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I Am Not a Pervert!	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 17295 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The very next day found Lynn Loud sneaking around the back of the house. With shifty eyes and hiked shoulders, she threw her back against the wall and sidled up the steps to the backdoor. Her eyes turning left and right, and up (You never know when Lucy will pop out of thin air!), she reached a hand over to the handle and pushed the door open.
Slinking in like a cat, she closed it behind her with a foot, and immediately fell into a crouch.
Her heart began speeding up as she stuck to the walls, slowly moving around the kitchen.
She suddenly dived under the table when Luna stepped into the kitchen.
The rocker girl blinked her eyes slowly as she walked up to the fridge, pulling out a pudding.
Lynn was sweating, her heart beating a mile a minute, as her sister peeled back the lid and ate the chocolatey snack at a snail's pace.
So, she just sat there, crouched like a frog with her hands planted between her legs on the floor.
Her eyes crinkled in frustration.
Seriously, how long does it take to eat a stupid pudding!?
Argh! Couldn't she see that time was being wasted!? Noooo, of course not! There Luna went, savoring every bite like it was her very last. Meanwhile, Lynn's prey was slowly escaping her clutches. She had to hurry. Needed to hurry! He'd get away if she didn't get a move on. Annnnd now Luna's licking the stupid lid…
Thanks for nothing, Luna!
Eventually, the rocker swayed over to the trash can like a wavering leaf, perfectly at ease with everything around her.
The clunk of plastic landing in the trash sent a signal straight to Lynn's brain to push adrenaline through her body. Her muscles tensed, her feet slid into a perfect springing position.
Awww yeah~ I'm coming for you, Linc, on one…
Luna stepped on the threshold…
Two…
Lynn leaned forward, her mind focused on one thing, and one thing alone…
THREE!
She pushed off the tiled floor, juking to the left suddenly in order to miss a table leg. Her ponytail flew behind her on the turbulence of her body's speed.
She flung an arm out to the corner wall and hung the sharp curve to the steps so harshly she bounced into the railing, her ponytail smack her in the forehead.
On the living room couch, Luna started up the opening riff of Rock You Like a Hurricane, and Lynn grinned.
Here I am, Linc! Rock you like a hurricane~!
She sprinted up the steps, leaping off the last one to land in a panther-esque crouch in the hallway, her hips high in the air, her shoulders only inches from the ground.
Facing her open doorway, Lynn ignored Lucy's confused tilt of the head… and instead she curved her body toward Lincoln's bedroom door. Closed, but no matter…
Her body low to the ground, she practically slithered across the carpet, moving silently like a cobra.
His door was only feet in front of her and it made her skin tingle in excitement!
She'd spent all of last night and all day at school thinking of ways to get to know her brother in totally non-perverted ways. She had to be cunning and daring. She couldn't just walk up to him and say, "Hey, Linc, take off your shirt so I can feel your muscles."
Nope, she had to be clever if she was going to get her prize!
With a snicker, she opened his door and slid inside.
Back in the hallway, Lucy was leaning her head out of her bedroom door, extremely confused. "Uh…" She turned the other way and saw Lori shaking her head with a shrug of the shoulders. She turned back and shrugged her own shoulders.
Inside Lincoln's bedroom, Lynn spied her brother… reading another comic? Ugh, don't you do anything else? She rolled her eyes with a smirk. Oh, she had a feeling that he'd be doing something else pretty soon.
That tiny perverted voice in the back of her head whispered, "Do me, Linc! I'm your favorite~! Eeee!"
Lynn's spine shivered as that thought filled her mind, unbidden.
She bit her lip harshly.
It's unnatural, ain't it?
She watched him turn another page, his shirt stretching taut across his chest muscles. She felt her mouth begin salivating and she groaned in frustration.
Unnatural or not, he's hoooot~
Her eyes caressed over his shirt, her mind conjuring lewd images of his naked torso. How could someone so oblivious, so innocent be so tantalizing. He practically strutted his goods right in front of her eyes from dawn to dusk, leaving her with the sole desire to rip of his clothes and-
(Cough) What she meant to think was that Lincoln was handsome. Very handsome~
And Lynn would gladly help Lincoln rid himself of his clothes…
And she'd totally admire every inch of his smokin' slab of sexy meat…
In a sisterly way, of course~
That's why she was here in the first place! She'd spent sooo much time thinking of sisterly ways to get to know her brother better, and she was so excited she was vibrating in place.
Unable to keep herself from acting on her impulses, she skipped over to his bed and took one last glance at his cute, round face. He was so engrossed in his comic…
Eh, not for long. Buh-bye!
She plucked the pages right out of his hand, and the poor boy furrowed his eyebrows in sudden confusion. She watched him slowly look up at her, tilt his head to the side, and open his mouth before closing it again.
She grinned widely, squinting her eyes in playful mischief when she heard him growl.
And maybe, just maybe, that little noise made her panties wet…
"Lynn! Give it back!"
Her heartrate increased significantly, her panties getting just a smidge wetter at his infuriated tone. So hot I'm literally melting, ahh~
"Uh… let me think..."
She placed the comic on her head so she could comically scratch her head in faux-thought. Heh, Luan would love that one.
"Eh, no. You've gotta earn this to get it back."
She watched him squint his eyes, glaring at her in distrust.
"What do I have to do?" he practically growled out.
She smirked saucily, turning around and looking at him over her shoulder.
"I'm glad you asked, Linc."
She laid the comic aside and bent far forward, putting her feet apart. She was limber enough she could see his widening eyes through the 'V' of her legs… and was it her, or was he eyeing her rear more than was strictly necessary?
She shivered in anticipation as she put her two pointer fingers into her bottoms, and slipped them over her hips.
She saw him gulp and a faint shimmer of sweat appeared on his forehead and…
His pants are getting tighter! Ahh!
She smiled brilliantly as her panties, shorts, and all fell around her knobby knees.
She knew he could see everything… because she kept herself completely free of hair down there. A bid for being more aero- and hydrodynamic in sports… but now had found another good use for it~
His eyes wondered all over her backside, going lower, and lower… and she knew he was gazing at her womanhood when he suddenly went pale and his pants were visually throbbing.
She blew a kiss at him and his eyes turned toward hers. There was just something so erotic about gazing into your sibling's eyes across the span that was your intimate place. Could he see her wet lubricant slowly dripping down her inner thighs? She shivered again.
Her eyes turned half-lidded…
"The way I see it… you've got two ways to get this comic back, Linc…"
His throat bobbed painfully, but he kept his eyes on her.
"You can either walk over here and kiss my backside… anywhere on my backside… and beg for your comic…"
She saw his eyes widen, his pants jerk suddenly. Admittedly, her own heart skipped when she heard herself speak.
Did you really just tell Linc to kiss your-
"…or you can take it from me. Your choice."
She was feeling funny. She didn't know which she wanted him to do. On the one hand, she could be three minutes away from losing her virginity… On the other hand, she really loved getting handsy with her brother during their fights.
Especially those times when she was trying to grab his thigh (Honest!) and her hand just magically slipped and cupped his crotch instead… She really loved it when happy accidents happened.
Because that's all they were. Seriously.
It's not like Lynn Loud was a perverted sister or anything. No sirree. Nuh uh.
Lincoln slowly got onto his knees on the floor.
Lynn's heart jackhammered into her ribcage, blood rushing into her upside-down head and another place, as she watched him crawl to her.
Oh. My. Gosh! He's going to do it!
He knelt before her and put his hands around her calves, gently squeezing her.
Mmm~ That's right. Touch me, brother. Mold my body with your loving hands…
She bit her lip when she saw him pucker his lips and lean in…
He's aiming too low… He's gonna kiss my- OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH!
She promptly closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly. Her whole body vibrated as a strong tingle raced through her veins. Any second now. Annnnnnnnny seconnnnnnnnnd…
Unable to wait anymore, she opened up just one eye to glance at him and her heart stilled when she saw him smirking at her.
In a flash of lightning, his door was open, and he put both his palms on her rounded rear and pushed her out into the hallway.
Her face smooshed against the carpet. She felt a burn heat up her knees.
He cackled, blushing mad with fire, but victorious.
And she heard his door shut with a thunk.
There she was. Her face pressed submissively into the ground. Her hips as high into the air as they could go. Her knees pressing close to her stomach. Her bottoms slipped around her lower legs. And her creamy rear literally shining under the dingy light in the hallway.
In seconds, her sisters were upon her…
"Wow, I didn't realize it was going to be a full moon, tonight. Get it?"
"I may only be four years old, dear sibling unit, but I believe the lavatory is the optimal location for that… but since you're at it, let me get my beakers…"
"Ooooh! Are we playing charades!? Let me guess… You're a cat in heat!?"
"Sigh. This is just what I needed to attract a healthy werewolf mate for my soul-bonding ritual."
But even though she was being forced through one of the most embarrassing moments in her short thirteen years of life…
Lynn could only care about one thing.
I'm never washing my butt ever again!
Well, yes, that… but the predominant thought raging in her mind as her nine sisters heckled her immodesty was:
I love you, Linc… a-and maybe, just maybe, it's not in a sisterly way.
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