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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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On the following day, Lynn had baseball practice after school. It wasn't so bad. She made some good hits; threw some epic strikes. Yeah, she was feeling pretty confident.
She was also feeling extremely horny.
Every time she picked up a bat and walked over to the plate, her mind would wander. Her hands would grind along the grip as she wondered what her brother's baseball bat felt like. She'd lifted it to her nose for a casual sniff, the harsh smell of rubber and paint numbing her nostrils. She wondered what he smelled like.
Then, when she'd donned her glove and took up the pitcher's spot, she rolled the ball around her hand in a daze. She wondered what his other assets looked like, too.
Her mind galloped to and fro all throughout practice.
She remembered her family taking a trip to the zoo last year and she'd spent minutes staring at this one gorilla's junk and she couldn't believe how big it was. With every lumbering step it swung side to side like a pendulum. Even back then, only twelve years old, she remembered trying to catch sly looks at her little brother's crotch…
Was he packing heat, too?
It was a shame what happened to him though…
Lynn turned her head toward the fourth wall as she strolled along the sidewalk heading home… She gave a tilted grin. "A shame cause that gorilla was great with kids, if you know what I mean~"
She laughed, smacking her leg.
She didn't want to rustle anyone's jimmies, especially over a lame joke…
Except Lincoln's.
Oh gosh, she wanted to rustle his jimmies up so bad he wouldn't know his left hand from his right. The only things he'd be able to say would be a rhythmic "Lynn!" as she drove her hips against his.
She could envision it all now…
Lincoln getting thrown against the back of their shed as Lynn stepped between his legs…
His pants and panties would be hanging around one of his ankles, jiggling as she pounded against him furiously. The walls would be shaking, so Lynn would have to grab him by his rear and carry him to the tree and resume her assault on his innocence.
As she caught sight of their house up ahead, she was drooling. But she quickly wiped her chin off.
Boxers! She meant that Lincoln's boy shorts would be hanging from his ankle… She didn't have any crazy fetishes, guys, honest!
She wasn't going to make him wear a frilly pink apron… just that… and nothing else… and be her personal slave all day~
Even though that sounded hawwwt!
She wasn't going to make him try on a pair of her panties, and finish in them, just so she could wear them later on and get herself off to the feeling of his sperm sloshing against her crotch~
Oh… and she definitely wasn't going to ask Lisa to change their genders just so she could push her brother (sister) onto all fours and mount him (her) from behind. Though, guys, I have a feeling that's what this author will do next, the creepy weirdo…
Her legs went like jelly when she came to the steps. She threw out a hand to the railing to catch herself as numerous micro-quakes surged through her core. Nnngh~!
Did she just climax to her own kinky thoughts?
She probably did… Welp, looks like I need a new pair of panties, heh.
Oh, if only you knew what you do to me, Linc~
With each passing hour the thought of being a little perverted no longer bothered her.
No, her main concern now was how do I get Linc to think a little perverted, too?
Her hand rested on the handle and she paused.
I should let him see more of my body. I should come onto him. Be a little more aggressive, a little more vulnerable… maybe even give him some control over me.
That last one made her shiver in excitement.
She turned the knob and stepped inside with a wide smile. Here, Lincy, Lincy~ Who's a good boy?
And she came face to face with Ronnie Anne…
Well, not quite, as the girl was sitting on the couch…
Beside Lincoln.
Lynn's eyes darkened, narrowing into tiny slits.
Ronnie Anne glanced away from the TV, where she and Linc were playing a video game, and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
Was it just her or did Lynn have murder in her eyes?
Lynn bared her teeth, gnashing them in the open for all to see. She could feel heat begin crawling up her neck, an irritating itch begin creeping up her back.
So, this, this- this floozy! just thinks she can waltz in like she owns the very ground she walks on.
She felt a growl build deep in her stomach when she saw Ronnie Anne lean over Lincoln to grab a chip from an opened bag.
Did you just rake your dirty hand on my Linc's leg?
She cracked her neck loudly.
"Uh, Lynn, you ok? That sounded painful…"
She grit her teeth as she flung her pack onto the ground, uncaring that things rolled out of it. Weeellllll, if that's the game you wanna play, harlot…
She swung her hips side to side, melting her frown into a beautiful smile, crinkling her angry eyes into playful ones.
Just know that I play for keeps… and I never lose.
She sat down beside her brother, not a millimeter between their hips. She twisted her chest into his arm and wrapped her arms around his body.
She felt Lincoln tense up, but that was nothing compared to the sudden flush that swept across Ronnie Anne's cheeks.
Oh, are you getting jealous~?
Lynn smooshed her cheek against her brother's face and placed a big, wet kiss near his closed eyelid. "Mwwaaahhhh!"
Ronnie Anne's flush deepened… as her heartbeat quickened, and her palms became sweaty, and her feet shifted uncomfortably.
There was no way. Literally no way that she was seeing what she was seeing…
They're practically making babies right there, right on the couch, and no one was noticing!
Lynn put a leg in between her brother's, and shifted her crotch onto his pants and pulled his face into her bosom. She placed her knuckles in his snowy hair and ran them up and down painfully to the sound of her laughter. He rocked and tossed and tried to throw her off… and admittedly that felt good in a probably perverted sort of way~
Nngh~! So good… don't stop, Linc! Never stop.
Ronnie Anne's mouth fell open in shock, the pink tinge racing down to her shoulders. Trying to be as casual as she could, she crossed her legs and prayed that Lynn or Linc couldn't smell her. Because it was hot, what they were doing.
Had they heard of threesomes before? Would they be interested?
She heard Lynn moan, watched as the teen threw her head back in a breathless cry as her brother drove his leg into her... her, you know, in an attempt to get her off.
Maybe Lynn would be interested in some, uh, girl time? Just them. Alone. Naked. And kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.
But she'd had her sights set on Linc ever since that first day she pulled his pants from his waist, her eyes staring at the bulge in his underwear, and stuffed a sandwich down them.
Linc's long list of perfect attributes aside, he was also a really attractive guy… and Ronnie Anne practically flew toward him each morning before school. Like a magnetic pull, she could sense his direction and walked a path of least resistance.
Though she wasn't opposed to tossing people aside if it meant she'd have just one more second of time in the presence of her crush~
Perverted school girl crushing aside, Lynn was pretty hot, too... and come to think of it, Ronnie Anne wouldn't mind having them both on her bed. Just them. Alone. Naked. And kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.
Lynn turned her eyes on to her opponent and was surprised to see the girl biting her lip, a brilliant blush coating her cheeks. Like, what, was she sick or something?
Lynn shrugged as she stopped her attack, and leaned down to press soft kisses in her brother's hair.
"I'm sowwie, Linc. Let your big sister kiss it all better~"
Ronnie Anne's throat bobbed as she watched Lynn's kisses scatter all around his head, eventually dipping down to his temple… his ear… his jaw… his cheek… his-
Lynn breathed hot air from her brother's lungs as her lips rested a hair's breadth away from her brother's.
She placed a hand on his belt and let it slip under his shirt. Her spine tingled when her fingers grazed his stomach; rippling with tension, hot to the touch.
She tilted her head to the side just a little, nudging the side of his nose with hers. She blinked her half-lidded eyes slowly at him.
"Are you hurt anywhere else, Linc? Anywhere else I need to… kiss?"
He gulped… Ronnie Anne's eyes followed the motion, going lower to see how Lynn's little mounds flattened against Lincoln's chest… how her back arched into his stomach… how her red shorts had a little wet patch along the inseam…
Receiving no response to her invitation, Lynn leaned away from him.
Ronnie Anne watched intently as Lynn's fingers slipped out of his shirt and walked up his chest. Those devious little imps fisted his shirt collar and pulling him closer to his sister.
She couldn't help it as one lone hand slid down her hoodie and poked under her skirt, her mouth letting out a deep, satisfied sigh, her dark ponytail falling limply against the couch.
Lynn turned to look at Ronnie Anne, only to see the girl hurriedly pull her hand out of her skirt and throw it behind her back. Huh, someone's a little… perverted, ain't she?
She locked eyes with the trembling, blushing girl… and gave her a wink.
You can look, but you can't touch.
She turned back toward Linc.
His butt is all mine~
She resettled herself so her legs were locked around his back, her backside resting on his lap. Awkward? Yeah. Impractical? Yep. Unbelievably arousing? Oh yesss~!
She could feel his manhood grazing the seam of her body as she rocked, er, adjusted her position. J-just… ah~! just… trying to get comfy, is all! Yeah, nothing weird about a sister grinding her crotch against her brother's bulging jeans while trying to get comfortable. Sigh, if only she could find that perfect spot…
Though that nagging voice in the back of her mind told her, "In me! That's the only place where it's comfy… nestled deep inside my hot walls!"
Lynn couldn't help but agree. That voice was always right it seemed…
She scrunched one side of her mouth up in frustration.
But Linc wouldn't be ready for that…
Or is he?
Her eyes gleamed dangerously as she rubbed herself against her brother once again, and she felt a burst of pleasure wash over her when he moaned unwillingly.
His body's ready… but is he?
She wouldn't take him against his will…
Even though raping her brother sounded a little hot.
Him blindfolded, tied to her bed posts, stripped completely naked…
He wouldn't even know the identity of his lover as Lynn would run her hands up and down his body… Lynn had a feeling she'd lose track of her goal just touching every inch of him. She couldn't help it though! His body was like a canvas painted by Zeus…
An image of him participating in the Greek Olympics, naked of course, and throwing a discus… with her watching as his manhood swings side to side… gosh, just the thought alone made her drool.
Where was she?
Oh yeah!
She had a brother to seduce and a friend to make horny!
Only, when she refocused on her loving brother's beet red face…
And she puckered her lips and leant in toward him…
And the only space left between their panting mouths was the very breaths they exhaled…
The boy fainted.
His head smacked into hers, his lips brushing against her cheek, as he slumped into her arms.
She picked her hips off her brother and looked down at his crotch only to see a dark, wet stain in the material… and she sighed despondently.
That's supposed to be inside meeee! …not your pants, dingus. Ugh!
She crossed her arms as she stood before her sleeping brother. Her eyebrows were crinkled and her cheeks puffed out.
She was not happy.
Not happy at all.
But she could only sigh… because it was her fault anyway.
She was the one who got jealous and came on waaay too strongly.
She was supposed to work on him slowly; whittle away at his walls with her charms and feminine wiles.
But now?
Now I need a cold shower, ugh…
But hey, showers weren't so bad.
It's not like anything perverted can happen in the pure freshness of running water, right?
Lynn smirked deviously as she skipped up the steps and turned right…
In her brother's room she snatched up every last pair of his underwear and carried them to her room; where they were stuffed under her mattress.
Then, she took out her frilliest, pinkest, girliest panties and put them in his drawer.
She hummed thoughtfully as she placed a note on them in curly cursive writing: "From your favorite sister with all her love~"
She even doodled a drawing of a stick figure with short white hair and a stick figure with brown hair and a ponytail, and they were holding hands, and little hearts fluttered around their heads.
Her heart melted at the sight and she laid a kiss on the note before she left his room.
I love you, Lincy.
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