Sam got up and looked at her. "First thing--we don't panic."
He embraced Jennifer and wiped some blood off of her breasts. She felt umfortable and moved his hand away.
"I'm scared Sam! hat have we done?!"
"We've just killed our parents, and good riddance to those assholes. It's just you and me Jen. Now we can do WHATEVER we like."
She pushed him away.
"No! No! We can't! We've got two dead, mutilated bodies in our house! They'll arrest us! I should never agreed to all this man-wolf crap in the first place--now look what's happened to us! We've turned into monsters. I should never have made you into a human, I should never have--"
Sam threw himself upon her.
"Shut up. Shut up. Just shut up. I know that you enjoyed every moment of us fucking like animals. I made you howl. I know you secretly lovd it. I know you were really thrilled to kill your parents. Deep in your heart of hearts you love what's happened to you and me. You love it."
"No, I--"
He pressed his naked body against hers.
"It doesn't matter Jen. You know you'd do anything just to be with me. You fucked your brother. You killed and ate your own mother. You turned into a she-wolf. It's too late to turn back."
She closed her eyes and put her arms around him.
"That's right Jen. Leave it all to me."
"What'll we do Sam?"
"First, let's clean ourselves off, and then clean up a little around the bodies. Then you can get your revenge."
"Revenge?"
"Let's wash ourselves. Then you'll start cleaning. I need to go out."
"What?!"
He flashed her a wolfish grin.
"Trust me."
90 minutes went by. Jen made a neat pile of viscera and bodies in the kitchen. Sam came in.
"Great job Jen. It's time for your revenge."
"What are you talking about?"
"Your revenge on the guy who started all this."
He brought out from behind him a gagged, naked boy and grinned wickedly.
"Your old friend Kyle."