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Lynn's Top Concern	By : GoneWithTheWhim Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 4061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the Loud House. I do own a house, but mine is rather quiet. No money was derived from the creation or publication of this work.

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The next morning came without much of a fuss.
Loki and Loni came down for breakfast as normal. As far as they could tell, no one had noticed their activities last night, as usual.
Linka woke up feeling quite pleased with last night's show. Her sisterly intuition told her she wouldn't need to break out the puppy eyes to make them forgive her for peeping.
Lars did his best to hide just how sore his ass was as he made his way down the stairs and sat at the table. His natural slouch would hopefully hide that. If all went his way, the cold shoulder he was giving Lynn wouldn't show too much against his icy and soulless heart.
Lynn came down last, only awoken by Lane banging on his bedroom door. "We went ahead and ate all of breakfast without you!" the joker teased, startling his younger awake. They hadn't. But they would if he didn't hurry up. Lynn rushed down the stairs and nearly tripped and tumbled down the steps. Usually, Lars would have woken him up. Ah well. It was no skin off of his back.
Speaking of Lars, he was the first to ask to be excused after breakfast, leaving half of a pancake on his plate. "I'm not really hungry."
A brawl ensued among the siblings for his leftovers, but Linka snuck under their noses and snatched it before any of the brothers managed to gain an advantage.
Luke seemed to have other concerns as Lars crept up the stairs. He tore through the conversation with a loud riff of his axe, calling the rowdy siblings to silence. "Loki, Loni, Lane. We're riding on the storm here. Big bro meeting. Right now."
The younger siblings still sitting at the table exchanged several confused looks. Big brother meetings were not something common. They were sacred, and you didn't interrupt. Each of them, aside from Linka and Leon, had learned so the hard way, and lost at least one pair of underwear to the resulting wedgie. All watched as the four stood up and made their way out.
Not long after her older brothers had left, Linka made her own way off, putting her plate away and padding back up the stairs. It wouldn't do for Loki or one of the others to hear her spying on them.
"Something's definitely going on here, and in a house with ten brothers, sometimes, you need a little feminine intuition to get things resolved. That means it's time for snooping, of course."
She skipped the creaky third step and avoided the wobbly right side of the seventh, before craftily sneaking up the remaining-
"Hey Linka," Lars droned.
Linka stumbled and grabbed on to the ramp so she wouldn't fall back down, startled from suddenly noticing her brother standing at the top of the stairs "Lars, seriously, you'll give a girl a heart attack if you keep popping out like that."
"That's what all the ladies say," Lars sighed.
Linka pouted nd patted his head affectionately. "Aw, Lars, I can't stay mad at you."
"I hate to ask but... No, never mind, it's stupid." Lars turned away and began walking off, looking at his feet the entire time. After a few steps, he realized he wasn't making any progress down the hall.
Releasing the collar of his shirt, his sister unceremoniously turned him around. "It's never stupid when it's you. Now, out with it. What did you want to ask your big sister?"
"Siiiigh." Lars rubbed the back of his neck hesitantly, still not daring to look his sister in the eye. "I need some space from Lynn. Could I sleep in your room tonight? I can just lie down on the cold hard floor."
Linka pondered her options, monologuing to some unseen viewer base as she did. "As the only sister in the middle of ten brothers, it's always tempting to meddle when my brothers get in a tizzy like this. From my experience, it stops them from getting to the punching and kicking and shoving and biting. Except when it doesn't, but then I get to pamper the injured, and that's also fun."
She turned back to her uncertain brother and cracked him a big smile. "We'll make it our little sleepover."
Lars cracked a little smile. "Thanks, Linka. You're the best sister a poor soul could hope for."
"Buuuuuuuuut..." Linka interrupted him as he was preparing to walk away. "You'll have to tell me what's going on with you and Lynn. See you tonight!"
Lars stammered for a moment, but it was too late, and Linka was already gone. How could he possibly hope to explain what had happened with Lynn last night?
Loki motioned for the others to walk into the room, then slammed the door shut and strolled over to his bed. "Alright, Luke," he said, reclining against the headboard and idle-mindedly flicking through his messages. "What's the big deal?"
Luke took a seat on the brothers' dresser by the door, idly plucking a few chords on his axe as he considered his words. "... Did something seem off with Lars this morning?"
"You mean, other than everything, like every day?" Lane chuckled as he entered the room behind the two, opting to lean against the wall. He drew a handful of colorful balls from his pockets and took to practicing his juggling. "Nah, but seriously, I didn't notice anything."
Loni was the last to enter the room, and sat cross legged on his own bed. He pulled a men's fashion magazine from under his pillow and flipped through the pages while thinking back to breakfast. "Well... Let's see. He didn't finish his pancake and he left his poetry book in his room. Oh, and he's not looking at Lynn."
"How can you literally even tell with that mop of his?" Loki questioned, not bothering to look up from his screen. Sure, if his brothers were concerned with Lars, he'd lend an ear, but seriously, Bebe was rocking that sundress. "I was too busy keeping Leif and Lexx from killing each other over the maple syrup to really get a look at Lars."
"Never mind the hair, bros!" Luke snapped with a dissonant strum, silencing his music. "Didn't you see how he was walking?"
Lane grinned, casually keeping three balls up in the air with one hand. "With his feet?"
"Shut up, Lane." Loki and Luke both snapped back.
"... I don't know, guys, that seems right." Loni continued, folding his magazine shut in front of him.
Luke set his guitar down and looked at each his three brothers in turn. "He's walking like he got rock and rolled last night, if you catch my drift."
Loki set his phone down and sat up with an intense glare. "... are you literally saying...?"
Lane's balls scattered across the room when his deft hands missed a beat. "Seriously? How would you even be able to tell that?"
"I don't get it. Usually, Leon is the one getting rocked at night, no?" Loni questioned, pensively tapping his rolled up magazine against his chin. "Isn't that what the crib is for? More importantly, I wasn't sure if I should bring it up, but I think someone put their thingy up his butt. He looked really sore back there... Ooohhh, that's what you meant, right?"
Luke nodded as the other three looked to him for confirmation, the fingers of one hand drumming on the idle strings of his guitar. "It's obvious when you're me, bros," he cracked a smug smile. "That's how Sam walks after I rock him like a hurricane."
"Hah! Nice one." Lane raised his hand for a high five, which his musician brother gladly returned. "But yeah, that's kind of a big deal if you're right."
"So, what are you guys saying? You think someone roughed him up?" Loki punched his left palm for emphasis, then clenched his fist, producing a truly frightening series of pops from his knuckles. "I'm calling dibs on breaking their legs."
Luke took his hand back off the neck of his guitar and held up a hand. "Give peace a chance, dude. I'm pretty sure we'd know if it was that bad. Lane said he was fine last night."
"Maybe one of his mortuary club buddies was stiff as a board in more ways than one? He's been hanging out with that Haiku boy a bunch." Lane pondered aloud as he gathered his balls.
Loni, who had been absentmindedly fiddling with his sleeves, piped up. "Guys! I know! He and Lynn probably got curious last night and tried it!"
"What!?" "Seriously!?" "Dude! Not cool!"
"Right, like I'm the weird one for saying that. I mean, Loki, you were literally giving it to me last night with Bebe watching!"
Lane and Luke's jaws dropped, while Loki looked just about ready to turn his roommate into a human pretzel. "Loni! What the hell! You can't just tell them that!"
Loni appeared none the wiser. "Why not? It's not like they weren't having that kind of fun together even before Luke started giving it to Sam."
Luke and Lane's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates.
"Oh my!" Mrs. Coconuts exclaimed, making her grand entrance from who-knows-where. "He knew all along! What a shocking twist!"
Awkward silence filled the room for a moment.
"Man," Luke sighed before resuming the background music. "We are one fucked up family."
"Well, I don't know about 'up'," Lane quipped. He punctuated the statement by producing most of a prestidigitator's wand out of his closed fist then pushing it back in, repeating the gesture subjectively.
Loni shrugged. "Well, we're not really hurting anyone, right? What should we do about Lars and Lynn, though? Should we get involved? Are we sure about that?"
"Well, it would add up," Lane pondered, replacing the wand with a handkerchief, then two, then three, pulling an impossibly long string of them from his closed hand as he spoke. "They were both just fine before bed, and this morning they won't look at each other, and Lars is walking like he sat on the wrong end of a stool."
Loki stood up with a decisive arm stretch. He'd have to deal with their own odd family situation later. "As elder brothers, it's literally our job to get involved. Here's what we're going to do." He marching across the room. "I'm going to have a talk with Lynn and get to the bottom of this. Luke, I need you to-"
Luke barred his way to the door with the neck of his guitar, and slowly shook his head. "Nah. That's not gonna work. Bro, you gotta realize: Right now, Lynn's probably terrified you'll find out. As eldest bro, you're the authority figure. He's not going to 'fess up to you."
"Yessiree." "Mhm." Lane and Loni nodded in unison.
Loki put one hand on the offending instrument, as if to push it away, but released it when he found himself hesitating. "What, you think I couldn't get it out of him?"
Luke pulled the guitar away. "I'm saying it'll be a lot easier for someone else. Right now, you need to have a talk with Lars. Get his side of the story, and make sure he's fine. That is, if he does talk, and that's a big if. Don't push him. He'll come out with it when he's ready. I know, I've been there."
"I'll talk to Lynn," Lane interjected, craning his neck above a comically large armful of fabric. "There's no way he'll fess up to either of you, but I think I've got a routine down."
"Fine," Loki shrugged, returning to his cellphone. "Let's go with that. I'll have a chat with Lars. Luke, Loni, you guys keep an eye out for trouble. Lane, see what you can learn from Lynn. Also, seriously, pick up your props before you leave."
Thump! Thump!
An old soccer ball repeatedly bounced off the garage door, with its owner punishing it with one brutal kick after the other.
"Ugh, this is so dumb," Lynn muttered to himself, returning the ball against the door again with a fierce kick. "What's to be upset about? We took a bet, I won, why did he have to get so upset about it?"
Thump!
He caught the return bounce with his chest, watching the ball drop at his feet, and planting another solid hit into it. Better to take it out on sports equipment than on any of his siblings.
Lynn just wanted Lars to look at him again.
The next bounce came sailing low and he revved up to knock it to kingdom come, only to stumble and miss the ball entirely. "Amateur mistake," he sighed. "C'mon, I'm better than this!"
"Yeah, Lynn. You're better than this," a voice said from behind. Lynn turned to see his brother Lane, braces, suspenders and all, with one foot up on the ball holding it in place.
"Hey, Lane, mind kicking that back here? I'm just, uh, practicing my penalty kicks." Yeah, that was totally the kind of penalties he was concerned about right now.
Lane slipped his foot under the ball and launched it up in the air, before headbutting it over Lynn, who punted it at the door once more. "Need a teammate?" Lane asked.
"Eh, sure, why not." The younger brother replied. Maybe some company would help get his mind off of that business.
The two brothers traded the ball back and forth off of the door for a few minutes. It had been a while since they'd last just hung out together.
"Hey, Lynn," Kick.
"Yeah?" Kick.
"Is everything okay?" Kick.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Kick.
"Nothing you'd like to to discuss with a helpful older brother?" Kick.
"Nah, I'm fine." Kick.
"... Because I bet Loki or Luke would be happy to help you out." Kick.
"Ha, good one." Kick.
Kick.
Kick.
Lane stopped the ball with his foot. "Look, I'm not gonna force you to talk; you and I both know that wouldn't end well. I just want to say, I had a talk with our older brothers this morning, and we're worried about whatever's going on with you and Lars. It's not like him to just avoid you like that."
Lynn glared at the stopped ball for a long time. Dang it... did Lane know? How could he possibly know? They'd been quiet... right? He couldn't look his older brother in the eye. "We just... need some space right now, I think."
"Yeah, I think I get what you mean; always being stuck together so closely in our rooms can get tiring, right? It's like we're sleeping right on top of one another every night." Lane returned the ball with a lazy bounce, which Lynn barely caught and returned with a clumsy nudge of his ankle.
Dang it, Lane. Why did you have to play mind games like that?
Lynn was working up a sweat from all this soccer. Yeah, it was the soccer.
"I know I shouldn't butt in, but I have to make sure my little brothers are alright." Lane continued, bouncing the ball up on the side of his foot. "Just have to insert myself into that issue when I'm so cock-sure of it all, you know?"
Lynn clenched his fists. He knew, right? He had to know.
Frustrated, the younger brother ran for the ball, but half-way through the gesture, his body decided that what he actually wanted to do was to leap at Lane and tackle him into the grass. The soccer ball rolled down the yard and stopped when it bumped against the fence.
"What the hell, Lane? How do you know!? Why do you know!? You shouldn't know!"
Lane smirked at his brother, embracing him tightly as they laid in the grass. "I didn't know, Lynn. I had suspicions, and you just confirmed them."
Lynn squirmed and struggled for freedom, but their position gave Lane the advantage. "Let me go!"
"Shh, shh. It's okay, Lynn. It's okay." Lane murmured. He kept his brother pinned down, it was for his own good.
"It's not okay! I went and made things weird and now Lars won't speak to me and you think I'm a freak for doing weird stuff with him!"
It was a good thing, Lane told himself, that he had so much practice wrangling rowdy sugar-rushed party goers and even more with upset little siblings.
He planted a big kiss right on top of Lynn's nose. His brothers never saw that one coming.
"Silly Lynn, you're not a freak. You're a curious boy who's going through puberty. You think I haven't done anything like that?"
Between the kiss and the question, Lynn's brain more or less shut down. He stopped thrashing and allowed Lane to release him and help him to his feet. Maybe Lane was right. Loki and Loni were also doing it last night, right...? Maybe this was okay.
"Is it really... okay that Lars and I did that stuff?" Lynn hugged his arms against himself reflexively.
Lane motioned for Lynn to follow him and pulled the garage door open to give them a little privacy and shade from the sun. "Lars was okay with it, right?"
"Yeah... It kind of came out of nowhere from both of us." Lynn stepped in and plopped himself down on two of Vanzilla's old spare tires, still catching his breath from his earlier outburst.
"Then yeah, it's okay. Most people wouldn't think it's normal, and you definitely shouldn't go talking about it to mom and dad or to anyone outside the family, but it's okay for boys to get curious and try things." Lane began rummaging through the odds and ends stored around them.
"And you've done it?"
"I wouldn't call him 'it', but yes, I did Luke." It didn't take long before Lane found what he was looking for: The extra sports drinks stashed away for Lynn's various activities. He pulled one of the bottles out at random. Who'd ever heard of a blue raspberry? "Here, drink up. You look... tired." He tossed his brother the bottle.
Whether it was the pun or the confession, Lynn sat there trying to make sense of it all, and let the bottle simply fall in his lap. He hadn't expected to be caught so soon, and certainly he hadn't expected an eventual confession to turn out like this.
Lane and Luke, huh? That was an interesting mental picture. He wondered who stuck it to who, but didn't dare ask. Lynn uncapped the sports drink and took a deep swing. His lungs were burning, but the cool liquid flowing down helped soothe him. "How did you find out about me and Lars, though?"
"I didn't." Lane crouched down to his brother's sitting height. "Luke noticed Lars was walking weird. Apparently, you did a number on his little black butt." His look of concern turned into a frown. "Wait, is he mad because you were overly rough with him?"
Lynn's eyes shot wide and he nearly choked on another swig of his drink. "Whoa, whoa, no. I really don't think it was that. Well, okay, I went a bit hard on him, maybe, but he trusted me with that. I'd never have gone as far as I did if he hadn't been happy with it too. C'mon, Lane, you know me better than that."
"Okay, okay. So, why's Lars so upset with you then?" Lane nodded for Lynn to scooch over, and took a seat next to him, shoulder-to-shoulder.
"I... I don't know." Lynn winced. He took another gulp, thinking of how best to describe the situation. "I was trying to keep things cool, he just got really upset all of a sudden."
"Keeping it cool, huh? Might have worked too well, he's giving you the cold shoulder now!" Lane elbowed his brother in the ribs mid-swig, causing Lynn to cough the drink up. "Care to share what happened?"
The younger brother, once he was done nearly choking on sweet sweet electrolytes, sighed. "That was awful, bro. Ugh, fine, I might as well; I'm not going into details, though. If Lars finds out, he'll probably get Great Grandpa Harry to put some weird ghost curse on me."
Lane chuckled. "So, how did this all start?"
Watching for any other elbows, Lynn chugged the rest of his drink down and expertly tossed the empty bottle to the recycling. Nothing but bin, of course. "Okay, so I was dreaming about these cheerleaders when..."
"... and that's when he just... got up and went to bed, I guess."
"Mhm, yes, yes, I see." At some point during the story, Lane had put on a comical pair of glasses and a fake mustache, and was writing things down on a notepad. He discarded the entire costume and explained: "I think the issue's pretty cut and dry. Sounds like you guys were having a lovely bro moment, and you basically threw a bucket of ice water all over it."
"Uh...?" Lynn scratched his head, not quite following.
"Okay, let me put it in a way you might get: Imagine Luke invited you to play your first game of pick-up basketball, and you guys had a lot of fun. You're chilling in the park afterwards, maybe getting some ice cream, and you asked him if he'd like to practice at the batting cage with you sometime," Lane began, miming along for emphasis.
"Mhm?" Lynn nodded, enraptured with the example.
"And then he just kinda shrugs and waves you off. 'Eh, Baseball's not really my thing.'"
"Oh... oh... yeah." Lynn winced. That really put things in perspective. "So... what, do I just have to take it even if I don't want to? That's kinda stupid, no?"
"No, Lynn. That's not what that's about." He leaned against Lynn as he continued:
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Think about it, would it really upset you that Luke didn't want to play basketball?"
"I... I guess not, I mean, there's always other sports, right?" Lynn closed his eyes and lowered his head in thought. "But then... I would be bothered because... Oh. I get it. It's not because I didn't want to try it the other way. It's the way I said it, right?"
"Took a while to get there, but here we are!" Lane playfully cheered.
"Yeah. I guess, in hindsight, it wasn't that hard to figure out..."
Suddenly, Lane gave an amused snort "... speaking of hard."
Lynn followed his brother's line of site, down to his own crotch. Apparently, recalling yesterday's events had awoken someone else. He turned away and closed his legs, embarrassed.
"So... Your rule, huh? The centimeter is your barometer? Inches get the win-ches? The ruler is your rule?"
Lynn's blush intensified.
"It's a bit of an easy win when you're rooming with a younger bro, don't you think?" Lane said, adjusting his own pants.
Lynn stood up and faced his brother, suddenly far less concerned with the tent pole in his pants. "Are you calling me a coward? I didn't pick my roommate. I'd have taken the bet with an older bro too."
"Well, aren't you cocky? Prove it." The words came out before Lane even realized. "Or are you chicken?"
"That's it. You. Me. We're taking the bet. Right now."
Lane cocked an eyebrow and stood up in turn. "... Seriously? I was just trying to rile you up and make you reconsider your stance. I'm not actually going to screw you, Lynn."
Lynn turned heel and marched himself over to Lane, defiantly planting his chest against his older brother's. He looked him straight in the eye. "Or maybe you're just afraid you don't measure up?"
That did it. The little upstart was getting what was coming to him, and he was getting it right up his little arrogant butt. Lane refused to stand back, and patted Lynn on the head with a condescending smirk. "Of course, you realize this means war."
Two things became apparent as the literal garage door was closed, and the proverbial garage doors were opened:
One, the debate had riled the brothers up in more ways than just emotionally, and two, Lane was not living up to the moniker of 'big brother' in the situation.
He found himself bending over and holding on to Lynn's ice hockey practice net for support. His not-so-little brother stood behind him and pulled his pants down to his hips, exposing his ass to the cool spring air. "Looks like I'm the butt of this joke," Lane quipped at his own expense. "What a net gain for you!"
"One question," Lynn grabbed his older brother by the hips and nudged him into bending his knees a little more. "How hard do I have to fuck you to stop you from making stupid puns?"
Lane chortled at the question before he felt his brother clumsily try to push his cock in, eliciting a oddly pleasurable shiver from both brothers as Lynn intimately rubbed against him. "Good luck with that, big boy. Luke has been trying to... ngh... fuck it out of me for months, and he's a lot more practiced at this than you are."
The younger brother came to a frustrated pause and adjusted his member with his hand. He finally found his target, but paused when Luke's name came up. "Oh! So you're the one taking it from him, then?"
"Hnnngh... Most of the time. Sometimes we vary." Lane winced as he felt himself be spread open. How unfair was it that Lynn was this well endowed for his age? "Slow down there, jockhammer."
"Heheh, sorry, bro." Lynn said, a smirk torn from ear to ear as he watched his older brother squirm beneath him in the most humiliating position he could imagine. This was saying something, given Lane's penchant for part time circus acts.
That certainly explained a lot, Lane thought to himself, but it still didn't explain how he'd ended up in this kind of situation. "I know they say it's annoying to have a little sibling up your ass all the time," he muttered between a wince and a gasp, "but they don't generally mean it this literally."
"Yeah. 'Little' sibling, right?" Lynn fired back, shoving in the last inch of his cock for emphasis.
Lane caught himself involuntarily pushing back against his brother. Embarrassing as this was, Lynn's overwhelming energy was a nice change of pace. He checked the doors, blushing copiously. He'd never live it down if someone happened to come in. Heh. 'Come in.'
"Well, well," Lynn teased, giving his brother's ass a slap. "Someone's enjoying this more than they're letting out."
Lane looked over his own shoulder, shooting his younger brother a glance halfway between annoyance and amusement. Still getting used to Lynn's size, he clenched his ass and wiggled his hips, surprising the boy and drawing a very satisfying moan out of him. "It sure sounds like you are!"
Incensed, Lynn tightened his grip on his brother's hips and began pulling out, drawing a deep gasp out of Lane, and an uncontrollable shudder out of himself. "Don't be a sore loser, Lane. You know I won this fair and square." He clenched his teeth and focused on building his rhythm.
The intensity picking up led to a chain reaction, and Lane's pants fell to his knees, exposing his hard member further. Nonplussed, he maintained his focus on milking Lynn for all he was worth. "Ngh... Hey, Lynn, here's a riddle. How is fucking me like a hundred-meter dash?"
How was Lane being so cool about this? That question, alongside the riddle, caused Lynn to lose his focus for a moment. His thrusts became rapid, shallow, and uneven, and he felt Lane's every little shift bringing him closer to erupting. This was so different from Lars last night, and he was relishing every moment of punishing his older brother for challenging him. He gasped for air, realizing how long he'd been holding his breath, before replying. "How?"
"If you keep up a pace like that," the older brother replied, still working his muscles to rile Lynn into a frenzy, "you're definitely coming in first."
"Oh yeah?" Lynn looked down to where his body met his brother's. Lane wasn't wrong, it was all he could do not to blow his load right there, while Lane looked like he could take his pounding for hours. Another idea came to mind when he saw his brother's erection swinging about under him. "How about if I do this?"
"Haaaah!" Lane moaned as he felt Lynn grab hold of his member and begin stroking him, coaxing him deeper into pleasure. "That's more... nh... like it."
Still, it was too little too late for Lynn. No longer able to stop himself, he released Lane's cock and gave one final heavy thrust, collapsing onto his brother's back as he emptied his load, first inside Lane, then outside as his knees faltered. "I give, I give," he panted, "You win this round, bro."
With that little act of revenge under his belt, Lane brought a hand to his hard shaft, rubbing himself to an orgasm like a satisfying punchline at the end of a joke, then wobbled to his knees, pulling his pants back up with his left hand. "Size isn't everything."
He turned around to find Lynn sitting on the ground, still somewhat out of it, and held out his right to help the boy up.
Lynn held his hand out to grab on for support, only for his traits to contort into abject horror as he made contact. This was the hand Lane had rubbed himself off with and had shot a heavy load into.
"Lane! Gross! What the heck!?" He recoiled in horror, as though his hand was on fire, and ran to the workshop sink to rinse the offending substance off.
Lane burst into raucous laughter at the sight. "Really, Lynn? Plowing two of your brothers is fine, but a little cum and you run for the hills?"
"Screw you!" The younger brother shot back furiously.
This drew a thunderous snort from Lane and had him doubled over in a fit of laughter. "Just... Bahahaha! Just listen to yourself and think about that one for a moment!"
Lynn paused. Anger gave way to bemusement, which cracked into a smirk, until Lynn contracted the laughter contagion. "Okay, okay. I gotta give that one to you."
"I can think of something else you gave me!" Lane boisterously continued, complete with finger guns.
Lynn couldn't help but keep laughing, with cramps forcing him to bend over above the sink. "Stop! Stop! I can't take it anymore!"
"Fine, fine..." Lynn was making this too easy for him, but he decided to go easy on his brother. After fixing his pants while hopefully not getting too much spunk on his suspenders, he made his way to the sink and stood behind Lynn, putting his arms around the younger boy to wash his own hands.
If the gesture was bothering Lynn, he didn't show it. "Thanks for being a good sport about this, big bro. I'm glad we had that whole talk and, uh, the other thing. That was really fun. I was sure you'd chicken out."
"A comedian always sticks with his act. For a beginner, you weren't too bad yourself." Lane smiled. "I still can't believe you're bigger than me, though."
"Them's the breaks. I bet it's all this sport getting my blood pumping." Lynn shrugged. "Too bad for you."
"Still, if you're going to be doing more of this, you really should try taking it at some point." Lane suggested, edging closer. "You'll find out some really interesting things about yourself, and it's a nice feeling all its own. I bet it'd mean a lot to Lars, too." He punctuated this by suddenly pressing his crotch against the younger boy's backside.
"Stop that!" Lynn shoved his brother off of himself roughly, but the mental image of Lars walking across their dark bedroom and leaving him alone reminded him not to snap like that again. Instead, he took a deep breath to keep his cool. He twisted the taps shut with a creak before shaking his head. "I don't feel like it. I have the biggest cock, so I'm on top. That's my rule."
"Ah well, suit yourself." Lane shrugged.
As the two brothers parted ways in different directions to avoid attracting suspicion, neither of them noticed a frustrated little white shadow scampering away and up into her tree house...
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