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Sisters
a novel by critmk
Chapter 16: Extended Family Massacre Extended
Nora, busy old David Laufer’s fifth wife, and daughters were getting ready for a night on the town. They shared a large room on the second floor.
“This will be fun, the three of us going out!” Nora chirped, as her daughters rolled their eyes. They knew how the evening would go – their evenings out with Mother always went the same way. It embarrassed them the way she flirted with the same guys that they did. It angered them the way she used them as bait. It was all the worse because she very often got what she wanted. There was no denying it: Nora was hot; she was no everyday mom. Behind her back they called her “Mrs. Robinson.”
The girls were already dressed. The slender, blond Clarice, 18, in her filmy white blouse, light blue floral-embossed skirt and black, ankle-strap platforms turned her intelligent blue eyes on her mother, who was still deciding what to wear. Mom was naked but for stay-ups and heavy strands of pearls.
“How could those huge, 54-year-old boobs be firmer than mine?” Clarice thought.
Janny, 21, was castigating her mother about always dressing like a slut.
“That’s pretty funny coming from you, Janny,” Nora replied, acidly. She had a point.
Janny’s braless 36C’s pressed against her tight white cotton blouse. Just two buttons were in use, and the half-open blouse revealed a slit of tan belly and a generous wedge of cleavage. A white mini showed off her tanned legs, and high wood mules accented her meaty calves. Her long brown hair, worn straight and parted just left of center, framed her brown eyes and oval face fetchingly.
I took in this scene through the French doors of the large balcony off their bedroom. It had been a short, easy drop from the smaller balcony above, where three sisters – cousins to the next girls on the hit list -- lay machine-gunned and dead.
Clarice and Nora were kneeling on their beds. Janny stood closest to the door, which is why I killed her first. [Janny21.jpg goes here.]
She died laughing a bitter laugh. Janny had just lifted her skirt and flashed a bare, waxed pussy at her mother and sister, swearing that this would give her an advantage in their three-way competition for boys that night.
Janny’s head jerked back and a red mist formed above the 9mm hole in her forehead. Two quick streams of blood ran down either side of her nose and then, like tears, down her cheeks. She crumpled. Her big round tits bounced and rolled in unison with her head when she hit the floor. Her dead eyes stared at the ceiling. I stared up her skirt at her naked pussy, but just for a second.
[Clarice18.jpg goes here.] I shot Clarice in the solar plexus as I strode purposefully into the room. She let out a high-pitched “ah!” with the impact and knee-bent backwards onto the bed between her sexy shoes. The bullet had cut directly into bare white flesh, through a gap between the buttons of her loose-fitting blouse.
I turned the Uzi toward mom, but already her terror had turned to calculation. I could see it in her eyes. She had put her hands on her head; she had surrendered and wanted to negotiate.
“Look, there’s no need for this. You want money? You want sex? I can give you both.”
This brought me up short. I expected her to be hysterical – after all, one of her daughters had just been killed in front of her, and the other was badly wounded. I didn’t really have time, but I was intrigued. I heard her out.
“I’ll have millions – many millions, with those two out of the way – very soon. What’s my life worth to you?”
“I’m not interested in your money, lady.”
“Then, maybe you’re interested in this…”
Her voiced softened; she was purring. She licked her middle finger and put it up her pussy. Her daughters were shot, and she was putting on a live sex show to save herself. I could not fucking believe it.
“Actually, I prefer to kill women before I fuck them.”
She didn’t miss a beat.
“Look – let me live. Janny’s right there – look at that tight little twat. Or do Clarice. You could fuck her while you kill her. Or look at those gorgeous red lips – one of her boyfriends told me she’s a blow-job princess.” She licked her own lips wickedly. “He also said that I was his blow-job queen.”
If I weren’t in the middle of killing them all, I would have reported Nora to the Child Welfare Department.
I thought about Barbara’s instruction: “Make them look like sex murders.” OK -- I can do that.
“Put your hands back on your head,” I told dear old Mom. “Kneel up” I kept an eye on her as I backed toward the daughters. Just for fun, I gave Janny a kick and put a bullet through her left nipple while her tit was still jiggling. Her mother didn’t bat an eye.
Clarice had gotten up on her elbows and was unsteadily surveying the room. The blouse below her wound was soaked red. I circled around behind her and unzipped. I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head down, so it hung back over the bed. Her sunglasses, which had been up on her head, clattered to the floor.
I plunged my hard dick deep down the wounded blond’s throat. She didn’t help, but she didn’t bite or resist, either. She was probably too far gone to know what was happening. To my mingled disgust and excitement, the sight of her daughter being mouth-fucked by a killer was turning Nora on. Her face was turning red and her hips were churning. Her nipples hardened and jutted.
[Nora54.jpg and Nora 54A.jpg go here.]Nora brought out my cruel streak, not that it takes that much. When she reached down to stroke herself, I peppered her mattress with Uzi rounds. “Keep your hands on your head, Mommie Dearest.” She was trembling with sexual frustration, and that was enhancing my sexual satisfaction.
I came deep in the Clarice’s throat, and as I did and pumped eight bullets into her mother’s chest. Blood spurted from the nickel-sized holes as she grabbed her tits with both hands and fell back and bounced on the bed. The sheets reddened rapidly with the flow from the exit wounds in her back and the streams running off her tits.
I left my softening dick in Clarice’s mouth as I wrapped my big hands around her slender throat. I felt bones and cartilage break under my grip. Her eyes bulged, her mouth opened wide and much more tongue than one would have thought possible protruded. The girl died after no more than 15 seconds of strangling. I pulled out of her.
A gout of fresh cum was visible on the back of her tongue. I reached in a gloved index finger and drew out a glob. I jabbed it up the cunt of the dead girl’s dead mother.
“There, Barbara,” I muttered to myself. “Now they look like sex murders.”