>Lynn Loud Jr. grated. Next to her, Loli faced the dinner table, her hands braced on the edge, and bounced on Lincoln’s lap, the wet, rhythmic slapping of their flesh like a mocking chant. Everyone else stared awkwardly down at their plates and picked at their food, too uncomfortable to eat or even get up. Across from her, Lyle angrily chewed his lower lip, one half of his face covered in a big, red, stinging, Loli sized handprint. Next to Lemy, Lacy’s nose was red and swollen from where Lincoln stiff armed her out of the way to get to Loli, and Lemy’s arm was in a sling. He made the mistake of reaching for a sheet of cookies Loli made for Lincoln, and she twisted his arm behind his back.
 
>Lincoln, head thrown back and hands gripping Loli’s hips, grunted every time his daughter sank herself onto his dick. Lynn bitterly remembered when she used to do that.
 
>Finally, she snapped. “Can you not do this at the table?” she asked and threw her hand up.
 
>”What?” Lincoln asked.
 
>”Fuck your daughter! I'm trying to eat and all I can smell is her vagina!”
 
>Loli glanced at her. Face red, sweaty, loose strands of hair veiling her eyes. “Daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy.”
 
>”I am not jealous because he hasn’t touched me in six months!” Lynn yelled. Her voice quivered and tears filled her eyes. “I’m not.”
 
>”He hasn’t touched me in eight,” Lori said.
 
>Luan sighed. “I can’t even remember what The Log looks like.”
 
>”Yeah, this is totally bogus,” Luna slurred, drunk as usual, “I’m reduced to sleeping with my own son.”
 
>Lemy cringed. “Really?” he demanded. “What, am I not good enough for you?”
 
>Luna rolled her eyes. “It’s not that, it’s -”
 
>”It’s that you and your sisters are hung up on Dad even though he doesnt’ want you anymore,” Lemy said, passion creeping into his voice. “You all look desperate and pathetic.”
 
>”Dude, chill,” Lyle said.
 
>”Fuck you,” Lemy said, “trap.”
 
>Lyle’s face turned crimson. “What did you just call me?”
 
>”You heard me,” Lemy said, “luring dudes into dickville.”
 
>Lyle stood up. “How about I lure you into an asswhipping?”
 
>Pushing away from the table, Lemy started to get up too, but Lori’s voice stayed him. “Enough,” she said firmly. “Both of you sit down.”
 
>Grumbling, they did what they were told.
 
>Sighing, Lori looked around the table. “Loan, honey, how was your day?”
 
>Loan didn’t look up from her food. “Stressful. Anxious. Nervewracking.”
 
>So the usual.
 
>”Lacy?”
 
>”Played sports,” Lacy mumbled. “Because Mom wanted me to,” she added bitterly.
 
>”And there we go,” Lynn spat and sat back from the table. “Boo hoo, I have to play sports instead of sit around the house all day, pity me.”
 
>”I hate sports!” Lacy cried and jumped to her feet. “And I hate you!”
 
>Lynn’s eyes flashed, and she leaned over the table. “Go to your room!”
 
>Crying, Lacy ran away.
 
>In her seat, Luna swayed back and forth. “Man, I’m so fucked up,” she said and pressed her hand to her head.
 
>”Lyra,” Lori said, “how was your day?”
 
>”Good,” Lyra said, “we had a bake sale at church.”
 
>”Daddy daddy daddy,” Loli gasped.
 
>Lyra’s eyes narrowed. “God is, too, real.”
 
>”Daddy daddy daddy,” Loli said in a mocking singsong voice.
 
>”Yes he is,” Lyra said and smiled coldly. “You’ll see one of these days when you go to hell for incest.”
 
>”Like you?” Lucy sniffed.
 
>”I don’t do that,” Lyra stated.
 
>”You mean you don’t suck Lemy’s dick?” Lupa asked.
 
>”No.”
 
>”Yes you do,” Luan said. “We all know it.”
 
>”Daddy daddy daddy daddy,” Loli said.
 
>”I’m not going to hell!” Lyra screamed. She got up and stormed off, the cross around her neck rustling.
 
>Lori sighed and looked at Lincoln; he thrusted up into Loli and she cried out as he filled her with cum.
 
>Was it just her, or was this family getting more and more dysfunctional as time went on?