Page 64 of Heart of a Killer

“The both of you are a couple of freaks, and I love it,” Brie states, guiding me to crouch in front of Alex.

She does the same on the opposite side and swipes her fingers through the blood dripping down my cheek. Then she wipes it in the valley of my breasts before massaging them in her palms. My pussy clenches at the sensation, and my fingers graze along my inner thigh up to my clit, making me shiver.

“I’ve always wanted to try this,” Brie purrs, grabbing hold of my mounds and placing Alex’s cock between them.

She uses them to jerk off Alex while her tongue traces his head. My arousal leaks onto my calf at her using me to work his shaft. My fingers reach my apex, dipping below the fabric of the boxers, and begin circling my clit. The nerve endings are sparking, and my core pulses, grasping for more of the euphoria. The blood from my chest coats him, lubricating the friction between my breasts.

Alex begins thrusting into us, and his grunts get louder. Brie’s mouth pulls off his cock, and she rubs the saliva around, massaging the tip. I grab a handful of her hair and pull her into a kiss with Alex between us, and both our tongues lap him up.

Alex’s movements become more ragged, and his groans grow louder. My insides quiver at the reaction we elicit from him, and a moan escapes my lips. The vibrations from my mouth send him over the edge. His thighs tense as he thrusts up one last time. Brie and I lean back as ropes of cum spray over our chests.

Brie’s fingers brush over my breast, causing goosebumps to erupt over my flesh. She plays in his release, swirling around the blood and cum before bringing it to her tongue and licking it off.

“Mmhmm, that was fun,” Brie muses with lust-filled eyes. “This is the kinky shit I’m talking about.”

I lie back with a huff. The hardwood floor presses into my back and cools my heated skin. The exhaustion finally takes over, my limbs limp at my sides. The ceiling swirls above me as if I’m coming down from an intense high.

I’ve never felt so alive.

Brie clears her throat, gaining my attention, and I turn my head to look at her. She points to my dead dad, still lying tied to a chair. His chest is caved in from how many times I stabbed him. He doesn’t even look human anymore.

“What do we do with him?” I ask.

“This house is a graveyard. Might as well put him where he deserves,” Alex states, pulling his pants up.

“Where is that?”

His eyes cut to mine, and I chew on the inside of my cheek, hoping he won’t say what I think he will.

Alex unties Steven from the chair and hoists him up by his shoulders. “Grab a leg, ladies,” he commands.

We carry him through the house and up the first flight of stairs. All the while, blood pours out of his chest and soaks Brie and me. I look as if I could have starred inHouse of 1000 Corpseswith my tits out like they are.

Once we begin to walk up the second set of steps, the rancid smell from earlier grows more potent, and my stomach churns. Alex turns the knob to a room I never wanted to visit again. My nose scrunches as the rotten aroma hits me, along with a swarm of flies, and I throw a hand up to cover my face.

Gagging sounds come from Brie as she chokes out, “Who the fuck died in here? This is the rankest smell I’ve ever experienced in my whole life.”

I can’t say the same, since my face was once mere inches away from a decaying head, but it is awful.

“My mom,” Alex says.

She’s still lying where I killed her, but now she’s more liquid than solid. Pieces of her flesh have melted off, and only half of her face sags on the bone. When we toss Steven on the bed beside her, the skin that was hanging on sloughs off, leaving her entire skull on display. I can’t hold it in anymore. My stomach contents hurl out of me, splashing the floorboards beside the bed.

“Okay, we’re done here. I’m getting a shower so I don’t smell like the corpse” Brie announces, running out of the room.

“I’m coming too,” I holler, running after her.

27

Alex

While the girls are getting cleaned up, I pull out my ID card printer from the bottom drawer of the desk and open the email my cousin Anna sent me. She’s offered for us to come and hide out with her in Cali. This is a great idea. Plus, we should be incognito from the Feds for a while with the fakes she sent.

The whir of the machine rings through the small office, and I’m mesmerized by the pictures. I found the ones of Sky and Brie on their socials. Brie looks bored with life, and I can only imagine what it must’ve been like before ending up in the psych ward. She seems happier now, though. Sky is a little timid, with her hair hanging in front of her face. I should’ve found a better picture for her, but I doubt she’ll get into as much trouble as Brie and I would.

I took care of the vehicle situation already by buying a cheap, nondescript car from town—one that’s had a For Sale sign on it for weeks—and placing one of my California license plates on it. I travel to visit Anna as often as possible, making the trip muscle memory.

The squares of plastic clatter on the desk each time the printer completes an ID. Once it’s all done, I swipe them and head out.

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