Kit joined the Snuff Scouts two weeks after Tara and their mother squealed at the news. “How cute would it be if you sold cookies to the same guy?”
Kit nodded. Wouldn’t it be adorable to share a guy and grave with her big sister? She thought so, and when her math teacher ordered cookies from both of them she almost demolished the front door coming to tell Mom.
Tara, on the other hand, gagged and pretended to vomit when Kit finished explaining.
“What’s wrong? Mr. Camp is hot as fuck!”
“You know that he’s going to fuck us both? At the same time? It’s almost incest!”
“Chill, sister! It’s not like WE have to fuck. Unfortunately.”
“Of course you would be into that!”
Kit shrugged. “Hot girls are hot girls.” Kit wondered if Tara knew how easy it’d be to get her in bed; her half-Korean sister with big tits and long raven-black hair satisfied her masturbation fantasies quite often.
“I prefer them to not be related to me. At least we’ll be dead before he fucks us.”
Kit rang Mr. Camp’s doorbell and he answered in a bathrobe. “Would you like to buy our cookies?”
“That’s why I called ya here.” He smiled. “We’ll do it in the backyard.”
Kit and Tara followed him through the house and the backdoor. Kit’s throat tightened and Tara grabbed her hand, the sisters gazed at the gallows towering over his yard. Kit almost grinned when she noticed the two nooses next to each other.
Mr. Camp handed over his credit card and Tara scanned it with her phone. “Confirmed.” Tara handed him the card and a box of cookies. Kit handed over her bot as Tara set the phone to record.
“Take your shirts off and follow me.”
Kit pulled off her shirt. Tara scoffed before removing her shirt and stared at Kit.
“What?” Kit giggled. “If you like my breasts you can tell me.”
Tara looked away and her face turned red. “Let’s just get this over with.”
They followed Camp up the scaffold. He pulled a few strands of rope out of his robe.
“I’d like you to put your arms around each other, hands on the ass.”
“But we—”
Kit put her finger over Tara’s lips. “Just go with it. It’s our final moments.” Kit placed her hands on her ass and pulled until their breasts squeezed together.
“You don’t have to enjoy this,” Tara snarled as she grudgingly put her hands on Kit’s ass.
“It’s not my fault you have a cute body.” She grinned as Camp tied her hands together. “And you can go ahead and admit you like my tits.”
Tara curled her lip. “You do have nice tits but you’re still my sister.” Camp tied her hands. He slipped the nooses over their neck and went down the steps.
Kit squeezed Tara’s ass. “So, if we weren’t related you’d fuck me?”
“Maybe.”
“I see you two are bonding in your final moments,” Mr. Camp grinned, “How adorable! Why don’t you give each other a goodbye kiss?”
“I don’t think we’re even allowed—”
“Sure we are! He just can’t do anything to us until we’re dead.” Kit slipped her tongue in Tara’s mouth before she could protest and the floor dropped out. They stopped seconds later as the ropes yanked their necks with a wet crack. Her body went numb and darkness overtook her.
Jesse let Tara and Kit hang for almost ten minutes before taking them in the house and flopping their limp bodies on his bed.
Jesse threw off his robe and climbed in, pulling them into his arms as he gave them both deep kisses. He slipped Kit’s shorts off and pulled her onto him, sliding his cock in her pussy. Her boobs jiggled, almost hypnotic, as he bounced her corpses on his lap, his meat slurping in and out like a wet noodle.
He climaxed, hammering her with bearish growls as jets of cum sprayed her dying teeny womb.
As the last sticky drop leaked into her pussy, he shoved Kit aside and pulled Tara’s body on him. Sliding off her shorts, he thrust his cock in her pussy and started bouncing her until her tits flailed about. He climaxed again and filled another sister’s cooling womb with his sticky warmth.
Jesse spent the night fucking every one of their holes. He took them out the next morning and dropped their bodies in a shallow grave, making sure to place their heads between the other’s legs.
