I guess their sister's boyfriend was an undercover werewoman hunter in a neighborhood where unshaven girls were deemed disgusting and frowned upon. One night he tricked Larry's hairy sister into going to a bar with him where waited two other undercover "hair hunters" who were ready to gang up on her. These other two werewoman hunters were posing as the bar's owners. They were all four sitting around the bar talking after hours when one of them got out a straight razor. Larry's hairy sister's boyfriend then showed his true colors by dragging her into the backroom screaming, saying he was going to shave her hairy pussy along with her head from her neck! It all got carried away as the three hair hunters shaved their victim's pussy bald; then they fucked her; then they told her to squat down on the floor as her brain was quickly filled with a couple silver bullets. At least all three of the murdering werewoman hunters are dead now, but they left a mark on the girl's two brothers that has been a source of occasional, wonderful entertainment for me.

Larry has a habit of forcing me to watch this "Tribute" tape he made in honor of his hairy sister after her death. It's a compilation of home movie footage he'd filmed of her over the years. So we're sitting there watching the Super Bowl. Malcolm is dressed in leopard-print tights and some frilly, ruffled purple, buttoned-down pirate shirt, with his horrid, black wig on and cheap make-up caked all over his face. He's playing the role of the "little woman of the house," cooking Larry and me up a huge dinner. He keeps ranting and raving about some "nigger" who stole his bicycle earlier in the week, here in my home town. Larry always used to warn me to never bring up black people around Malcolm because I guess the reason he left the Big City in the first place was because the "damn niggers" kept stealing his bicycle, or whatever, so now he is raging mad that they even did it in this smaller town.

Gallery: Silver blonde with tanned body gets on her knees to show a hairy vagina.

We're watching the game, Larry is getting more and more drunk. I'm trying not to drink because it sometimes sends me into a werewolf rage, but being around these two makes it very hard. The game starts looking like it's gonna be a "blow-out," so Larry puts in an Air Supply CD and starts playing his dead, murdered hairy sister's tribute tape on the VCR. I can't fucking take it. I grab a beer and start guzzling. It's all too wonderfully morbid and blissfully depressing not to drink. Larry sits there on the sofa with his thin, blonde hair and receding hair line; his sad, droopy blue eyes are staring at the TV screen, looking at footage of his dead, murdered hairy sister's high school graduation. "Awwww . . . there's my girl," Larry says, smiling sadly, as I notice there is a tiny bulge protruding from his crotch beneath his sweat pants. Malcolm starts singing this song he says he wrote called "That's why hair is on your pussy". He says that at half-time he'll get his guitar out. Larry has an outright boner, I notice, by the time the tribute tape gets to the part where his sweet, young blond-haired sister with beaming blue eyes is shown playing with the family dog on the living room floor of the house where Larry grew up. Larry is with her; they are both laughing and having fun. His sister is naked and her furry blonde bush looks almost as thick as the dog's furry coat! Malcolm can be heard in the background, even then, playing "That's why hair is on your pussy" on his guitar.

Gallery: Woman with great smile spreads her legs and gives a glimpse of the mystery of her furry vagina.

Seeing Larry's murdered sister's hairy pussy is making me sooooo fucking hard I want to howl! "Good thing I brought my werewolf mask," I think to myself as I start guzzling beers to catch up with Larry's near three hour head start. My werewolf cock starts getting a out of control, looking at Larry's cute, murdered hirsute woman sister on the TV screen, imagining her naked, pale dead titties rubbing against my face as she sits atop my lap, straddling my legs. Her face is covered in blood and her hair is a beautiful blonde MOP of grue, red shiny blood all dried up and caked and mangling her hair. Pink, shiny brain bits drip down her beautiful, dead face in tears of rivers of her blood and in thin streams travel between her luscious, frozen titties. The titties of the young, the murdered, the rapturous. Oh, to feel her dead, clammy cold hairy blonde pussy lips surrounding my stiff cock right then would have been amazing. Ride me, moon girl. Ride my cock and howl at the moon as I sit in this recliner, staring into your dead, dry eyes as I contemplate your sorrow and commune with your murdered, witchy soul and get hard from Scary Larry's pain and the purgatory he puts you in by never forgetting about how much he loved you. Your pubic hairs belong on the head of an angel.

Gallery: Cute petite redhead secretary shows her furry bush while atop her desk.

Malcolm puts a bowl of fresh salad before me, on the coffee table, something to nibble on before the main course to be presented at half-time. Larry starts rubbing his crotch as we both feel the palpable presence of the wailing, crying tear-stained ghost of his murdered werewoman sister in the room. I struggle to eat my salad; crispy, cold lettuce; ripe, juicy tomatoes smothered in tangy French dressing, bright orange like the sun, like the moon I imagine is Larry's dead hairy sister's gorgeous ass before me, knowing what secrets it would reveal, having been to the land of the tragically dying; the hellishly crying, screaming, "Please don't shave my pussy! Please don't shoot me!" Then Larry flips the football game back on real quick so we can catch up on the score. I'm winning my bet by a long shot. I'm feeling good, getting a buzz on; getting my swerve on, then Larry gets up to put in a different tape. We turn off Air Supply and Malcolm sits next to Larry on the sofa, guitar in hand. He starts playing "That's why hair is on your pussy." It's a folksy, country-sounding song. It nearly makes me cry.

"Baby, you rock my world. That's why hair is on your pussy."

Gallery: Confident long-haired babe with big vinyl boots has an unshaven pussy that is very enticing.

I start to cackle, laughing hysterically, as I see what Larry has now put in the VCR. Larry smiles at me, knowing expression on his face. He realizes that I love this footage he'd taken of a house fire in his neighborhood back in the Big City. The tape starts out just showing this small house up in flames; firemen with their hoses and their water; neighbors looking on. Then the ambulance comes. Then Malcolm, Larry and I all decide to take our pants off as we watch the tape. I giddily put my werewolf mask on as our hard cocks bounce up in down in eager anticipation of being stroked; of being touched, as we sit in a circle on the carpet in front of the TV. We watch as the EMTs go into the house. My gorgeous cock is stiff and already dripping salty, luscious pre-cum. I am the Epitome of Erection Perfection and ready to be morbidly masturbated as Larry's blond pubes stand on end, so excited he is; so delighted he is to feel his brother, Malcolm's hand grab his sack of nuts, fondling his bluish, purple scrotum and then start to jack him off. Larry does the same for me, stroking my cock, and I continue the circle by masturbating Malcolm's tiny pecker that is nearly lost in the forest of his disgusting black pubes. This creepy tranvestite gives me a perverse smile, a look of endearment and I am thankful that we only do this once a year, during the Super Bowl, this Circle Jerk to summon Larry's dead murdered hirsute werewoman sister from the grave, if only in our thoughts; if only in our pubic hair-covered hearts as her hirsute spirit rises from the center of the circle, titties squirting blood from her nipples, splattering her rich, luscious Eucharist all over our faces. Her sweet, succulent ass cheeks open wide and beckon us to die with her, to climb back into her scary hairy beautiful werewoman vagina if just for tonight, as I swoon and submit, totally giving in to this sorcerous Super Bowl Sabbath of golden love and intoxicating death of the Oakland Raiders.

Gallery: Hirsute woman in pig tails has a black-haired bush and a very innocent face with sweet smile.

Then we all begin to cum, screaming and laughing as our semen spews like the water from the firehoses on the videotape we are watching. We see the EMTs coming out of the burning house with stretchers, three of them, and lying on each one is the charred, burnt corpse of one the werewoman hunters that killed Larry's hairy sister on that horrible night. Larry says it is a total, miraculous coincidence that he was there with his video camera the night their hideout caught fire. The hunters were evidently having a "pubic hair burning" in their living room fireplace when the fire got out of control; at least that's the "official story". "Awwww . . .there's my boys," Larry says as Malcolm puts a drop of his own semen to his lips, feeling he is somehow redeemed for having his bicycle stolen. I can't help but start laughing as the bodies of the three burnt black crispy critters are covered up with sheets from head to toe, amazed that I went 9-2 gambling on the NFL playoffs that year, and amazed that so much fun was already had when Malcolm hadn't even served up the main course.