Very Big Brother

Chapter 2: Starstruck

For the next two weeks, the Loud house was a beehive of activity. Carpenters and plumbers added the two new bathrooms, one upstairs and one downstairs, which to the Loud children seemed like the greatest of luxuries. The carpenters also added a small room on the first floor that would eventually be usable as a walk-in coat closet but that, for the next three months, would contain nothing but a camera, a single stool, and some hanging lingerie to serve as what the producers called the “Unmentionables” room. The biggest addition to the house was a space simply called “the set”: an enclosed sound stage that took up much of what had been the back yard.

While this construction was underway, electricians, grips, and other techs swarmed the house, installing cameras and sound equipment in every room and adjusting the lighting to be maximally flattering to anyone caught on video. Wardrobe specialists made several visits, first to take everyone’s measurements and then to bring a variety of outfits for each family member to try on. Production assistants delivered various supplies provided by the show’s sponsors, including canned protein shakes, bottles of nutrient-fortified water, and a hundred pregnancy test kits.

The Louds themselves were busy, too. Each of the girls brainstormed ideas for their special scene with Lincoln. Leni busied herself sewing lingerie of her own design. Luna, Luan, Lana, and Lola provided frequent and often unsolicited input about the construction of the set. Lynn, not normally an avid reader, was often found with her nose buried in a library book titled Training for Two: Pregnancy and the Elite Athlete. Lisa began the fertility treatments for the younger girls, plus additional hormone infusions to fulfill Lola’s demand for “melons” and Luna and Luan’s rather more reasonable request for “a little more up top.” Lucy consulted with Lola about what sort of makeup would keep her from looking too “alive” on camera. The only absent Loud was Lori, who was still finishing up her freshman year at Fairway University. She would return during the show’s fourth week of production and then remain at home until the series was finished.

One thing none of the Loud girls were doing was having sex with Lincoln. It had been specified in their contract that they couldn’t start doing that until shooting began. And with the ever-increasing number of cameras being installed around the house, it would be all too easy to be caught if they breached said contract.

During those tumultuous two weeks, Chad and Margie came over to meet with the whole family to talk about the structure of the show.

“We’ll be dropping two episodes a week,” Margie explained. “On Thursdays—except in the first week—we’ll show a compilation of whatever action our cameras around the house catch. So don’t be shy!”

“Then on Fridays, as you know,” Chad said, “we’ll show a scene with Lincoln and one of the girls.”

“Wait a sec,” Lynn Sr interjected. “Don’t they call Friday night the ‘death slot’ for TV shows?”

“They used to,” Chad explained. “But this isn’t any TV show—this is an event. Releasing the new episodes on Fridays will encourage people to make it a social thing by getting together to watch it live.”

“And those who don’t,” Margie added, “can stream it on demand any time afterward. Those views will count for almost as much in our numbers.”

“In any case,” Chad said, “we already know what kind of scene we’d like to put on this Friday night.”

Lincoln looked at Chad and Margie with interest. This was the first time they had brought up what they wanted to see in any particular scene.

“That viral ‘Preg Party’ video,” Margie explained, “is a big reason why people are going to want to watch our show. And both the comments on that video and our focus groups tell us that part of the video’s appeal is Lincoln playing the submissive. So we want to kick things off by having a scene like that in the first episode.”

“Perfect,” Lucy said in her gravelly voice. “I have lots of ideas. Chains, whips, candle wax-”

“All great thoughts,” Chad cut in, raising his palm. “But we want to save the heavy stuff for later in the season.”

“We were thinking of starting off with a scene featuring your little rock star here,” Margie said, indicating Luna.

“Really?” Luna exclaimed. “You want me to go first?”

“Yup!” Chad said. “You’re a cute teenager with great stage presence, so you’re the perfect Loud to get this show off and running.”

Chad and Margie passed out printed sheets showing the order in which the various Loud girls’ scenes would be shot. Indeed, Luna’s scene appeared first.

“Hey!” Lynn Jr exclaimed, frowning at her sheet and then at the two producers. “How come I’m second to last?”

“The schedule,” Chad said, “was determined by a complex formula involving marketing focus groups, school schedules, and of course menstrual cycles.”

Luna looked down at her own body. She was glad that although she’d been receiving Lisa’s hormone treatment for only two weeks, it had already given her breasts the size of Lori’s and Leni’s, and her waist and hips no longer formed parallel lines the way they used to but instead had a pronounced curve to them.

Chad went on, “We’ve got some ideas for this scene that we think you’re going to like.”

“But first, we’d like to introduce you to Jasmine,” Margie said.

A woman with light-tan skin and long, shiny raven hair came in and sat down between Luna and Lincoln.

“Hi there,” the woman said, looking between the two Loud kids. “I’m Jasmine, and I’ll be the intimacy coordinator for the show. I’ll work with you to plan out each of your special scenes—both to help you make it look great on camera and to make sure you’re comfortable with what you’re doing. So for this first scene, I’ll be sitting down with Luna and Lincoln to talk through the details.”

Marge cut in, “Speaking of intimacy, there’s something we forgot to mention: Each Friday episode will start with our ‘Unmentionables’ segment. The girl who will be starring in that week’s scene will talk to the audience about her hopes, anxieties, and especially any naughty secrets she’s willing to share.”

Luna paled a bit. She’d seen the Unmentionables closet, of course, but she hadn’t known that it was meant to be an interview space, let alone that she was going to be the first one interviewed.

“Okay,” Chad said, clapping his hands together, “looks like we’re done here. Luna, Lincoln, you two come out to the production trailer with the three of us so we can plan your scene. Then, later, you’ll meet just with Jasmine to discuss the details of the sexual parts.”

As most of the Louds left the dining room, Lincoln excused himself for a bathroom break and said he would come out to the trailer in a minute. Only Luna stayed behind.

“Chad, Margie,” Luna said, “can I talk to you guys for a sec?”

Margie nodded to Jasmine, who went out the front door.

“I gotta admit,” Luna said, “I’m a little nervous about this Unmentionables jazz. I’ve never done an interview before.”

“Not even when you were Lulu?” Chad asked.

“Oh, yeah, I guess you guys would know about that,” Luna replied, her face reddening a little. She was still embarrassed by how close she’d come to selling out for the sake of musical stardom. “But no, I didn’t do any interviews then, either.”

“Don’t worry,” Margie said, “it’s not an interview. No one’s going to ask you questions. And you don’t have to be anyone but yourself. You just go in there and say what’s on your mind. Or in your heart. Or in your groin.”

“It’s just going to be you and Candy in there,” Chad added. “She’s our camera operator; we’ll introduce you tomorrow.”

“So forget about the audience,” Margie said, “and just talk to Candy. Remember, you’re not giving a speech; you’re having a conversation.”

***

For Luna, Friday came both too slowly and too quickly, because she was equal parts excited and anxious. But she tried to keep Chad and Margie’s advice in mind when she entered the new hall closet, brushed past the many hanging lingerie items inside, and sat on the stool by the rear wall. Candy, a young Black woman with poofy hair and a red scarf, was already behind the camera.

“We can start whenever you’re ready, sweetie,” Candy said.

“I guess I’m ready as I’ll ever be,” Luna said.

“Okay,” Candy said, “three, two, one.” A tiny red light on the camera turned on, indicating that it was recording.

Unmentionables

“Hey, dudes,” Luna said, trying to look at Candy and not into the glassy, soulless, cyclopean eye of the camera lens. “I kinda can’t believe I’m gonna be doing the first scene with Lincoln. I sort of figured it’d be Lori, you know? She’s the oldest, so she’s usually the first one to do everything. But Lori’s still at school, so I guess that put me closer to the front of the line.

“I gotta confess, I’m kinda nervous. I mean, I’m used to performing in front of a crowd, and I’ve even been on TV before, but it’s always been when I was playing music, y’know? Which is something I know I’m good at. And having sex on camera is fun when it’s just me and my friends, ‘cause I was born to be wild. But making it an actual performance…that people everywhere are gonna see, and talk about…and judge…and…I gotta go.”

Luna leaped off the stool and fled the closet. Candy shrugged and stopped recording.

***

Minutes later, Luna was in her room. Thoughts raced through her mind. 

At least the hard part is over, she told herself. But even as she thought it, she didn’t really believe it, because she still had her sexual performance ahead of her.

Just then, her sister Luan came in. She, too, was visibly benefiting from Lisa’s treatments, having more in the way of breasts and hips than she’d had two weeks earlier.

“Hey, little sister,” Luna sighed.

“You okay, Luna?” Luan asked. “I mean, I haven’t seen you come out of a closet that fast since you met your girlfriend! Hahahaha, get it?”

Having spent many years as Luan’s roommate, Luna knew the aspiring comedienne wasn’t mocking her. Communicating through humor was just how Luan rolled.

“It’s just that,” Luna replied, “every step I take, every move I make, they’ll be watching me. Okay, yeah, I’ve got my nice new bod, but it’s not porn-star quality. And my sex skills aren’t, either. I mean, I can make Sam cum with my tongue, but not like a pro.”

“You know,” Luan said, “when Mom and Dad first talked to us about doing this show, I was thinking the same thing. I mean, I can handle being on stage, and I’m glad I can bring my T and A game-” she gave her own boobs a little squeeze “-but having sex on TV is a whole other ball of wax. I mean, I tell a great dick joke, but taking dick isn’t exactly my department, performance-wise.”

“Yeah,” Luna sighed.

“But,” Luan said, slapping herself on her now somewhat rounder ass, “then I realized that if Chad and Margie and the rest of the Big Splash people wanted to make a show about porn stars, they’d have hired porn stars. They don’t need us to be great at sex; they just need us to be ourselves. I mean, be ourselves while we’re getting fucked raw by Lincoln, but still. People won’t be tuning in to see pros; they’ll be tuning in to see real girls fucking their real brother—and getting real knocked up!”

“Huh,” Luna said, nodding. “You’ve got a point there. Thanks, sis.” They hugged. 

“You know,” Luan said in Luna’s ear, “hugging is a little more fun now that we have boobs.”

“Totally,” Luna agreed.

***

Shortly thereafter, it was time for Luna to get ready for her scene with Lincoln. Being excited about the more feminine shape that her body had acquired through Lisa’s treatments, Luna wanted to show off her new physique in the scene. So, with only a little guidance from Wardrobe, she’d cut one of her purple, skull-emblazoned T-shirts into a crop top with a punk-chic ragged hem. The T-shirt was one of her old ones, so it was very snug across her new chest—which was just how Luna wanted it. Leni had helped Luna pick out a pair of jeans that fit the curves of her hips perfectly; then Leni had sewed a line of silver snaps all the way down the left side, from the waistband to the cuff. Completing the ensemble were a single silver earring and a silver navel-ring, each one sporting a small purple jewel.

Now fully dressed, Luna headed downstairs to the set. The previous day, Lincoln and Luna had walked through their scene there—not actually rehearsing, because Chad and Margie wanted their scenes to look natural, but just getting a basic understanding of who would need to be where and when. At that time, the AV crew hadn’t yet finished programming the backdrop to display on the seamless array of LED screens that covered the wall behind the stage. But now, it seemed, they had.

“Whoa…” Luna breathed.

The actual stage was shallow—just five feet from front to back. But the image on the wall of screens behind it made the stage look as big as that of a concert hall, seemingly extending a good fifty feet back to a midnight-blue velvet curtain. The screens also showed stage lights and two stacks of speakers, which looked so real that when Luna got up on the stage, she felt as though she were standing between them. Directly above her, a big sign at the top of the proscenium spelled out LUNA in purple light bulbs. The producers had decided early on that the girls would use their real names in the scenes. 

“There are a lot of you,” Margie had explained, “which means that the audience will have a lot of names to remember. We don’t want to risk confusing them by adding character names to the mix.”

“Except for Lincoln,” Chad added. “He’s the only boy and he’s in every scene, so the fans won’t have much trouble remembering who he is.”

The set had been divided into two sections: the stage, and what looked like a backstage dressing room. Lincoln, along with several extras, was in the pit area in front of the stage. Candy would zoom in on Luna enough to capture her and the “fans” while making it look like the crowd and venue were both larger than they really were.

Because the scenes were being streamed live, there was no director. Nor was there a camera operator in the room; instead, there were numerous automated cameras around the set, all controlled remotely by Candy. As soon as Lincoln and Luna were in their places, a red LED light came on beneath the lens of each camera, indicating that streaming had begun.

Lincoln and the extras acted like concertgoers dancing in the pit as they looked up at Luna, who was onstage and finishing a song—meant to be the second-to-last number of her “concert.” She was wearing her guitar on its strap; one of the few things Luna had insisted on for her scene was that she play guitar for real, and not just fake it while recorded music played.

“Alright, dudes and dudettes!” Luna shouted. She wore a headset mic that made her voice sound as though it were coming from the speakers on the stage. “For my last song of the night, I’m gonna pick somebody from the pit to come up on stage with me!”

Thus cued, Lincoln and the extras went nuts, screaming and waving their arms as if trying to get Luna’s attention. Luna gazed down into the pit for a moment, pretending to be searching among them. Her eyes settled on Lincoln.

“The little dude with the white hair!” she said, pointing. Then she reached a hand down toward him. “C’mon up here!” Lincoln took her hand and let Luna help him up onto the stage. 

One thing Lincoln was glad of was that for these scenes, he didn’t have to memorize lines. The producers felt that scripted dialogue delivered by non-professional actors would sound stilted, and that it would be better for Lincoln and his scene partners to simply know what kind of thing they were supposed to say at any given moment.

“Wow!” Lincoln exclaimed, shouting over the noise of the crowd. “I can’t believe I’m standing right next to you! I’m your biggest fan!”

“Ready for a serenade, little dude?” Luna asked.

“Definitely!” Lincoln replied.

Luna began to play an original song—the other thing she had insisted on for this scene. Chad and Margie had been dubious until Luna played the heavy metal power ballad for them. They loved it. Not having to pay royalties appealed to them, too; the opportunity to play her song on live TV was all the compensation Luna wanted.

Luna began to play her song in front of Lincoln, swaying her newly shapely hips to the music as she strummed her guitar.

Hey there little cutie
Wanna take me for a spin
I like your sexy booty
And those jeans are pencil-thin
How ‘bout we go out back
And you show me what you got
My nips are hard as glass
And my cooch is gettin’ hot

Luna shifted to a minor key and looked lasciviously at Lincoln as she sang,

You got me buck naked
Pullin’ down my G-string
Slidin’ it on in me
I just need one more thing

Luna shook her new tits in their tight crop-top at Lincoln for a second, then turned to the audience and strummed her guitar hard as she sang the chorus:

I want you deeper inside
My legs are open so wide
Now I need it really bad
So I’m ditchin’ my pride

I want you deeper inside
My pussy won’t be denied
I never got it this good
And believe me I’ve tried

Baby take me for a hard ride
I want you deeper inside 

Luna followed this up with a guitar solo, then launched into the next verse.

Never been so turned on
And now you’re makin’ me scream
Wanna go on till dawn
You’re like my wettest wet dream
I’m beggin’ for your lovin’
And your big ol’ magnum gun
I’m warmin’ up my oven
Might be ready for a bun

From the blush on Luna’s freckled face, Lincoln could see that singing this song to him was actually turning her on. Which was great, because it was doing the same for him. He gyrated his hips in time with the music as Luna sang the lead-in to the chorus.

Your hands are pure magic
And you’re hung like a bear
They say you’re just a kid
But right now I don’t care

The two siblings looked at each other with unbridled desire as Luna sang the chorus.

I want you deeper inside
My legs are open so wide
Now I need it really bad
So I’m ditchin’ my pride

I want you deeper inside
My pussy won’t be denied
I never got it this good
And believe me I’ve tried

Baby take me for a hard ride
I want you deeper inside 

Baby take me for a hard ride
I want you deeper insiiiiiiide!

Luna made one big final strum of her guitar, then waved at the screaming, cheering audience and shouted, “Thank you and good night!”

She grabbed Lincoln’s hand and led him off the stage to the portion of the set that was set up to look like a rock star’s dressing room. Luna shut the door behind them and tried to forget about the cameras that were on every wall.

“Well,” she said, panting a little, “now that you’ve seen me perform up close, you wanna do the same for me? I could use a little tongue action, if you know what I mean.”

“You want me to eat your pussy?” Lincoln replied eagerly. “Totally!”

Lincoln practically ran over to Luna just as she unfastened her spiked belt and turned sideways to him, showing him the line of silver snaps that held her jeans together.

“Wanna take these off me, little dude?”

“More than anything!” Lincoln exclaimed.

He grabbed the waistband of Luna’s jeans, putting one hand on each side of the row of silver snaps, and pulled. The snaps popped open in rapid succession, revealing the lacy, high-cut purple Elizabeth’s Mystery panties Luna had on underneath.

Luna had gone back and forth with Chad and Margie about her choice of underwear for the scene, arguing that a jeans-clad rock star probably wouldn’t wear such fancy lingerie underneath. Anxious to prevent another “Lulu” scenario, Luna had been prepared to stick to her guns on that point—until Chad showed Luna the cover of nouveau-metal artist Blayze’s upcoming album. The young woman was wearing a raggedy T-shirt and jeans that were literally falling apart, revealing the fancy satin bra-and-panty set she wore beneath.

“It’s a yin-and-yang thing,” Chad explained. “Scruffy on the outside, dressy on the inside. It signifies your depth and range as an artist.” 

Luna knew Chad was probably just BSing to convince her to wear the sponsor’s lingerie on TV, but she liked the sound of his argument anyway. Besides, she had to admit that the fancy undies looked rockin’ on her newly shapely ass.

Now, Luna pulled out the chair in front of her dressing table and sat down in it. Then she pulled the crotch of her purple panties aside and smiled at Lincoln.

“My cooch is ready when you are, little dude,” she said sexily.

For much of his life to date, Lincoln hadn’t had strong feelings either way about eating pussy. He didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t something he did for its own sake. Most often, he did it to reciprocate before, during, or after a blowjob.

But recently, things had changed a bit. A company called Lusciousness—one of Very Big Brother’s dozen or so sponsors—had come out with a new lube with a very special property: By itself, it had no taste, but when it came into contact with a woman’s own natural lubricant, it developed a fruity flavor that didn’t necessarily resemble any particular fruit and that varied from woman to woman. When Lincoln and Luna tried it while rehearsing their scene, Lincoln had found it delicious; it reminded him of a kind of grape popsicle he particularly liked. Plus, eating Luna out while on his knees appealed to his submissive side.

So now, when Luna spread her legs and looked at Lincoln with a lusty smile, the boy did not have to feign enthusiasm: He dropped to his knees, shoved his face between Luna’s freckled thighs, and went to town.

Luna gasped—Lincoln was tonguing her clit like a pro. Luna reached up under her crop top and fondled her own breasts as her thighs gently gripped Lincoln’s face.

***

While brother and sister made sweet oral love, the rest of the Loud family was watching this scene on the living room TV. All were excited to see the premiere of their family’s very own series.

“Hey!” Lynn Jr barked. “Did you guys know Lincoln can eat pussy like that? Little creep’s been holding out on me!”

“He wasn’t always this good,” Luan explained. “Jasmine had Luna and Sam tutor him for the last few days. I guess he can pass the orals now! Hahahaha!”

“Goodness,” Rita said. “Lincoln was already a bit of a girl magnet; he’ll be beating them off with a stick after this.”

“Which will be the only kind of ‘beating off’ he’ll ever have to do! Hahahaha!” Luan chortled.

As was her custom, Lisa ignored her fourth-eldest sibling’s juvenile attempts at humor. Lisa had been looking forward to this evening for some time, and she would not be distracted from the sight of Lincoln and Luna preparing each other for sexual intercourse and, hopefully, procreation. 

Months earlier, Lisa discovered that she had a very particular fetish: watching her male sibling have intercourse with, and impregnate, a female. This, she knew, was because Lincoln shared approximately fifty percent of her genetic material, so any reproductive success on his part was partial success for her, as well. 

But in this particular sexual liaison, both parties carried a share of Lisa’s DNA. Thus, their offspring would be as closely related to Lisa as any child Lisa might produce herself, at least with an unrelated mate. Just thinking about it had made Lisa wet.

Which was why, before coming downstairs to join the family in front of the TV, Lisa had pushed a wireless vibrating egg of her own design up her pussy. Now, she used a controller on her wrist to turn on the device. The vibration was silent, but Lisa found it no less stimulating than a noisier model.

***

“Okay, little dude,” Luna breathed as she put a hand in Lincoln’s white hair. “Now that I’ve seen your opening act, how about you show me how you rock n’ roll?”

Lincoln pulled his face from between Luna’s freckled thighs and looked up at her face. “You mean you want to fuck? That would be awesome! I mean, I’ve been your biggest fan since forever, so wow!”

Luna chuckled. “Biggest fan, huh? How big are we talkin’, little dude?”

“Gosh, really big!” Lincoln replied as he put his hand on his jeans-clad crotch and the growing bulge inside. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jerked off listening to your music. I always have to keep paper towels ready in my other hand, ‘cause my mom yells when I get cum on the ceiling.”

Luna blinked. “Whoa, the ceiling?” Then she looked down at Lincoln’s bulging crotch and said, “Let’s go over there.”

She pointed to what looked like an army cot; at least, it would have looked like an army cot if it hadn’t had a purple coverlet and black satin sheets. As she walked over to it, Luna pulled off her crop top and tossed it away, revealing a lacy purple bra that matched her panties. 

As Lincoln gawked at her, Luna took off her bra and gave the boy a good look at her freckle-topped breasts. Then she flounced over to the bed, her boobs jiggling with each step. She stopped by the bed and patted its surface.

“This is where I take naps before a show,” she said, sexily sliding her purple panties down her legs and off. “And it’s where I fuck my favorite fans after. Now, how about you show me what’s in your pants?”

Lincoln had been a little concerned about this part of their scene, because viewers would probably be a little disappointed if his cock were less than fully hard when he took it out. But now he knew that he needn’t have worried, because looking at Luna’s naked body with its new curves had made him as horny and hard as could be. So he undid the fly of his jeans and shoved them down along with his briefs, making his hard cock spring out and bounce in the air.

“Dude, whoa!” Luna cried. “You’re larger than life!”

She didn’t have to fake her excitement; it had been a couple of years since they had last fucked, and Lincoln’s cock had clearly grown quite a lot since then. It looked like it might even be bigger than it had been when the boy knocked up Ronnie Anne.

Now, pointing to the surface of the bed, Luna breathed, “Lie down, little dude,” she breathed. “I wanna bury that monster in my pussy.”

“You got it!” Lincoln replied brightly.

He quickly came over and lay down on his back on the bed. Then he grabbed his cock by the base and held it straight up.

“Ready when you are, Miss Luna!” he said.

Luna looked down at Lincoln’s cock and smiled lasciviously. She had just about forgotten that she was on camera, or even that she was playing a role; in her mind, she was a rock star, this little dude was her biggest fan, and she was gonna ride that big dong of his all the way to heaven.

She got on the bed with Lincoln, standing up on her knees as she straddled his hips. Her pussy, with its teensy tuft of brown hair, hovered directly above Lincoln’s cock.

“Get your motor runnin’, little dude,” she said, “‘cause it’s time to ride!”

“Awesome!” Lincoln exclaimed.

Slowly, Luna eased down onto her brother’s hard cock. It had been well over a year since the two siblings had last fucked, and Luna wasn’t used to Lincoln’s current size, but she’d been looking forward to playing his instrument.

Now, she let out a loud half-moan, half-sigh as her pussy swallowed her little brother’s big member. Then, when her freckled thighs landed gently on Lincoln’s slim hips and his cockhead pressed against her cervix, she shuddered with a mini-orgasm.

***

“Wow,” said Sam Sharp, who had invited Mazzy and Sully—the other two members of Sam and Luna’s band, the Moon Goats—over to watch Luna’s episode of Very Big Brother. 

Staring at the screen, Sully said, “Yeah, wow. No twelve-year-old ever gave me penis envy before.”

“That’s a lot of cock to take,” Mazzy breathed, brushing her wild brown hair out of her eyes. “Even for a girl our age.”

“I’ve been kind of embarrassed to ask Luna to let me fist her,” Sam said. “But now that I see how much she can take in her pussy, I’m not even going to ask; I’m just going to shove it in to the elbow, ‘cause I know that’ll make her cum.”

***

At this point, Luna had forgotten all about the cameras and the audience. She just looked lustily down at Lincoln and began to move forward and back on top of him, wanting to feel more of the pleasure that his long, thick cock was giving her inside.

“Oooooh, little dude,” she moaned, “your cock is rockin’ my world…”

Lincoln grinned and put his hands on his sister’s hips while he gazed up at her freckle-dusted breasts. He’d liked his rocker sister’s body before Lisa’s treatments, but he had to admit that he liked it even better now—not least because her widened hips gave him more to hold onto, while her bigger chest gave him more to look at.

“You’ve got nice tits, Miss Luna…” Lincoln sighed.

Luna smiled down at him lustily. “Thanks, little br- dude. But now that you’ve got all that dick up in me, you can just call me Luna.”

“There’s nowhere I’d rather put it…Luna…” Lincoln breathed.

Luna increased her speed a little. Lincoln’s cockhead felt like it was kissing her cervix every time she got him balls-deep in her pussy, and she wanted more of those kisses. She was also growing to love the way Lincoln’s girth was stretching every inch of her fucktunnel. Not only did that feel good in and of itself, but her pussy-flesh was so taut around her brother’s member that it tugged at her clit each time she moved up or down.

So Luna couldn’t help but ride Lincoln faster still. And now, she could feel her new breasts bouncing with her movements, which made her feel sexy as hell. Especially given that Lincoln was looking at them even more avidly than before.

In fact, Lincoln was tempted to reach up and put his hands on his big sister’s bouncing breasts. But he resisted—not because he didn’t want to feel Luna’s nice handful-sized tits, but because he wanted even more to keep his hands on her hips and help her ride him as fast as possible. The boy was super-horny now, especially at the prospect of shooting a big load straight up into Luna’s womb.

“Oh yeah…” Luna panted, now riding Lincoln at full gallop. “Hang on…a little…longer…and I’ll…I…AAAAAAAH!”

Maybe it was because Lincoln’s cock was bigger now than the last time he and Luna had fucked, or maybe it was because of her excitement, but when Luna came, her love-tunnel gripped Lincoln’s member much harder than he expected. So in the space of two seconds, Lincoln went from merely approaching orgasm to screaming “GAAAAAAH!” and shooting a substantial load up into his big sister.

As for Luna, her orgasm was so surprisingly powerful that when it was over, she felt dizzy. She fell forward, only half-catching herself with her arms and shoving Lincoln’s face into the valley between her freckled boobs. This made it a little harder for the panting boy to breathe, yet he didn’t mind in the least. 

It was at that moment—as she half-lay on top of Lincoln, naked and sweating, feeling her brother’s hot breath against her breasts—when Luna realized the significance of this scene. Lincoln might have been her little brother, but he was also a stud, in the truest sense. And out of all eleven Louds whom Lincoln was going to be fucking and trying to impregnate on this show, Luna had been chosen to go first. Which meant, among other things, that she could very easily become the first Loud girl to get knocked up with Lincoln’s baby.

Ever since her and Sam’s relationship had turned serious, Luna had considered the possibility of one day asking Lincoln to be the biological father of their child. Up to now, she’d expected that Sam would be the bio-mom, and Luna had begun looking forward to watching Lincoln impregnate her blonde lover. 

But now, because of Very Big Brother and because Lisa had shown through genetic testing that the Loud girls could bear Lincoln’s children without risk of birth defects, Lincoln was going to impregnate Luna herself. At the beginning, Luna had been merely okay with that. But the more she’d thought about it, the more excited she had become.

She lowered her front half fully down onto Lincoln’s chest, then rolled off him and onto her side to look at him. Lincoln, too, turned onto his side and looked back at her.

“Hey, little dude,” Luna said sultrily, “you wanna know a secret?”

“Sure!” Lincoln replied.

“I’m lookin’ to get knocked up,” Luna said. “If you shoot some more of your white-hot love into me, you might get to be my baby daddy.”

“Wow!” Lincoln replied. “Can I shoot some more in you right now?”

Lincoln might have been pretending to be a rock-and-roll fanboy, but his enthusiasm about impregnating Luna wasn’t feigned in the least. The white-haired boy had discovered from his now-famous liaisons with Ronnie Anne and with Stella and Judy Zhau that the prospect of getting a girl pregnant was a big turn-on for him. The fact that Luna was his sister did nothing to dull his excitement about the idea of putting a baby in her right here and now—and on live television, no less.

“You sure can, little man,” Luna replied. “As long as you can get it up for me again.”

“No problem!” Lincoln said. “I can get it up just looking at your picture on a poster. Seeing you right here in front of me, and totally nude, I’m hard again already!”

Luna looked at Lincoln’s cock. Indeed, he was fully erect. She grinned at the sight, then lay back on the bed and opened her legs.

“Then go ahead and mount up, cowboy,” she said. 

Lincoln eagerly climbed on top of Luna. Her new curves made her body feel softer beneath his, which he liked. But what turned him on even more than that was the fiery lust in her eyes as she looked at him. 

“Hey,” Luna said naughtily, “your face is in just the right place, li’l bro. Wanna suck my titties while you fuck me? If you’re gonna put a baby in me, my boobs are gonna need a warmup before I start breastfeeding.”

Lincoln guessed that “little bro” was a slip of the tongue, given that Luna had conspicuously avoided calling him “bro” earlier. He took it as another sign of how horny his big sister was getting.

“You bet!” Lincoln cheered.

He pushed his cock into Luna’s wide-open pussy, making the teenager sigh loudly. Then he lowered his face to her chest, took one of her pink nipples into his mouth, and sucked it as he began to thrust into her at an easy pace.

“Ooooh, yeahhhh…” Luna moaned. “Fuck me and suck me…That’s so good…”

Lincoln was more than happy to give Luna’s new, perky titties some attention. Plus, Luna’s line about wanting to get pregnant had sounded like more than a line: Lincoln had heard genuine enthusiasm in it. Which further amped up Lincoln’s own enthusiasm for getting Luna pregnant.

So although Lincoln kept his pace slow for as long as he could for the sake of both Luna and the audience, soon he absolutely had to fuck his sister faster. And when Lincoln picked up his pace, Luna accelerated the movement of her hips to match it.

Luna was so into this that she had lost all interest in playing her rock-star role. All she wanted to be now was Luna Loud, getting fucked and impregnated by her big-dicked super-stud of a little brother. And she knew that was okay.

“Remember,” Chad had said, “even though you’re on camera, you’re not acting; you’re playing a game. Even if you’re pretending to be someone else, we still want you to be yourselves. Because that’s what the viewers will be tuning in to see.”

“Which means,” Margie added, “that you’re free to break character whenever it feels right. Especially in the heat of passion.”

So now, Luna moaned, “Oh yeah…oh God little bro…fuck me…fuck me and knock me up…knock me up hard…”

Lincoln couldn’t help himself; his desire inflamed to the point of consuming him, he fucked Luna as hard and fast as he could. He needed to get Luna pregnant, and for reasons that had nothing to do with Very Big Brother. This was pure animal instinct, the need to mate and impregnate and breed.

Luna was becoming overwhelmed, as well. Her last coherent thought was that she really hoped Sam was watching.

***

Sam Sharp couldn’t help herself, either. Watching her sexy girlfriend, with her newly sexed-up body, moan and writhe with pleasure was turning her on big time. And even though Sam considered herself more lesbian than bisexual, seeing Lincoln’s thick cock plunge into Luna’s depths again and again was turning her on, too.

So Sam thrust her hand down under the waistband of her skirt and into her panties to rub her clit as she raptly watched the action on screen. She wasn’t the only one in the room seeking satisfaction; Mazzy was now standing behind her, bent over with her hands on the back of the sofa as Sully fucked her from behind. Neither of them was looking at anything but the TV.

***

“Oh God!” Luna gasped as Lincoln pounded her pussy like a madman. “Oh God, I’m gonna- I’m- AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”

“YYYYYEEEESSSSSS!” Lincoln hollered, shooting his load deep into Luna’s spasming pussy.

When their orgasms finished, Lincoln rolled off Luna, his slim body just fitting next to hers on the narrow cot. Both of them gazed upward, panting.

Around the room, the little red LEDs on all the cameras went dark. The scene was over.

Lincoln rolled over onto his side to face Luna. He took another moment to catch his breath before he spoke.

“That was pretty great,” he said.

“That was so rockin’,” Luna agreed.

She turned onto her side to face Lincoln and kissed him softly on the lips. Lincoln put his arm around her. Fucking her had been terrific, but this chance for intimacy was very nice, too.

“But you know what’s even better?” Luna asked.

“What?” 

Luna pulled him close, putting his face between her breasts, and said, “Now that our scene’s done, I’ve got dibs on you for the next five days. And I wanna do this a lot more.”

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Coming up next: Chapter 3: Fashion Forward