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Whoops	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 100034 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own or even rent The Loud House. (If I did, my security deposit would be long gone by now.) I made no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 3

“Lisa!” Lori shouted. “Open this door right now! We know you’ve got Lincoln in there!”

“Yeah, quit hogging him!” Lynn hollered.

“I need him bad!” Lana cried. “And I don’t even know what for!”

“Kissing, for starters,” Lucy muttered desperately. “I need to feel his lips pressed against mine.”

“I need to rip his shirt open,” Luna said hungrily, “and put my hands all over his chest, y’know?”

“I need his hands all over my chest!” Leni squawked.

“I need him inside me,” Lori moaned with both lust and anguish. “God, I know he’s my brother and that I’m going to Hell for this, but I need him in me! Lisa, open the damn door!”

Inside Lisa’s room, Lincoln pleaded, “Lisa, are you almost done with the antidote?”

“I’m very nearly finished,” the bespectacled girl replied. Using an eyedropper to add a few milliliters of a clear fluid to the beaker-ful of red liquid she had been preparing, she declared, “Ah, that should do it. Now, turn around.”

Lincoln did as she instructed, asking, “Um, why am I turning around?”

“For several reasons,” Lisa said, opening a drawer behind Lincoln’s back and taking out a huge syringe. As she filled it with the red fluid from the beaker, she added, “But chiefly because this solution requires intramuscular administration.”

“Huh?” said Lincoln.

“This might shting a bit,” Lisa said neutrally.

Lisa jammed the syringe through the seat of her brother’s jeans and deep into his right buttock before pressing the plunger.

“YAAAAAAGH!” Lincoln screamed. Then he whipped his head around to glare at his sister. “‘Sting a bit!?’”

“Bedside manner isn’t my forte.”

“No kidding!” Lincoln griped. “And how does skewering me in the butt get our sisters back to normal?”

There was a whirring sound from just on the other side of the door. Lincoln’s anxiety rose as he realized that it was the sound of Lana’s electric screwdriver.

“I’m sorry, Lincoln,” Lisa sighed. “Despite applying all of my conshiderable cognitive resources to the problem, I have been unable to devise a method of countering the effects of the pheromone. At least, not with the time and equipment available.”

“WHAT?” the boy cried. “Then why did you just stick me with that needle?”

“I believe that allowing our sisters to sate the urges the pheromone has aroused will help them recover from its effects.”

“So you’re just gonna...throw me to them? I’ll be like a goat in a pool of piranhas!”

“Lincoln, there’s nothing I can do to prevent what’s about to happen to you,” Lisa replied, gesturing toward the door just as Lincoln heard the sound of one of its hinge-screws landing on the floor outside. Then her voice softened as she added, “But I can ensure that you survive it...and enjoy it.”

“Enjoy it?! How the heck can you make me enjo-”

Lincoln stopped mid-sentence as he felt his penis stiffen to steel-like hardness. His whole body began to fill with incendiary desire.

Smirking, Lisa replied, “I can do a lot of things.”

“Whoa,” Lincoln gasped.

“It’s a synthetic androgenic hormone combined with a potent vasodilator.”

“Huh?”

Lisa sighed. “It’s something to keep you hard and horny for hours. Plus a smidgen of benzodiazepine to help you overcome your anxieties about engaging in coitus with a series of first-degree relatives.”

Lincoln didn’t fully understand what Lisa was saying, but she seemed to be right about the anxiety thing: Lincoln’s terror was completely gone now, overwhelmed by the intense need that now suffused his being. Thankfully, he knew exactly how to satisfy it.

Suddenly confident, he tore off his shirt, then strode to the door and threw it open.

“All right, ladies!” he shouted, and suddenly eight pairs of eyes were riveted to Lincoln — especially to the substantial bulge that had formed in his jeans. “Line up oldest to youngest. Everybody’s gonna get some!”

“Yay!” “Whoo-hoo!” “All right!” the girls variously shouted.

“Luna,” Lincoln said, “a little ‘gettin’ it on’ music, please!”

“You got it, man!” the girl replied, hefting her guitar. She began playing a rhythmic, heavily suggestive metal-ballad that would have seemed entirely appropriate in a strip club.

Lori came into the room first, the other girls crowding behind her.

I’m talking a pretty big game right now, but the truth is, I don’t really know how to do this. I hope Lori does.

“Lie down, Linc,” his eldest sister said breathily, pointing to Lisa’s bed. “I wanna ride you.”

Lincoln saw a flash of dismay on Lisa’s face. Then the girl resignedly said, “I suppose it’s only fair that I sacrifice my bed to the cause.” With a sigh, she added, “The careless use of science always exacts a price.”

Lincoln shucked off his jeans and white briefs. Lori, pulling off her own clothes, smiled as the boy’s erection sprang free. Then Lincoln lay down on the bed.

Lori took off her bra, freeing her smallish but buoyant breasts, at which Lincoln found himself staring hungrily. And then she was on him, straddling him and kissing him hard.

When she released him, Lincoln breathed, “You know how to do this, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Lori panted, grinding her panty-clad pussy against the underside of his shaft. “I’m sorry...I know this is your first time and...I wish I could slow down and…try to make it special for you...but I need it too badly.”

“It’s okay,” Lincoln breathed, working his erection against her. “I’m starting to need it as bad as you do.”

Lori didn’t even bother taking off her white panties; she just pulled the crotch aside, exposing her completely slick-wet sex. Then she took hold of Lincoln’s erect cock and plunged down onto it.

“AAAAHHHH!” brother and sister screamed in unison.

Lori grabbed Lincoln’s shoulders and immediately began pumping forward and back, driving his shaft up into her again and again. Lincoln took hold of her upper thighs and held on.

“I can’t believe it feels this good!” the boy exclaimed.

“Mmmmhhhh,” Lori moaned. “So good! I can’t...believe...you’re only...eleven...and you’re almost...as big...as Bobby…”

As Lincoln’s eager eyes took in the most erotic sight they had ever seen—Lori’s parted lips, her upturned breasts, the sensual curves of her waist, all moving in sexual time with him—he couldn’t help but notice the crowd of his other sisters gathered behind her. All of them looked eager to take Lori’s place, and Leni and Luna seemed almost rabid with desire. He would need to get Lori off quickly so she could get off him quickly and let another sister take her place. And he really needed to get off, too. He had to find a way to get her into her top sexual gear. Then he thought of something he could say that might help.

“God, Lori,” Lincoln said, watching her breasts sway as she rode him, “you’re so...amazing...to look at...you’re a...a woman…”

She didn’t reply, but his words had clearly inflamed her passion further: She fucked him harder, her ass slapping against his thighs on every stroke.

“Oh jeez...Lori,” Lincoln panted, trying to keep up with his sister’s pace. “I don’t think... I can last...much longer!”

“Just...hold on…” Lori gasped, riding Lincoln as hard and fast as she possibly could, “a little...longer…AAAAAAAAHHHH!”

“YAAAAAH!” Lincoln screamed along with her, gripping her hips as he and his sister orgasmed like mad. He could literally feel the cum shooting from within him and up into Lori’s body, and it felt so good that for a split second he thought he might die.

Lori collapsed on top of Lincoln, and for a long moment they lay there, trying to catch their breath.

“Wow,” Lincoln panted. “That was...awesome.”

“Yeah,” Lori breathed.

“And...” Lincoln added, “your legs are...really smooth.”

Lori smiled. “So are you, you little charmer.”

She kissed Lincoln on the cheek. Then, dismounting him, she shouted, “Next!”

“Um, you don’t have to yell,” said Leni, who was standing just a few feet from the bed. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet as she stared avidly at her naked little brother.

“Sorry,” Lori replied. Then, suddenly shame-faced, she said, “I’m gonna go shower. And say about fifty Hail Marys,” and hurried off.

Yeah, we’re Catholic. Shocker, I know.

Lisa, who had been over at her chemistry table, came over with a handful of pink pills. “Here,” she said, handing one to Leni.

“What’s this?” the sprightly blonde asked.

“A cyclooxygenase-2 inhibitor I whipped up,” Lisa replied. “It should make your defloration relatively painless.”

“Huh?”

Lisa sighed. “It’ll keep the ouchies away.”

“Oh. Thanks!” said Leni, tossing the chewable tablet into her mouth. “Mmm, it’s cherry flavor!”

“It seemed appropriate,” Lisa deadpanned. Then she went down the line of sisters, handing out the rest of the pills.

Leni approached the bed. Lincoln was now sitting up.

“So, I really, really wanna do this,” Leni said anxiously, “but I’m not exactly sure how. All I saw was that there’s a lot of bouncing.”

“Don’t worry, sis,” Lincoln replied. His cock was already hardening again. “I think I have the basics figured out. Here, come lie down on the bed. After you take your clothes off, I mean.”

“Oh, okay,” Leni answered. “I wasn’t sure what you’re supposed to wear to have sex with your brother-”

“Pretty much that,” muttered Lola, pointing to Lana’s overalls. Lana shouted “Hey!” and suddenly the other sisters were moving out of the way as a four-foot-high fight-cloud rolled noisily down the hall.

“-so I just wore my regular outfit and my nicest underwear,” Leni finished.

“Can I see?” Lincoln said eagerly.

Leni quickly stripped down to her bra and panties — both baby blue and a bit frilly. Then she sat down on the bed next to Lincoln.

“Wow, those look great on you,” Lincoln said even as he started unfastening Leni’s bra. It was a surprisingly difficult task, and he was grateful that he had a direct view of the clasp and that there was good light in the room; he didn’t understand how any guy without an engineering degree could manage it in, say, the dimly lit back seat of a car. Never mind how girls did it behind their own backs.

“Thanks!” the girl replied, lying back and lifting her hips so Lincoln could pull her undies off. Then, clearly anxious to get started and seemingly guided by instinct, she opened her legs wide.

Lincoln climbed on top of her. She was completely wet, so even though her virgin entrance was tighter than Lori’s, he was still able to slide into her in one slow, easy thrust.

“Uhhhh!” Leni shouted.

Lincoln began thrusting into her, struggling to keep the pace slow, for her sake, despite his urge to pound her for all he was worth. Leni moved her hips in time with his, but, oddly, she kept talking.

“They’re from - uh! - this designer - ah! - called Bogo - yes! I don’t know - uh! - who he is, but - uh! - when you buy - ah! - one of his bras - oh! - you get - uh! - a second one - uh! - free!”

Through the haze of his increasingly intense sexual arousal, Lincoln perceived that somehow, this dialogue was adding to Leni’s enjoyment of their fucking. So he tried to contribute, even as he picked up the pace.

“That blue - is definitely - your color!” he panted between thrusts.

“Pastels - uh! - are totally - uh! - in - uh! - this season!”

Lincoln did his best to keep up his end of the conversation despite having some substantial handicaps: his relative ignorance of fashion, his intense sexual desire, and the difficulty of speaking coherently while fucking the living daylights out of his older sister. He needed to reach orgasm again, and he needed to get Leni there, too.

Then he remembered what she’d said outside Lisa’s door, about needing his hands on her chest. Without slowing his fucking of Leni at all, he managed to prop himself up on his elbows—freeing up his hands to grab Leni’s small breasts and squeeze.

It was an utterly unsophisticated effort, but it seemed to be just what Leni needed: With a high-pitched avian scream, Leni squeezed Lincoln with both arms and legs and came like mad. And the contractions of her inner walls around the boy’s cock were all it took to get him screaming along with her.

Lincoln rolled off her, and there was Luna, standing right above him.

“Radical sounds, dudes,” she remarked. Then, looking hungrily at Lincoln, she said, “Ready for your encore, bro?”
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