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The Shadow of his Heart	By : Catspeaker Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 12692 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It wasn’t an easy decision on Lucy’s part to leave home for the weekend. It had taken every ounce of her courage and willpower to do so. But she ultimately decided it was for the best, for her, for Lincoln, for Lynn, for everyone.
She knew she wouldn’t be able to stand watching Lynn and Lincoln together. She knew how it would tear at her, how her jealousy would claw at her mind, rip at her heart and prey on her nerves.
She knew she would inevitably end up trying to disrupt Lynn’s time with Lincoln and insert herself into their activities like an insecure envious girlfriend who couldn’t bare to see her boyfriend spend time and have fun with another woman.
She knew it would only feed a slow growing realization within Lucy.
She was becoming insecure.
She was starting to fear her place in Lincoln's heart was tenuous and that she could lose it at any moment.
But that's not what made the situation worse.
The worst part was, that other woman was Lincoln’s sister, and a woman that Lynn actually loved and respected.
Lynn was Lucy's sister too, and she loved Lynn. She honestly truly loved her older sister.
She had shared a room with Lynn for years, and as different as they were, as much as they had their arguments and fights, Lynn had been there for her growing up. Lynn had been an older sister that had looked out for her, and helped her, and listened to her. Lynn had also been someone she could confide in about her feelings.
But that was because Lynn had feelings of her own for Lincoln, feelings that ran just as deep as Lucy’s did.
Which was ultimately what made this so complicated, so painful, so frustrating for Lucy.
Lincoln DESERVED time with his older sister.
What was Lucy supposed to do? Be the absolute psycho girlfriend and tell Lincoln that he wasn’t allowed to spend time with Lynn? That he couldn't be around his own family just because she knew Lynn loved him too?
Yes, sure Lincoln, you’re not allowed to see your own older sister, because I know she’s in love with you and because I already broke the promise I made to her about not coming after you, so I don’t trust her to keep her word either.
And Lucy knew how much Lynn actually meant to Lincoln as well. Lincoln himself might not have been aware of it, but Lucy was aware. Lucy could see these things now and then. Lynn was to Lincoln, what Lincoln was to her. The closest older sibling he could rely on for guidance and comfort.
Lucy knew, she knew she couldn’t be a psycho bitch and tell Lincoln he couldn’t spend time with his older sister. An older sister he hadn’t interacted with for a year. An older sister Lucy had not only betrayed once, but twice now.
The first time was when she took Lincoln for her own.
She didn’t regret that. She did it for Lincoln as well as herself. She saw how happy he was, she saw the smile on his lips when they were together. She knew how much pleasure she brought him, how he enjoyed the taste of her flesh and the sensation of her breath on his skin. How she calmed all the worries and fears and anxieties in his mind with her touch. How he slept better than he ever had in his life when they were in one another's arms.
There was no way she could regret any of that.
It was also a betrayal of her other sisters. Not just Leni and Lynn, but Lori, Luan, and Luna. She betrayed all of them for the sake of her Love and for the sake of Lincoln.
But she didn’t regret that either.
However, she had just betrayed Lynn again.
She had panicked hearing Lincoln would end up going to Wolverine University with Lynn. Panicked at the thought of Lynn getting to see Lincoln every day, of her being near him all the time. Of her convincing him to stay with her for the weekends at the University.
Of ultimately Lynn taking Lincoln away from her.
She knew Lynn was real competition for her brother's heart. Lucy had been so sure of herself when taking it, so sure as she worked him down, beat down those taboos and barriers involving their forbidden romance. The fact it could be a double edged sword only occurred to her now.
She had taught Lincoln it was okay to cross that cultural and biological taboo if both parties loved one another. She had taught him Love could bloom between a brother and sister in the right circumstances.
And as much as she prided herself on being the best suited to Lincoln, she knew the types of girls his tastes typically ran to.
They tended to all be like Lynn.
Lucy believed her dark, emotional, artistic and deep sensibilities suited her brother's nature best. But Lucy knew, she knew, Lynn had just enough depth to her, just enough sensitivity in her, to appeal to Lincoln.
Not as much as Ronnie Anne, (And here Lucy had the realization that Ronnie Anne had been the perfect distillation of her and Lynn. Ronnie Anne was the ultimate Tomboy/Dork Girl Hybrid, which made her the most dangerous out of all of her rivals) but enough that her Brother could connect with her on an emotional and intellectual level.
But there was something even worse than all of that. Something worse than betraying Lynn and her other sisters, something worse than worrying about Lynn stealing Lincoln from her.
It was the realization she had betrayed Lincoln.
She had betrayed the boy she loved more than anything else in the world.
That was the hardest thing eating her up inside right now, as the reality came to her after the fact.
After she realized in her haste of calling Lori and telling her about her other sisters’ plans, she had possibly denied Lincoln the chance to see his own dreams fulfilled.
Wolverine was one of the VERY best colleges in the country for Journalism. Lincoln getting his degree there would all but guarantee him a job in the industry. He could go to work for almost any publication, any news station, make contacts that would make the difference between him writing for The New York times, Forbes, or The Detroit Free press, versus The Royal Woods Gazette.
She was selfishly taking away her beloved’s chance at the future, out of a desperate fear that he would leave her.
She didn’t know what she feared more, that he would end up deciding he liked Lynn better than her, or that he would enjoy himself at the University so much he would decide what they were doing was wrong and break up with her.
Lucy hated herself right now.
Consumed with guilt, worry, and fear the only thing she could do was seek refuge with her best friend. She couldn’t even bare to tell Lincoln she was going. She was too afraid he would ask why, and she didn’t even know what she would say.
She couldn’t even face him at the moment.
She just, she needed time to think. Time to think and figure out a way out of all this.
But she wasn’t given over to plans and solutions like her brother was.
That was the true Irony, Lincoln could probably figure out a way through all of this. He was so good at that, so good at seeing solutions where others only saw walls.
She just hoped her love was strong enough, she hoped it was true enough and pure enough it could see her and Lincoln through these trials.
After having phoned Haiku ahead of time and getting the go-ahead, Lucy had packed some of her things, and convinced her mother to drop her off at the Suburban home a few miles away from Lucy's own. She needed this right now, she needed her best friend, she needed her ally. She needed someone who understood.
As she hit the door bell of the two story brick home with it's blue siding and quaint little front lawn with fresh leaves scattered about, she was practically trembling on the front porch.
A few moments later, the familiar sight of her shorter sister in darkness appeared, looking back to her with her one visible eyes in her parted bangs...and Haiku practically gasped seeing Lucy in such a state.
Lucy didn't even hesitate, near tears, she threw her arms around her shorter friend, who hugged her back instinctively, and reacted in a concerned tone, “Lucy?!”
Lucy responded right away, sniffling, “Haiku! I'm ruining everything!”
Section Break
Most people had moments they thought were ‘the best day of their life’. Moments that would often be revised when something even better came along or stood over them as a reminder that nothing would ever be as good again, and life would be a continuous disappointment since that one glorious day.
But not Lynn.
Lynn had days she considered victories. Days that she celebrated and cataloged in her mental scrapbook, with plenty more space for more victories to come.
Most of these victory days were centered around her success in competition, but there were also spots in her head saved for days that were fun involving family and friends. There was one in particular involving the feeling she had when she was told she received a full ride scholarship to Wolverine because of her athletic prowess.
But out of all of them, there was one that stood above the others. One memory she cherished that possibly stood as the ‘best day of her life’. That was the day Lincoln had taken her to Prom.
That was the day she had gotten to pretend for a moment, they were not brother and sister, but a boy and a girl ready to spend a magical evening together. Lincoln had been everything she wanted that night, well, almost everything. He had done everything she wanted up to a certain point.
Maybe he hadn’t made love to her, or passionately kissed her the way she had really wanted, but he had put on her corsage, posed for pictures with her, and danced with her all evening. He had even held her gently while she buried her head in his shoulder as they danced to the slow songs.
She was almost ready to confess her feelings to him that night, ready to take things further, to let him know she didn't care about the status of their blood, but the status of their hearts. She was ready to tell him she would do anything for him, and love him forever.
But Lori had been in the way.
Lori had come home to ‘visit’ during Prom weekend, saying she wanted to be there for Lincoln and Lynn’s night, just as she had been there for Leni and Lincoln’s as well.
Lynn could read between the lines. Lori was letting her go out on a ‘date’ with Lincoln but making sure nothing went further than that. Lori was the unofficial chaperon, and had even stayed up all night waiting for both of them to return in the evening.
At that time, she accepted Lori as being right. She accepted Lori was doing what was best for her, and for Lincoln. Lori was preventing them from crossing a line that could never be uncrossed, from doing something that would change things between them forever. She had agreed, even though she hated it. Agreed that Lori was right and Lynn's feelings, her heart, was wrong.
But right now, Lynn couldn’t tell what was right and what was wrong anymore.
Right now, she knew despite her attempt at trying to have a series of ‘victories’ rather than a ‘best day’ of her life, she now knew she currently had a best day of her life, a best night of her life.
Right now, it was even better than the night dancing with her younger brother.
It was now re-uniting with her brother. It had been a playful day of basking in one another's company and playing with him like before. It had been sharing a simple movie in bed with him. It had been a teary eyed confession over just how much they had missed one another.
It had been feeling his strong arms around her, and holding her as she fell asleep.
Had she ever slept so blissfully before? Has she ever felt so loved, so cherished, and so safe?
Lynn prided herself on being a strong girl. One that could defend herself, and one that didn’t need anyone to protect her. Hell, hadn’t she been the one who actually protected Lincoln for most of their life? Hadn't she been the tough jock warning bullies to stay away from her nerdy little brother?
Yet there was a primal, feminine desire she now understood she had, to feel protected. To feel as if the man who was with her would guard her, and make her feel safe and secure. A warm feeling of knowing you were special to him, you were his most cherished person. One worth risking his life for. Even if you knew you could handle yourself, it was knowing he felt that desire to protect you. Because you were the most valuable person in his life.
Lynn also knew, realistically, Lincoln and she were in no real danger in his room, and yet, it felt so nice to feel those arms around her. To feel the gentle sensation of his breathing on her skin, to note the rise and fall of his chest against her. All those little things that let her know, in this moment, she was his entire world.
She felt so warm against him, in the very best ways. It had been so easy to fall asleep like this.
She woke, in the middle of the night, or maybe it was far too early, she couldn't tell. There was an overwhelming feeling of security and love as she knew right away Lincoln was still holding her, he was still loving her. She idly reached her hand up while he was asleep and ran her fingers over his cheek. Noting the sensation of the rough stubble that was growing in, under her fingertips.
More, she noted something else. Something even better.
That warm, firm, and thick sensation against her rear end was unmistakable. Her brother was hard, and he was wedged up right between that tight firm rear end of hers.
It almost made Lynn’s breath catch in her throat and her heartbeat even faster. It felt so good, so very very good. It was difficult for her to process how amazing that sensation felt, how hot it made her whole body suddenly feel. It was the sign of Lincoln’s virility, his masculinity given raw physical form.
Yes, she had seen her brother's penis a few times in her life. Mostly when they were so very young and child like curiosity had only made her think it was funny compared to what she had as a girl. Back then there was no real association of it's future function. But over the years she'd even managed to catch sight of it here and there as he grew up.
It really helped Lincoln had a strange habit of preferring to read in his underwear.
Her brother loved to read, and he viewed the ultimate state of comfort while reading as being nearly naked. This had resulted in most of his sisters seeing him in a state of near undress multiple times over the years. So it was easy to catch sight of the bulge between his legs, hugged snugly by the red jockies he preferred wearing.
And of course all the wrestling, rough-housing and playing with him had meant she'd felt it here and there too.
But this, this was entirely different. This was the first time in her life she had felt it this close when it was hard, when it was erect. Her brother's cock was poised and ready. Ready to penetrate, ready to make love, ready to Fuck.
This was a cock that was ready to slide inside of someone.
Lynn idly wondered if she was the reason it was like this. Was it the sensation of her body being so close that was making Lincoln feel this way? He was asleep, so he wasn't consciously thinking about it, but was it due to the sensation of her feminine, fit, tight form pressed up against him so snugly? Was his body responding, ready to fuck her, if just given the opportunity?
She imagined what that would be like. She imagined it would make her feel more whole and complete than she ever had in her life. It was a heady sensation, a rush of excitement and desire that continued to build up within her.
She had been tainted earlier in the year, tainted before her first year of college was over.
She had let someone else, someone other than Lincoln inside of her.
In a misguided attempt to try and break her devotion to her true love. In a misguided attempt to try and force those feelings out of her, she had given away a precious gift to someone it was never meant for. She couldn't blame the person she gave it to, she could only blame herself for doing it.
The action had only made her feel dirty and not in a fun way. It had actually made her feel filthy, as in unclean, as if she had poisoned herself.
Her body, once a pure vessel, once a clean temple devoted to her love, had been sullied by someone else, rather than who it had always been meant for. But right now, holding her in his arms, was the source of her salvation. Holding her so tightly was the one who could make her clean again. The one who was always meant to possess her, always meant to own her as his most devoted, loyal, and loving companion.
Now she knew, in her heart she knew, in her body, and more than that…In her core. In her now slowly slickening pink vice, only his cock could make her clean again. Only feeling him inside of her, and finishing within would clean out the taint, would make her pure once more. Only that would return her to the state she was meant to be in.
It was far more of a poetic train of thought than Lynn typically had. She didn't always think this deeply about things, but then this was about Lincoln. She knew one thing, she Loved Lincoln with all of her heart. She loved him with a deep passion that had existed for years, one she had to hide under so many different masks, but right now she felt closer and happier with him than she ever had.
So why couldn't she take that last step?
Laying in his bed with him, feeling the strong but relaxed grip of his arms around her, his warm breath in her hair, and his strong masculine cock pressed so firmly against her ass...what was stopping her from giving fully over to what she wanted?
Well, she knew that Lincoln would have to be on board of course.
That was a very sobering thought. She knew her brother would have to return her affections, she knew he would have to be willing to cross that taboo line to meet her halfway. He had never shown any indication he would be willing before. But tonight had felt....different.
Lincoln had felt different. He felt like more than just a brother to her tonight. It was the love of a best friend as well as a sibling. But it felt even deeper than that.
His love for her had seemed further, deeper. His longing for her, had seemed as deep as her longing for him....and now his body seemed to be crying out for her too.
That was the mental gymnastics Lynn had needed to talk herself into this, in order to give herself permission for what she decided on doing next. Her reasoning had simply followed...her little brother needed her. He had said it himself. He needed her more than ever and he loved her...
And she...she loved him so very much, and she had neglected him for so very long, it was her duty, her responsibility to see to his needs.
All of them.
His body was showing a need right now...and if it was what he wanted, then she would provide it to him, with nothing but unending love.
It was her duty, it was her responsibility, it was her absolute privilege to see to her little brother's needs.
Slowly, Lynn began to move her hips. Ever so very slightly, pressing her firm, tight, thick rear back into that hot hard cock. She hated the layers of cloth in the way between them, but her own boyshorts were so tight, stretched so far over her, they might as well have been a second skin.
She pressed herself against his hips as he slept away, pressed until she captured that firm length between the cheeks of her ass, capturing it there...and began to grind up and back against it.
It sent such a tingle of excitement through her whole form. A hot, electric sensation that went from her toes, through her womb, up into her chest and the tip of her head. She was doing this, she was actually doing this. She was slowly grinding herself on Lincoln's cock, and already it was driving her crazy.
Her nipples became hard in her shirt, the firm buds pressing through the tight t-shirt she was wearing. Her pink vice continued to slicken further as she bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes, and focused on nothing but the sensation of that big cock sliding up and down against her.
She continued like this for several long, agonizing moments, and felt her brother begin to respond. She knew he was getting harder, she knew he was getting bigger, and more she could even feel he was getting hotter. She could feel his length radiating heat even through his underwear and the shorts he was wearing.
But it wasn't enough. Lynn needed more. She craved more.
Slowly, as she continued to grind herself against her brother's sleeping form, she slipped her hand around...over her own hips...over behind herself, continuing to slide her ass up and down against that thick firm length...as her hand made contact with his smooth stomach, and slid down...down, down..
Until she felt that engorged length bump up against her fingertips and her palm.
That sent another shiver through her, that made her thighs squeeze together so very tightly, as Lynn had to bite her lip to stop from releasing a soft low moan. She was touching it, touching the part of Lincoln she wanted so very much.
The physical manifestation of his love. The instrument, that if he used it on her, would demonstrate his love went deeply into the direction Lynn wanted it to go more than anything else in the world.
Her hand slid down, over his cock, grabbing it, squeezing it, making her breath catch again and a sigh escape her lips.
She indulged herself, let herself feel as much of it as she could against her hand.
She reminded herself, she was doing this not just for her, but for him too. It was for both of them. She was making up for that lost time, making up for not being the sister he needed.
She slipped her hand into the waistband of his shorts, and her fingertips made contact with the waistband of his underwear. Already she could feel the coarse and yet soft start of his pubic hair. She noted he seemed to keep himself trim rather than let it grow wild, or remove it completely.
Lincoln was apparently into manscaping, that made her smile in the secret knowledge she now possessed.
Her fingertips slipped into his underwear, followed by her slender digits, and within moments made contact with her prize. She had never done this before, never gone this far, but she herself was to far gone now to even think of stopping. She took a firm hold of his cock, and squeezed softly, shuddering as she did, feeling the firm and yet pliant flesh in her palm. Feeling the way it pulsed between her fingers.
She felt a sudden wave of guilt over take her as she realized what she was doing. As she realized what she had done. She was molesting her brother in his sleep.
The cold horror of her actions took hold in her heart and ran through her veins and she very quickly pulled her fingers and hand out of his pants. She felt her heart pound, and she felt guilt and disgust at her own actions begin to twist within her.
Her brother who had shown her so much love this evening, and here she was like a predator, trying to take advantage of him. She was on the verge of breaking the promise she had made. The promise that said she would let Lincoln live his life without her interference, without her trying to take him and twist him. Without trying to corrupt him and make him sick in the head like her.
Even as turned on as she was, as much as she loved the feeling of that cock against her, the way she had acted had begun to horrify her, and she pulled her hand back up towards her face and held it against her forehead as emotional turmoil wracked her.
Until she noticed something.
She was still feeling that wonderful sensation of Lincoln's body pressed against her, hugging her tightly. But more she was feeling something more intense still.
She was feeling his cock pressed against her ass, she was feeling the way it rubbed up and down right between her firm tight cheeks, as if it was desperately trying to press between them, rip through the tight material of her boyshorts...
Only Lynn had stopped moving a few moments ago.
Lincoln was moving...
Lincoln was the one that was pressing himself against her.
Lincoln was the one grinding himself against her now....and further...she felt his arms begin to shift position...she felt one of them slide lower down her form, and wrap gently around her waist. As if pulling her closer, pulling her firm, tight ass more firmly against his cock...
Lynn's breath caught in her throat again.
Was this really happening? Was this, was Lincoln actually doing this?
She paid closer attention. Lincoln's breathing had changed. It had become deeper, it had become longer.
Lynn's heart was pounding again alright, but not with fear, or disgust, or shame anymore. It was pounding with excitement, raw, overwhelming excitement and hope. A strange hope born of long held desire, excitement, endless love....and so so very much lust.
Before she knew it, she was slowly beginning to slide her hips back against Lincoln once more. Only now, this time...this time, they were doing it together.
For Lincoln....he had begun to wake to such a wonderful feeling. The feeling of someone he loved so very much that was in his arms. Someone that meant so much to him. Someone who he looked up to, and that he had missed so very desperately...
And the sensation of something so warm, firm, and yet soft all at once pressing up against his cock. Even in his sleep driven state he knew what was going on. He knew that sensation. He was being dry humped, and it felt amazing.
His cock had been nestled between the tightest, firmest, roundest ass he'd ever seen before. It felt incredible, even with the layers of cotton between them, it felt incredible. Things only heated up more when Lynn reached around and slipped her hand into his shorts and grabbed his cock.
That was all it took for Lincoln's switch to be thrown into overdrive. In this moment, there was a mix up, a collision of several factors going into his sleep addled mind at once. That he had missed Lynn so much it hurt, that he loved her more than he had ever realized, and that if she wanted sex from him, needed sex from him, then he was supposed to give it to her. He was supposed to give it to her with all the love and affection she needed and wanted.
When she pulled her hand away, he hadn't stopped. He had continued to grind himself against her, he had lost himself in that sensation. As more and more he began to wake up, and a little more logic began to assert itself in his mind.
But even then, he was already in the process of doing this, and it felt so good....even if a part of him began to wonder how things had gotten started in the first place...
But his body needed this, his heart needed this, he needed to show Lynn just how much she meant to him. He was completely unaware of the guilt which was wracking her, and had barely noticed she had stopped.
He just knew he needed to get a firmer grip on her to make things feel even better for both of them. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and buried his face into her neck as he held her tightly, held her close and began to dry hump her even harder than before.
Lynn reached down and took hold of his wrist, making sure it remained exactly where it was around her waist, as she pushed back against him, and began to grind in return. Sliding her ass more intensely against his cock, feeling her core getting wetter and wetter, hotter and hotter by the moment.
Lincoln's mind began to race. He woke up more. What was going on? Why was he doing this? Yes he loved her, he wanted her, but what were they doing?! How did this even happen? It was like his body was on auto-pilot. It was working without his input, but he recognized, he wasn't exactly trying to stop it either.
No, he wasn't trying to stop it at all, in fact, quite the opposite. He was now afraid of messing it up. He was afraid of saying the wrong thing, or doing the wrong thing and this wonderful sensation, this closeness and desire and passion he was feeling with Lynn would go away...and right now he didn't want it to go away at all.
Lynn, was having the very same thoughts in this moment. Part of her was terrified at what was happening between them, part of her was wondering how she lost so much control of herself, how she had let things get to this point before putting a halt to it... Like she was supposed to, like she should of..
But now she didn't want it to end. Now she didn't want to mess things up with Lincoln. She didn't want to scare him, or make him uncertain. She didn't want him to stop.
Both in this moment were so confused, so scared, and yet so hot, so happy, so filled with desire for one another they didn't want it to end. They didn't want to mess up.
They fell into a perfect silence outside of the soft sounds of their breathing as they continued to grind against one another. Lynn holding Lincoln's wrist around her waist, her thumb affectionately rubbing over the top of his palm while she slid her ass back, to perfectly capture his length and pleasure it.
But it wasn't enough, she needed more, only this time she was confident Lincoln wanted more too. She needed to show him it was okay.
She reached behind her once again, this time with absolute certainty as she took hold of his shorts, and she pulled them down, yanked them down over his cock. She pulled his underwear and shorts down until she was certain she'd released her brother's hot thick tool.
Lincoln gasped in surprise, his thrusting stopping as Lynn took such bold action, as he waited for her to show him what she wanted next. They didn't say anything, only making soft sounds of surprise and pleasure, directing one another with their bodies.
Lynn took hold of his cock, squeezing it, and this time she angled her hips upward, while pulling his cock down, and she captured it between her thighs. She pressed her toned, firm, muscular thighs around his pulsing hard length, and held it there, held it right up against her burning wet mound. So damp and moist through that tight tight fabric.
Lincoln groaned at the sensation, feeling his dick held in such wonderful warmth, wonderful soft and firmness, as Lynn began to grind back against him once more. He was treated to the soft sounds of her own moaning as well, her own gentle mews and whines.
She slid her hand back, up and behind her, up and into Lincoln's hair. Caressing the back of his scalp affectionately as he ground himself between her legs, as he rubbed her pussy as it grew hotter and hotter, as his cock throbbed almost painfully so close to the prize it wanted.
He held her tightly in his arms, in his bed, his face slipping into her neck again, and this time unable to stop himself as he began to kiss, and nuzzle, and slowly lick over her skin. It was raw and animistic between the two, but it was tempered with a deep, emotional need.
A need to make up for lost time. A need to express how much they meant to one another. A need to express how much they loved one another.
Lynn turned her head slowly as Lincoln continued to lick and kiss her neck. She needed more, she wanted more. She needed the thing that was just as important as the sensation of his cock inside of her right now, she needed that affirmation of closeness, she needed to know he wouldn't hesitate when presented with the opportunity of her lips.
She wasn't disappointed.
The moment her head had twisted enough for her lips to reach his, Lincoln jumped at the opportunity and pressed his own against Lynn's.
The two siblings found themselves in a sudden deep, loving, and passionate kiss. No hesitation as their tongues sought one another out, as both whimpered with a long restrained and now unleashed need to kiss each other. Lynn felt her heart nearly burst as Lincoln's tongue slid over her own, and kissed her far better than she could ever possibly have imagined..
They kissed one another so hot, so heavy, and for so very long. Lips parting and breaking to breathe, only for them to meet one another again, only for their tongues to almost battle one another playfully.
Lynn was still Lynn, even in this moment. Even as the manifestation of her love was now given form, she still had to tease her little brother, she still had to play with him, and for his part Lincoln seemed to enjoy every moment of it too.
All the while she continued to grind her sopping wet mound against his throbbing hard fuckpole with an increasing and desperate need to have more of it for herself.
Eventually, that need overcame the fun she was having kissing him, and she decided to change tactics. She pulled back from the kiss, a thick line of their mutual saliva linking their tongues together as she pulled back from his cock as well.
Lincoln was a little surprised at first, wondering what was going on. So caught up in the moment, so caught up in the passion he was feeling, the sudden withdraw of his sporty older sister was almost puzzling..
Until he saw what she was doing.
In the darkness his eyes had adjusted to the moonlight streaming in through the window and the streetlights outside and he could just manage to see and make out everything he needed.
Lynn was sitting up, and then she was bending over in front of him on the bed. She was leaning forward, placing her head on her folded arms, down on the bed, while raising her ass up in the air. She moved her hands behind her, hooked her thumbs into those boy shorts...and while Lincoln watched...dragged the skin tight material down over the sphere of her firm ass.
Lincoln watched with his own breath caught in his throat, as those freckled cheeks came into view...the way the perfect, sculpted flesh was exposed for his delight. As his sister dragged the shorts down to her knees.
He was treated to the sight of her ass being parted ever so slightly from her sheer fitness, the sight of her pink rosebud as it hovered over the perfect looking, soft, glistening petals of her pussy. The trim landing strip of her brunette pubic hair reflecting the light.
Lincoln's cock was now so hard, it was causing him physical pain.
Her arms went back under her head, and he watched as she looked back over her shoulder, and gazed at him with half lidded eyes. Her long brown hair framing her face. She slowly wiggled her beautiful little ass back and forth in front of him. It was invitation.
She didn't need to say anything, Lincoln knew what she was asking, and he was more than ready to give it to her...and yet he heard her voice. His sister Lynn's typical confident and playful voice speaking so softly, in such a husky tone, with such a needy quality to it...
“Lincoln....please...”
Lincoln didn't need any more incentive to go. All the negative consequences were forgotten about in this moment. All the potential problems this could cause were left at the wayside. Those were all problems for future Lincoln to deal with.
Current Lincoln only knew his sister needed him. Truly needed him, and it was his duty to give her what ever she required, what ever she wished of him...
And dear fucking god, how could he say no to an ass like that, wiggling in his face?!
Lincoln sat fully up, his cock hard, poised, throbbing and ready. Lynn was grinning ear to ear, she could see what he was doing as she watched from over her shoulder. He saw her bite her bottom lip in anticipation and excitement. She looked so fucking cute, so fucking happy it made him want to cry.
With his cock in hand, he pressed the engorged head against her petals and began to work it, sliding it up and down between her sopping wet lips. It caused a gasp to come from her lips and a grunt to come from his own.
He practically shuddered as he felt the electric pleasure from the contact of their flesh against one another...as Lynn's greedy drooling pussy coated his cock in it's thick, slick, nectar. Readying it for it's duty, for what it was meant to do.
Lincoln teased Lynn a little more, a smirk on his face as he brought his cock down and slid it over her petals and up against her clit. Letting the bulbous head press against her little button and tickle it. Lynn's reaction was to groan and shudder again, and to grin back at him. She was enjoying this, she was loving this...
Just as he was.
It was the way their relationship played out in all other aspects of their life. Playful, fun, teasing, yet with an underlying layer of deep affection for one another.
Finally though, Lincoln's cock was so slick and slippery with Lynn's flavor, he could barely keep his own hand from sliding off of it, and he was more than ready for the main course...Just as Lynn herself was.
He placed one hand just over the small of her back, right over her ass, his eyes downcast, taking in the sight of her tight little pink star, and her open lower lips waiting for him. He guided his pole up, and pressed the head between them....and began to sink into one of the tightest, most pleasurable sensations he'd ever felt.
Lincoln felt his cock being squeezed the moment it began to enter his sister, squeezed and yet somehow pulled in at the same time...as if Lynn's pussy was dragging his cock deep inside of itself hungrily, and refusing to let go. He gasped and groaned....Lynn closed her eyes and arched her back further, while pressing her hips towards Lincoln in the process..
The two slid together, slowly, carefully, bit by bit...Pushing in, Lynn taking every inch of her brother. She had to prop herself up on her hands, raising her body up, her t-shirt hanging down as her head was thrown back, her pretty brunette hair cascading all over her back and shoulders as she shuddered..
Lynn was in absolute ecstasy, complete and total bliss, as every dream she ever had was now coming true at once. She bit her lower lip to stop herself from crying out again. As she felt her brother finally bottom out against her, finally fit every inch of that thick beautiful cock she wanted all of, as it pressed up against the door to her womb and fit her so very snugly and absolutely.
Lincoln watched as Lynn's entire body twitched, shuddered...and then she fell forward, over on the bed. She grabbed one of the pillows that had made it's way towards the bottom of the bed, and buried her face in it as she came.... His older sister was cumming on his cock already. The circumstances of all of it overwhelming her with complete wondrous bliss...
Lincoln rode out her orgasm, feeling the way she squeezed and milked his cock, and it was only thanks to his own experience he didn't end up blowing his load into her womb right there. Instead he took hold of her hips with both hands and held firmly, tightly.
He waited as he heard her panting, as he felt her body finally stop shuddering. He looked down at the pretty mop of long brown hair flowing all over that pillow, before a big brown eye became visible looking back at him....a flushed freckled cheek under it. As Lynn looked back just enough from the pillow, at him, and she gave a slow gentle press of her hips back...as if asking him to do something.
Lincoln knew what she was asking him to do, with her body.
He could never say no to her. He couldn't say no to any of his sisters. That was his problem, he loved them all. He loved them all and he wanted them to be happy. But right now it was Lynn he wanted to make happy more than anything else in the world...
And right now he needed to get himself off more than anything else in the world.
He dragged his hips back, slowly, through that agonizing sensation of being squeezed by the tightest most athletic pussy he'd ever been in contact with...sliding until half his shaft was buried inside of her, and the other half glistened so palely in the moonlight.
With a firm grip on her hips and his thumbs pressing into the cheeks of her ass, he rocked himself forward, and began fucking Lynn from behind.
There was a rough gasp, and moan from his sister as she felt her little brother begin rocking back and forth deeply into her core. Each time he would pull out, he would rock forward and press up against the entrance of her womb again, like knocking on the door ready to deliver the most sinful package to it.
Lincoln was grunting and groaning as well now, trying to keep his voice down as he fucked his long lost sister from the comfort of his little room. Neither wanted to spoil the moment, neither wanted this to end, both were still afraid of ruining the magic that had led to this unthinkable set of circumstances.
Yet there was the unmistakable sounds of pleasure they both made as they made love...for as much as it was fucking, as fun as it was, it was also an act of pure love between the two as well. The love of a boy and girl who had missed one of their favorite people for so long.
Their pace was quickening, and Lynn was backing herself up, actively against Lincoln. Sliding herself in a perfect harmony with his own thrusts. Pressing her firm hips and ass back as he slid forward. His balls making an audible clapping sound as they slapped up between her thighs every time he bottomed out in her. The bed squeaked with each passing of their hips, with each thrust that was shared between them.
Lynn would bite the pillow in front of her to keep from crying out, and Lincoln would grit his teeth to stop from doing the same... now and then they would lock eyes, as Lynn would look over her shoulder at him, her big brown into his deep blue...and they would smile, almost laugh at the sheer giddiness they were both feeling.
Soon though their pace was going even faster, and it was harder to keep quiet. Harder to stop the sound of the bed rocking back and forth as Lincoln fucked Lynn hard and fast. As the shlick, shlick, shlicking sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, came faster and faster. As all Lynn could do was bury her face in the pillow now, leaning her ass up as high as she could...While Lincoln angled his hips down and slammed them deeper and deeper, harder and harder against her.
Lynn's hands slid forward over the bed, taking hold of the sheets, squeezing them for dear life as Lincoln continued to fuck her...Only to suddenly feel the wonderful, comforting and loving sensation of her brother's own hands, sliding over the top of hers.
She spread her fingers, and his own slid between them...fingers entwined, hands held as he pounded her relentlessly. As he leaned over her form, she could feel his hot breath on her ear, as she turned her head to pant along side of him, as she felt him kissing the to of her head, her cheek...As she heard him whisper..
“Lynn...I'm so close..”
Lynn could only pant back in excitement....
“I love you Linc...I love you...I love you..”
Her brother's reaction was a simple.....
“Oh fuck!”
As if hearing that, on top of everything else going on was too much for him...Lynn felt her brother's hands tighten over her own once more, squeezing them so firmly, as if he was afraid he would fly away if he let go of her...She felt him slam himself right against her, sinking his fat hard long cock inside of her as deep as it would go...
“Love you too Lynn!”
Lincoln groaned out as his balls clenched...and the postman delivered that taboo package right into her womb. The exploding flood of her brother's hot cum filling her in a way that made her cum again on the spot. That made her shiver, and orgasm, and bite the pillow once more to keep from crying out far to loud. As she felt that potent fertile gift fill her baby bag, in a moment that in her love and lust filled mind didn't care at all about the potential consequences.
Both siblings came together so fiercely, shuddering and shaking...Lincoln on top of Lynn, as she pressed back against him with all she had. Their mutual orgasm seeming to go on for minutes, even if it was only seconds....until they both collapsed into a sweaty, spent, and exhausted heap on the bed together..
Lincoln atop Lynn, his fingers still laced with hers, his snow covered head, right next to her brunette covered. Her strong legs entwined with his, as he slid out of her from the awkward angle they were at, and a flood of his cream began to leak from between her thighs..
Both felt so blissful still in these moments, so at peace and so happy, the consequences and gravity of what they had just done couldn't penetrate the thoughts of either. Lincoln simply laid against his sister, panting softly...
He began to kiss her within moments, placing kisses on her cheek, her ears, her neck, and then her lips when she moved her head so her lips could meet his. They kissed one another in a needy frenzy of desperate loving passion. Their tongues meeting once again, sliding out to dance and tease one another once more.
Lynn slid her body around, around and over until she was on her back, and she could wrap her arms around her brother so lovingly again. Lincoln did the same, his arms wrapping tightly around Lynn as the two made out in the bliss of their shared sin. In the darkness of the night and the realization of unrestrained feelings.
There would be consequences and trouble to worry about later. But that was for later, this was now. This was time for the beautiful, wonderful sensation of having one another right now. They kissed, and hugged, and nuzzled one another. Leaning their heads against each other, and squeezing each other so tightly....
Until at last, exhaustion took hold of them once again...and they fell asleep like that. Tangled in one another, their mixed fluids drying on their skin, and satisfied in the action they had just taken. For now there was no guilt, there was no remorse...
But when Lynn would wake up before Lincoln again...all of that would change.
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