Kara, Orchid, Nathaniel, and Eldridge, who was wearing Caledonia, motored out to suburbia, where they endlessly circled through the housing development looking for the party.

Nathaniel and Eldridge sat in the back seat. They didn’t get much time together without Jithinia, and they tried to be discrete when she was around since they didn’t want to hurt her feelings, didn’t want her to think they loved each other more than they loved her. Their minds were drawn together, their third eyes bound together as if magnetized. They kissed, snaking their tongues together and savoring the taste of each other’s breath.

Eldridge laid his head face down in Nathaniel’s lap and enjoyed the smell as Nathaniel stroked his lover’s hair. Eldridge mouthed Nathaniel’s cockhead through the vinyl, desperately wanting to taste cock. Nathaniel’s cock hardened. He unzipped his pants and exposed himself. Eldridge played the coquette. He looked up at Nathaniel and showed his desire with his eyes before he took the cock into his mouth. Nathaniel moaned without meaning to, and in the rearview mirror, Kara saw the guilt written on his face.

Eldridge wanted a mouthful of cum, and he wouldn’t be satisfied if they arrived at the party before he got one. He fucked his own face with Nathaniel’s cock. Each stroke, he slid the cock out to the tip and then opened his mouth so as not to make contact on the down stroke. When the cock went deep, he pursed his lips around the base, laid his tongue against the cock, and slid the cock out to the tip again. He did this rapidly, deeply, pausing every few strokes to lap his tongue wildly against the tip, begging for seed.

Finally, Nathaniel’s cock swelled and then jerked as Nathaniel released and filled up Eldridge’s mouth with cum. Eldridge swallowed quickly so as not to spill any. Afterwards, since he had ruined his lipstick, he took a tissue from his purse and wiped it all off.

The house, a prefab paradise, epitomized the conformity of the neighborhood. By the time they found the place, not only was the yard full of cars, but also, cars lined the street in either direction. As they walked up to the house, they saw two guys in the yard who were beating each other with broomsticks.

“Shit, that’s Josh McMillan,” Nathaniel said.

Orchid said, “Yeah. It’s his house. He inherited it when his dad died, and he rents out rooms to Mac and some other guys.”

“Shit!” Nathaniel said. “Is Jason gonna be here? We got in a fight the other day.”

“Not necessarily. Jason lives with their mom. His parents were divorced.”

You want I should kill him? Eldridge communicated telepathically.

Are you kidding? You don’t want that asshole inside you, Nathaniel hummed his reply.

Josh ran away from the other guy. He grabbed what looked like a stick of dynamite off the front porch. He sparked his lighter and lit the fuse. Then laughing like a maniac, he chased after the other guy. “Ya dumb ass!” he yelled.

The Roman candle went off with a thunderous boom, boom, boom! “Dance motherfucker!” Jason yelled as the other guy dodged the balls of fire that were flying at him.

Inside, the house smelled of testosterone and bad ideas. There were people everywhere, freaks and norms alike, making out in dark corners, passing out on the floor, throwing up in trashcans, thrashing their heads to the music, and smoking dope and cigarettes until the whole house was like the inside of a bong.

An Asian boy sat on a love seat next to Monica. They were writing notes on a little pad and passing them back and forth. She showed him what she wrote, and when he laughed, he made an O shape with his mouth, bobbed his head, and made a noise that sounded like Santa Claus at high speed.

Mac, who was shirtless, sat on a beanbag, headbanging to the In Flames CD blaring from an oversized stereo. “Hey guys! Keg’s in the kitchen,” he said. Just then, Dorian ran into the room and threw a poker card at him. Mac ducked. The card hit the drywall behind him and left a ding. He picked up the card off the floor and took his shot. The card whizzed into Dorian’s cheek, cutting him and drawing blood.

“Son of a bitch!” Dorian yelled.

“Don’t mind us. Dorian found a book dumpster diving on how to use playing cards as weapons,” Mac said. “It’s all in the wrist.”

A rebel without a shirt, Dorian wore a leather vest, matching pants, and a studded leather ivy cap. He had fresh, pink scars all over his chest and arms from cutting himself. “Anybody wanna come downstairs and see my steel surgical table? I just got it off eBay.”

“You have a surgical table?” Kara asked.

“Yeah. I’m really into medical equipment. I have a thing for feeling cold steel against my naked ass.”

“That’s fascinating,” Kara said.

“Yeah. I really like leg braces.”

“What?”

“I wanna fuck a chick who’s wearing leg braces. I think that’s hot.”

“Well then, you’d sure love my sister.”

Nathaniel hummed, See anyone you like?

That Asian boy over there, Eldridge mentally replied.

Han Lou? But he’s deaf.

I know. When he laughs, he makes a little O with his mouth and bobs his head. It looks like he’s sucking dick. It’s so cute. I have to have him.

But he’s deaf!

So? I’m an equal opportunity killer.

I don’t know how I feel about you fucking him. I’m kind of jealous.

It’s just sex, Nathaniel. I love you. Let’s get some beer.

Nathaniel and Eldridge made their way to the kitchen, where they ran into Zayne and Audrey.

“Hey, Nathaniel, we were just talking about you,” Audrey said.

“What about?”

“That time me and you scared the hell out of our anatomy teacher,” Zayne said.

“Oh, yeah. We had this pig to dissect. We painted its toenails black with a marker, gave it an earring, and carved a pentagram into its forehead. Mrs. Brown totally freaked.”

Jimmy was operating the keg. He filled a plastic cup with beer, handed it to Nathaniel, and filled another for Caledonia. He said, “Hey Nathaniel. Where’s Jithinia?”

“She had other plans,” Nathaniel said.

“Did you two split up?”

“No, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. She’s always with you.”

Ian walked up to Nathaniel and whispered into his ear, “Watch this shit.” Then he whispered something into Zayne’s ear.

“Hey Jimmy,” Zayne said, “Why does your dad jog so much?”

Jimmy looked pissed. He yelled, “That ain’t funny! “Daddy lost his legs in Nam!”

Zayne looked horrified. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Ian, you asshole!”

Nathaniel laughed so hard that beer came out of his nose. Jimmy pointed at Zayne and started laughing.

“Ha-ha-ha! Got you, fuck nuts!” Ian said.

Eldridge and Nathaniel chugged their beers, refilled their cups, and found an empty sofa in the living room. Jason McMillan, who had a broken nose and a black eye, and Mary Anne Radcliff, who was wearing her cheerleading uniform, walked in the front door.

Mary Anne was one of those people contented to think little thoughts, never a worry or concern that the God she worshipped could ever be fallible. She cheated her way through history, writing the answers on her legs and raising her skirt to see them. She didn’t watch the news because it was depressing, and her only plans for the future were cheerleading practice on Tuesday and the upcoming dance after the big game.

Nathaniel shifted in his seat. Shit! Jason just walked in, he spoke with his mind’s voice. Maybe we should just go.

Is that his girlfriend? Eldridge hummed.

Yeah.

She’s the one, Nathaniel. You will have her.

I don’t think I can go through with this.

If you don’t, you risk loosing control and killing Jithinia. You can’t let that happen.

But I don’t think I can do it again.

You can. You will. When the time comes, it will just happen, just like last time. You can’t stop it anymore than a lion can resist the flesh of a gazelle. Don’t be nervous.

Do I have to fuck her, too? I have always thought of sex as an expression of love, but last time, I fucked the boy I killed. It was so -– animalistic. Can I just kill her?

I don’t know. I’ve never tried to resist such urges. It’s not like I ever had anyone to love. We can’t help what we are. Just accept it. Stop thinking so much.

Ian walked into the room, whistling, with a VHS tape under his arm. He popped it into the VCR. He turned off In Flames and turned the sound up on the TV. The image was blurry at first, and finally, the camera focused on a butt plug that was suctioned to the floor. It was no ordinary butt plug, but rather one that, if painted orange, could’ve been used to direct traffic. A naked man appeared on the screen.

That’s my dad!” Jason yelled. He made a move to cut off the television, but Ian grabbed him and restrained him.

“Huh-uh, man, this is funny!” Ian said.

“Josh! Josh!” Jason yelled, but his brother never came.

More people came into the room to watch. Jason’s dad looked into the camera and showed the audience a remote control. He turned the dial, and the butt plug began to vibrate. He walked over to the butt plug, lubed up his asshole, and slammed down on the road cone like a seasoned professional. The sound of the vibrations muted as the sex toy disappeared into his ass, only to intensify again as the butt plug reappeared. As he fucked his own ass, he cried out, “Oh yeah! Oh yeah!”

Everyone burst out laughing. At this, Jason tore loose from Ian’s grip. He flipped off the TV, retrieved the tape from the VCR, threw it on the ground, and stomped it. He screamed, “That sick fuck! It’s bad enough he had to do that shit, but why did he have to tape it?” Tears poured down his face.

“Calm down, man. Have a drink,” Mac said and handed Jason a bottle of Captain Morgan’s Spiced Rum. Jason turned up the bottle and imbibed a pirate’s share.

Monica said, “It’s not a big deal, Jason. I used to fuck my boyfriend in the ass with a strap-on.”

“Did you pay him, ‘cause I better be gettin’ cash if I’m gettin’ rammed in the ass,” Ian said. “I don’t like my asshole touched. I’m not into anything in my ass. No! No! Taboo. That’s how priests do it. It’s naughty. I’m going to hell. Forgive me, Jesus. Then it all comes back to them. I’ve got these feelings, and I don’t know what to do with them. Pour this communion wine on your tit, little boy, ‘cause I wanna lick it off.”

“Yeah, a monk sees the brown eye and just sticks his dick on in it,” Mac said.

Dorian put T.S.O.L.’s Revenge on the stereo. He bounced with the music and sang along.

“Do you still work at the mall?” Zayne asked Monica.

“Yes,” Monica said.

“Is that guy that power walks everyday from open to close still there?” Zayne asked.

“Yes. Is he retarded or something? He walked into me and knocked me down one day, and he didn’t even stop power walking to see if I was okay.”

“He used to leave his sweater in front of my store, so I dropped it into one of the fountains,” Zayne said.

“Dude, you should have taken it to the bathroom, took a shit in it, wadded it up, and put it back,” Audrey said. “Or you could do what Nathaniel did to Billy Ray. He took Billy Ray’s jacket and stuck straight pins in the sleeves so they couldn’t be seen. When Billy Ray put that shit on, he screamed like bitch!”

“Why did you do such an awful thing?” Mary Anne asked.

“Just to be cruel.” Nathaniel shrugged. “Why not?”

“One of our teachers had a two-thousand-dollar tree. I was assigned to water it each week, so I poured salt water on it and killed it,” Audrey said.

“My brother put Ajax in the art teacher’s plant,” Monica said.

“I put batteries in the clay kiln,” Ian confessed. “Fucked that kiln up!”

Audrey said, “Ask Zayne what he said to Principal Wooten the day we got into that fight.”

“What did you say?” Ian asked.

“All I said was somebody get me a coat hanger.”


“She’s pregnant!” Audrey said. “The look on her face! Oh my God!”

Let’s do this, Eldridge hummed.

While Eldridge called a cab, Nathaniel told Kara that Caledonia was feeling sick, and that they were going to take a cab home.

The cab dropped them off at The Crazy Celt’s Pub, where Eldridge had parked the GTO earlier that day. They retrieved a bag from the trunk and took turns changing in the bar’s bathroom, which was a unisex, one seater.

Nathaniel and Caledonia went into the bar, but Seth and Jeremy came out. They doubled back to the party.

I just wish I could bypass the stupid pick up lines ‘cause nothin’ ever sounds right, Nathaniel hummed.

But they always say yes, nonetheless, Eldridge hummed.

By the time they returned, Jason was laying face down in the floor. He was wasted, and his pants and underwear had been yanked down to his ankles. Josh sat on top of him, pinning him down. He had a razor in one hand, a beer in the other, and he was shaving his brother’s bare ass. Mary Anne just watched and laughed.

Jason squirmed loose from his captor. Ian had passed out drunk on the sofa. Jason ran over to Ian, stuck his bare asshole on Ian’s face, and let one rip. Ian jumped up out of his stupor, and everyone burst out laughing because Ian had a brown ring on his nose.

Eldridge found the deaf boy in the kitchen. He touched the boy to get his attention. “Do you want to come home with me and party?”

As the boy read Eldridge’s lips, the idea was rooted in his mind. He said, “Yes. What’s your name?” He spoke in the garbled tongue of the deaf, his inflection not quite right.

“Seth.”

“I’m Han Lou.”

Jason ran off, chasing after his pants, which were now the object of a game of keep away. Mary Anne slouched on the sofa. She was very drunk and so relaxed that she let her legs open up. Nathaniel wasn’t the only one looking up her skirt.

He sat down next to her. He pulled his smokes from his jacket pocket and offered her one. She had never smoked before, but she accepted, and he knew that he controlled her. He had her out the door before Jason ever retrieved his pants.


* * *

Back at the apartment, Jithinia and Danielle sat together, watching The Crow. Jithinia nibbled Danielle’s earlobe and then ran her tongue around the lobe and into the soft cavern of Danielle’s ear, which flushed with heat. Then she kissed and nibbled the tender part of Danielle’s neck, where she felt the blood flowing just beneath the surface of Danielle’s thin skin.

Danielle felt safe, knowing that Jithinia would not penetrate her little wound. She draped herself facedown across Jithinia’s lap. Jithinia slid her hand up under Danielle’s shirt and tickled Danielle’s back, up at the top, above the corset, where she lightly traced Danielle’s scars as she had done to Nathaniel so many times before.

Next, she explored under the waistband of Danielle’s skirt, just beneath the corset, at the indention at the small of her back. She ran her fingers under Danielle’s panties and down the crack of Danielle’s ass, where her tiny fingers probed as five little penises. Danielle wiggled her bottom.

Jithinia withdrew her hand. She pulled up Danielle’s skirt and pulled down Danielle’s panties. She rubbed Danielle’s smooth little bottom. She pulled her hand back and, with a pop, lightly smacked Danielle’s ass. The little pink hand impressions remained. Jithinia rubbed and tickled Danielle’s little rump. Delighting in the touch, Danielle moaned and humped up and down as she writhed with pleasure. Pop! Pop! Jithinia smacked Danielle’s ass again.

Danielle changed positions, so that her head rested on the carpet and her pussy was up in Jithinia’s face. Jithinia inhaled the perfume of Danielle’s tortured sex, sweet musk like a wet forest after a light rain. She ran her tongue around Danielle’s outer pussy lips and then circled Danielle’s pink pearl. Jithinia shoved her tongue inside. Danielle’s nether lips kissed back. Jithinia sucked on Danielle’s clitoris, and it swelled to its fullest. Danielle felt as if her body could not hold her being. She flushed pink all over, and trilled a delightful melody in her orgasmic tongue. Danielle’s pussy tasted like a foaming creek cascading over mountain rocks, and Jithinia fed on the little spring of juices that bubbled forth from her.

Danielle trembled all over. Jithinia gathered her up in her arms and held her. She stroked Danielle’s hair and whispered, “I love you,” over and over again, until Danielle fell asleep in her arms.


* * *

Eldridge and Nathaniel took their victims with them back to Seth’s house. This was an exercise in control, as Eldridge taught his brother the ropes of murder. They really only needed one victim. Since they shared a soul, a killing by one of them satisfied the needs of the other. Eldridge considered enjoying the night vicariously through his brother, but he also considered this night a celebration, and what was a celebration without a little excess?

Nathaniel was a quick learner. He and Eldridge hypnotized their victims in such a way that each victim perceived the events as his or her killer intended, and thus, each victim’s experience was unique, despite the fact that they were being murdered simultaneously, side by side, on the same bed.

If it wasn’t for the cheerleading uniform, Nathaniel didn’t think he could go through with it, but once he started, he rather enjoyed himself.

Though their weapons, as well as the results, were identical, the brothers differed in their methods and madness. Eldridge was, at times, guilty of schadenfreude, but he was not a sadist. On the contrary, he was a thorough and gentle lover, always allowing his victims a little death before the grand mal that followed. He liked his killings to be quick and humane, but his brother possessed a cruelty that surpassed anything Eldridge had ever done. It both fascinated and disturbed him. He was amazed at how quickly and completely Nathaniel turned from human to monster.

Eldridge romanticized his grisly role in his victim’s demise. For Han Lou, Eldridge was just another lover. His death would be merciful, a tender prick through an ear that didn’t even work. Eldridge would even let the boy hear his own lustful grunts, a wish granted, before his demise, and once inside Eldridge, though powerless and not much more than a dream, Han Lou would at least hear through Eldridge’s ears.

Mary Anne, on the other hand, would suffer greatly. Nathaniel terrorized her, played the bogeyman in her nightmare. He metamorphosed back into himself, for he wanted Mary Anne to know who killed her. No ropes bound her to the bed, but she thought they did. No duct tape held her eyes wide open, but she could not close them. No gag gagged her but this, too, seemed real to her. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Nathaniel’s cock bulged in his pants as he felt his brother’s cock sink into Han Lou’s ass. Mary Anne looked at the bulge in Nathaniel’s pants with fear.

“Don’t worry,” Nathaniel said. “I’m not gonna rape you. Your filthy cunt isn’t worthy of my seed.” With a mischievous grin on his face, Nathaniel straddled the girl. “I am going to kill you, though.”

Mary Anne started screaming, and her screams sounded muffled as if she really were gagged. She struggled against imaginary ropes. “And if you have one, I’m going to eat your soul.”

He made sure she knew in advance that she would be trapped inside him, locked away from God, heaven, her loved ones already passed, and most importantly, the title of queen at the upcoming dance.

Then he ripped her panties all the way from crotch to the elastic waistband, so that she still wore them, though now they were in tatters. He laughed when he saw her hymen. To think, the star athlete never got a home run.

He spread her legs and got on his knees between them. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He reached forward and spread her pussy lips, exposing her hymen. He laid his cockhead there against her virginal hole, ready to penetrate, anticipating the very moment that he would deflower her.

She cried out in pain as he opened her up and made her bleed. He had a hard time going in, but he forced his cock in, inch by inch, until she gave and swallowed him up as far as she could. The image of her destroyed innocence was almost enough to make him cum.

He raped her violently and enjoyed her pain, enjoyed fucking the tears out of her. The harder she cried, the harder he fucked her. His favorite part was when she cried out for her mother. It was then, at that moment, at the height of her pain and fear, that he drove the hatpin into her ear. Her sorrow was the likes of which would damn her soul to roam the earth a hungry ghost if not for Nathaniel’s appetite.

Nathaniel forbade the mind he shared with his brother to know an orgasm with another. He demanded his brother roll off the corpse. He kicked Han Lou and Mary Anne both to floor, and he spilled his seed not in the belly of a dead whore, but in the warm tight ass of his brother, a living creature, for such love and treasures should not be wasted on the dead, but offered as sacrifices to each other.