moods, she simply lay there and let him do whatever he wanted. In her better ones, she straddled him and rode his dick like a bucking bronco. She had never mentioned any strange proclivities one way or the other.

"I do," she said.

"What is it?"

She whispered into Lorenzo's ear and his jaw dropped. He looked at her, stricken, and she nodded, a big grin on her face. "Bobby, you're up," Lorenzo said in a rush.

Bobby Jr. perked up. "Really?"

"She's all yours."

Five minutes later, Bobby was on his hands and knees in the middle of the floor. Leia knelt behind him, a strap-on dildo belted around her waist. The penis was long, thick, and black, with a faux vein running up one side and ridges below the crowned tip. Bobby, who was completely unaware of what was about to be done to him, waited patiently for something to happen. Lorenzo almost felt sorry for the little faggot.

Almost.

Lara reached into a bag of popcorn and shoved a handful into her mouth. She held the bag out to Lorenzo and he took some. "Observe, Leia Loud. Fair, sexy, sinister Leia Loud. Her fetish: Pegging."

Brow furrowing, Bobby Jr. looked over his shoulder. "What's that?"

Leia gripped his hips and rammed the dildo deep into his ass. His eyes bulged from his face and a high, throat-ripping screech burst from his throat. Leia pulled back and surged forward again, a wicked grin on her pink lips. "STOP!" Bobby sobbed. "P-PLEASE STOP! LEIA, TAKE IT OUT!" He hitched, screamed, and openly wept. Renia crossed herself, Lola crinkled her nose, Gloom and Lemy were off making out somewhere, Lupa smiled, and Lorenzo...Lorenzo could only watch in shocked horror. Lara buried her face in his neck to block out the terrible sight, and Lorenzo pushed her away.

By the time Leia was finished, Bobby Jr. was spent and bleeding, tears coating his cheeks. Renia helped him to his feet and pulled his pants up, then assisted him out of the room like a nurse helping an old man to the bathroom. "Let's get you to the emergency room, hermano."

Bobby broke down crying.

After they had left, Lorenzo edited the film together. A knock came at the door and Lara poked her head in. "Hey, did you want to make another -"

"No," Lorenzo said.

"Are you -?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Go away."

Sighing, Lara shut the door and slumped her shoulders. After watching so much sex, she was really super turned on. She wanted Lorenzo, but she'd have to settle for dad.

Again.

With another sigh, Lara went off to get fingered by her father.

In his room, Lorenzo smiled to himself.

This series was going to make him millions.

He was wrong, though.

The only thing it got him?

Another visit from the FBI.