Of all movies to watch, it was a crazy Christian "apocalypse" film called "A Distant Thunder" or something crazy like that. It was worse than the cheesiest horror films ever made, something that wouldn't even rate a drive-in double feature back in the old days. It wasn't even worthy of Steve Reeves. Why Melanie wanted to watch this bizarre, poorly produced, low-quality "end times" movie, I had no idea, but I had to admit that the actresses were cute... at least back then, in those hippie clothes and such.
The weirdest part was that one of the "villains," the girl named Sandy, was admittedly one of the most attractive girls in the cast. The main, "Patty", character wasn't bad-looking, either, but I preferred curls at least a little over straight hair. The ominous music at least wasn't half-bad, giving a real feeling of dread and fucking with one's emotions, but damn if it wasn't horribly acted, scripted, and everything else.
When you can predict that the heroine's gonna get her head chopped off on a guillotine well before the end, well, it wasn't much in the way of suspense, was it? I'd apologize for the spoilers, but it's unlikely that you'd waste your time watching this dumpster fire of a movie, anyway, so, sorry, not sorry. The only thing that I didn't expect was that they would end on a cliffhanger of sorts, though it was clear that when the sequel happened, Patty would still lose her head for not taking the Mark of the Beast or whatever.
"Jesus Christ, are all Christian films this dumb?" I teased Melanie with a playful swat as we got up later to do... whatever it was that we would end up doing next.
"Just the corniest ones. I must confess. I mostly watched it because I want to pin Patty down and hate-fuck her... and then take her head, anyway... because she was so sexy, but also such a drama queen and whiny bitch! I guarantee you that I'd have taken the Mark, if for no other reason than I could put a few more fundies to the razor... even if I had to burn in Hell after the fact. Call it spite or whatever, but I'd happily go to Hell just to get to behead a bunch of those wackos! A world without them would be a breath of fresh air, even with a bunch of plagues!" my sister admitted.
"I just wanted to corrupt Wenda or Wendy or whatever her name was... Like, bitch, you already missed the Rapture. You're experiencing literal Hell on Earth. Live a little! Grab Patty's sweet ass, part those cheeks, and rim her 'til she screams your name! Same thing with Sandy. They should have tag-teamed Wenda. Patty and Sandy, that is... maybe have Jerry and Diane join in the fun. But that's my dirty mind for you!" Heather laughed, "you know how I am! Especially YOU, studmuffin!"
With that, Heather pounced on me and began having her way with me on the couch. Melanie pinned my wrists, Janine my ankles, Becca tickled my feet, and Paige sat on my face while Heather bounced up and down on my pole. I began to have the sneaky suspicion that the girls had decided among themselves that I was to impregnate them all while on lockdown. That would make it impossible to hide paternity, of course. Mom and Dad, not to mention Eddie, would be well-aware that I bred all five ladies. Why would they want that?
"You do realize that we're your harem, in case you missed that for some reason so far. We are YOUR harem! Including Becca, trust me on that. We're your harem. We belong to you. That much has been clearer by the hour, at least to me. It's just things are," Heather declared.
"True. Just because I'm Eddie's doesn't make me any less Simon's and vice versa. I belong to both guys, just as Paige and Heather belong to each other... and to Simon! We should all just fucking live together. Me, Eddie, Simon, Melanie, Janine, Heather, and Paige. In a way, even Eddie's in the harem. As Simon's cuck," Becca concurred with a playful tone that made me wonder if she was facetious about some of that.
