Sisters Shot

Preteen, Teen, Piss, Shooting, No-Sex

The front doors of Clayton Junior High opened onto a warm, yet breezy, June afternoon; cool air escaped the building as a fourteen-year-old girl with jet-black hair to her lower-back stepped through. Ginny Osborne adjusted her glasses with her left hand while holding the door with the other. Her sisters – Christina and Louise, a thirteen-year-old and a twelve-year-old – came through. She walked them, a stack of books clutched in her arms and a green bag hanging from her shoulders, down the concrete steps as almost a hundred other students stormed out of the building behind them.

The younger two Osborne sisters quickly found themselves chatting about their many plans for an exciting summer break, while Ginny remained relatively quiet. As they reached the end of the sidewalk, Ginny briefly closed her eyes and took a deep whiff of the air. The girls crossed the street, and began the mile-long walk home.

“So, Gin,” Louise looked up, “you won’t be returning to junior high in September. Or ever again…”

“As a student, anyways, “ Ginny interrupted.

“Yeah. So, how does it feel?”

“Exciting, but a little terrifying and sad. I will be in high school now, but I’m a freshman again.”

“And I will be the senior sister at Clayton Junior High now,” Christina said while puffing out her chest and holding her chin high.

Louise stopped in front of an alleyway that cut between Jim's Pizza and Jane’s Daycare, and her sisters stopped seconds later.

“Wanna take our usual shortcut, or continue the long way around the block?” She looked from Christina to Ginny.

“Shortcut!”, “The alley!” the girls shouted simultaneously. A few microseconds they disappeared behind Jim’s Pizza.

Ten seconds later, Logan Richards, a classmate of Ginny’s who was more commonly referred to as Logan the Creep, leaned against the wall of the pizza joint and peered into the alleyway. He watched Ginny hand her stack of books to Christina before she climbed up a brick wall. She reached the top and Christina handed each book back one at a time, each of which she carefully dropped to the ground on the other side.

The thud of the last book rang out and Ginny grabbed Christina’s hand, while Louise stood patiently. Logan stepped into the alleyway and pulled his hands, each clutching a River LC9, and fired at the two younger girls. Shots rang out, followed by screams, as Christina slipped from her sister’s grip and, along with Louise, crumbled to the ground. Logan ceased firing after sixteen shots, and, rather than run on the other side of the wall to safety, Ginny jumped down and rushed to her sister’s bodies.

Logan approached to examine the carnage more closely. Louise was wheezing, and coughing up blood, with four wounds through her upper back and two in her ass. Christina died instantly, with one of the six bullets that struck her lodged in the back of her head. Ginny held her in her arms, sobbing, as Logan watched a dark wet spot grow in the crotch of her khakis.

“You should have said yes when I asked you to the dance back in December,” Logan said firmly as he stood over Ginny. She looked up, eyes and cheeks drenched with tears, and her chest expanding rapidly.

“Why? Why did you do this?”

“I told you.”

Ginny stood up and backed away as Logan moved forward, until her back was against the wall.

“Please go away! My sisters need a doctor. Please Logan!”

He grabbed Christina’s blouse and lifted her up and let her fall limply back to the ground.

“This one is beyond anything a doctor can fix, Gin.”

He dragged Louise to her feet by her pigtails; the preteen girl tried to no avail push his arms away, while Ginny screamed. “No! LEAVE HER ALONE!” Logan shoved one of the guns against the bottom of Louise’s chin. Blood splashed down her the front of her neck and shirt as her body went limp. Logan held her up by her pigtails for several seconds, until piss streamed down her legs and soaked her skirt, then let her corpse crumple to the ground.

“I don’t think any doctor can help her either.”

Ginny’s body was shaking, and both fists clutched so tightly that her fingernails were digging into her own flssh.

“Remove your shorts and panties.” Logan began towards Ginny with both guns aimed at her.

“Please don’t, Logan.” She cringed back against the wall as tightly as possible, with her eyes shut.

“I want your pussy, Ginny. It’s all I wanted since I first saw you. “

“No! Please! My first time is supposed to be with someone I love. With James Wheat. Please don’t!”

“Too bad. Your first time will either be with me, or you won’t ever have a first time.” He pressed a gun against the center of each of her breasts. “What will you choose?”

Ginny sniveled and shut her eyes. She took several deep breaths and Logan expected her to give in. She never had a chance, due to sirens blaring in the distance. Ginny’s eyes opened widely and a weak smile appeared on her face.

“Don’t think you’re in the clear, Gin. If I’m not getting your cunt…” Logan pressed one of the guns against the crotch of her shorts and pulled the trigger.

Ginny screamed as a fountain of blood poured from her crotch. She slid down against the wall with both hands cupping her ruined womanhood. Logan pulled two clips from his pockets and reloaded both guns. He aimed at her chest and fired fifteen bullets into her lumpy breasts until her screaming reduced to painful groaning.

He lifted her head up and looked into her dazed eyes, and blood-dripping mouth. “If you had agreed to let me make love to you, the cops would have arrived in time to save your life. Stupid girl.” He pointed the gun at the center of her forehead and ended her life with a bullet in her brain, just as three cop cars stopped in front of the alleyway.

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Well, ths turned out to be longer than 500 words, but I doubt anyone will mind.