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Beautiful Corruption	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 14647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Silvery moonlight cast an eerie shadow across the bedsheets, revealing the subtle rise and fall of a lump beneath the surface. As a cloud sidled through the watchful gaze of the silent moon, two trembling feet could be seen peeking from under a blanket. That lump gradually grew in size as a curled shape.
The restless breaths of a quivering person could be heard; and as the moon's gaze fell upon her face, it saw her eyebrows crinkled in worry, her eyes anxious.
The sad creature sighed, biting her lip painfully between her teeth before rolling onto her back and throwing her arms out onto the sheets.
She cast her eyes upon the bland ceiling, following the blurred patterns in the pressed plaster… a haze of spikes, ridges, and shadows, which came and went at the mercy of stray clouds.
Her eyes rolled over to a window, beholding the lonely moon, and she clutched the sheets to her chin, shivering.
Two creatures wide awake in the still twilight, both watchful, both ever so… alone.
She turned her eyes to her other side, and looked at her sister's face. How peaceful she looked with her simple smile, her pink mask. Her silky hair rolling across her body in blissful waves.
The poor girl sighed again. How does Leni do it?
Leni, the girl so happy, so carefree, so wonderful, kind, compassionate… even if she wasn't the smartest, she was the only one to understand Lincoln's heart better than himself, just by being herself and listening.
Herself though? She scoffed morbidly. What can Lori offer to her only brother?
Truly, what has she done… besides yell, torment, taunt, and roll her eyes? What good has she done for Lincoln anyway? How could she convince Lincoln to accept her love for him?
And more importantly, why would he love her? How does he love her!?
It's not even as if it's a question. It's a statement. A fact of life.
She was loved by her brother.
Her toes curled in on themselves as a shiver ran up her body to the hairs on her head.
If it came down to it, he'd die for me even.
She squeezed her eyes shut in equal parts pain and pleasure. Oh, gosh, he loves me so much… but, why? Why is he so caring, so giving to me!?
Maybe she was overthinking things. Maybe Leni had the right idea, and things should be taken simple and easy. So, what did she know about her brother?
Her eyebrows wiggled as a brief smile lit up her face in the dark room.
He's incredibly loyal. He's the most caring guy I know.
She took her lip between her teeth as her groin squirmed.
And… Nnngh~! …is he hot!
Oh, could she picture herself sneaking out of her room in the deadness of night, and cracking open his door, and crawling under his sheets…
How hard would it be to slip off his shorts, rid herself of her panties… and back her rear up against his erection… lift her leg over his, and just let nature take its course?
She twisted one thigh over the other, moaning as her panties grinded against her sensitive folds.
Would he need help, or could she just lay there as he rocked into her slowly… deeply… maddeningly…
She could feel it, even as her fingers slithered under the sheets, falling under the lip of her shorts, grazing her abdomen as they snuck under the band of her underwear… his ridged hardness, pushing in, pulling out, over and over and over…
The head scraping against her walls as it pulled out of her; and then, spearing her, making her fit, claiming her well of life for its own pleasure, its own purpose… She was almost there, her fingers threading through her pubic hair, searching, longing for that one sweet, blessed destination…
She felt him begin to swell, the gentle rocking motion picking up little by little, and she knew her end was coming… she could see the sky resting above that cliff, not knowing what lay beneath… Her fingers found her ridge, ripping a gasp out of the deepest part of her soul.
Warmth… that was all she could imagine, all she could feel… as his member slid into her one last time, pushing her velvet walls out of the way, coming to rest right at her well, right at her womb… and release… oh, Lord, she saw that cliff, uncaring for the dangers that lay ahead, and she jumped as a single finger dipped into her sacred place.
Her scream was silent. She forced her eyes shut as the sweetest agony swept over her like a hurricane battering against a mountain.
The silent moon cast its gaze upon her one more time before he had to move on… seeing the sheets tangled around her legs, her breasts heaving up and down, her mouth parted and exhaling heavy, silent breaths… her clean hand swept her bangs back, becoming slick from the sheen of sweat on her brow… her other hand pulled out of the sheets…
And Lori looked at it in awe; how it glistened under the moonlight... but also of what it represented.
How much she loved her brother… how much she desired him.
How she'd do anything, try anything to set him at ease so that one day she could experience this moment with him.
Lincoln would lay beside her in her bed, the sheets tangled between their legs as their sexes were united in body and spirit.
Tears fell as she huddled under her sheets.
Her watery eyes fell upon her peaceful sister once again and she determined right then and there that she'd follow in her wise sister's footsteps.
A fool forces an event to happen, a wise man gently nudges it along.
And, though she'd never let anyone know, she felt herself the fool between the two…
But no more! In the morning, she'd lay her trap of love and acceptance.
She gazed at her hand again, drying but still a little wet, and smirked deviously.
Maybe I'll lay out honey for my fly?
And the troubled girl fell into a world of erotic dreams and affectionate cuddling and sweet kisses of the tenderest kind, a peaceful smile gracing her face as the moon's fading light moved on from her room to elsewhere.
"What are you doing, Lori?" Leni casually asked as she brushed her hair, sitting on her bedsheets.
On her own bed, sitting with her legs crossed, Lori didn't even bother looking up as she replied, "I'm googling ways to be a better big sister…" Her eyebrows scrunched in worry, but there was nothing to do about it… it was out there, but she knew her sister was trustworthy.
"Oh…"
Lori heard a hairbrush land softly on Leni's bed. She saw her feet touch down onto the floor, her toes spreading the carpet as her weight settled in place. Through her eyelashes, those legs got closer and closer. Lifting up her eyes, her vision was full of nothing but her sister.
Leni looked down on her with a kind smile, curved a little knowingly. She placed her delicate hands on the girl's bare knees, letting her fingers rub softly along her sensitive skin.
A tingle ran along Lori's body, her eyes focused solely on her sister's.
They fell into the abyss of emotions within each other's eyes, leaning instinctually inward. Their eyelids fluttering, holding out only to the last possible moment before closing as lip embraced lip, and nose brushed nose, and breath mixed with breath.
Their kiss broke, though their parted mouths stayed within an inch of each other. The sisters' eyes opened to see their twins gazing back at them. Two so full of worry and conflict; two so full of understanding and care.
Fingers slid along the curve of Lori's neck, gliding past her ear, resting upon her cheek. An exhale of breath puffed against her open mouth, and she breathed the warm air in, letting it fill her with life.
"Are you ready for him, Lori?" Leni rested her forehead against her sister's, her hair falling around them like a veil.
Lori bit her lip before sighing. "I don't know." Her troubled eyes couldn't look away, even as her sister came closer, Leni's lips claiming hers again sensuously. Even as her sister's wet tongue pressed against her lips; and Lori met her halfway, tasting her sister's mouth as Leni tasted hers.
That sinful tongue pulled away, to let Leni's voice flow into her panting mouth. "Just focus on the feelings and sensations, Lori."
And this time, Lori's eyes closed as she felt her sister's other hand flatten against her stomach, her fingers pointing south.
"Show him how much you love him."
Fingers pushed under the band, nails scraping against bare skin, causing her body to quake in ecstasy.
"Listen to every little thing he says… every little noise he makes…"
They threaded through her pubic hairs, a wrist bulging out against her panties. One slipped over her hood, and Lori gasped into Leni's open mouth. It pushed through her cleft, riding the slickness all the way down, before slowly pulling its way back up.
"Tell him how much he means to you. Tell him how precious he is. Tell him how much you want him."
Leni's lips left her sister's gasping mouth to descend upon her throat, releasing her velvety tongue upon the quivering length before she bit her above a throbbing vein.
"Leni~!" Lori cried out, throwing her hands out to grip the sheets tightly, her phone slipping between the sisters.
Leni growled softly, the sound vibrating against Lori's skin. "Say my name again."
That finger dipped into her folds, wiggling past each barrier before lightly raking a nail against the roof of her walls.
"LENI!" Her head fell back, her eyes scrunching in pain and pleasure.
"Again!" Leni ran her tongue along the red mark on her sister's neck before bringing her teeth down once more.
That nail scraped again, and again, and again, ripping out gasp after breathless gasp until Lori was a writhing mess, falling back against the sheets in a heap; her voice issuing out a concerto that drove Leni mad with heat.
Leni swiftly straddled her squirming sister, caging in her thrusting hips with her strong thighs. She curled forward until her breasts raked across her sister's, her lips claiming Lori's breathless mouth, forcing a tongue between her tired lips.
Lori pulled her arms around her sister's back, her nails digging into her dress, scraping against Leni's skin through the soft fabric. Her hips were arching into her sister's legs, trying to grind her sister's hand harder against her flower, her finger deeper into her most sacred place.
Soon, she screamed into her sister's hungry mouth, letting Leni swallow it greedily, as she rode out a release that carried her into a place where only she and Leni existed.
Leni bit her sister's lip, then let her go. She pulled back as Lori fell limply against the bed, and gazed on her breathless, flushed body. Her heart swelled as she took in the beautiful blush on Lori's cheeks, the mess of her hair, the sweat on her skin, and her heaving chest.
Leni rolled onto her side, cuddling against Lori and threading her hand with one of her sister's. "Lincoln's not the only one who loves you, Lori."
Lori turned her eyes, losing her breath at the heated gaze Leni was giving her.
Leni gave her a quick peck at the corner of her mouth. "I'm always here for you, moondrop."
And Lori smiled brightly, rolling onto her side to hug her sister tightly to herself. She tucked her head against Leni's panting breasts, laying a kiss against her clavicle. "Thank you."
Leni ran a hand through her sister's hair, humming sweetly to her as both recovered from their passionate embrace.
A knock sounded at the bedroom door, drawing Lincoln's attention away from his comic.
"Yep?" he called out.
Several seconds went by and he almost went back to his reading, when he heard a timid voice answer. "C-can I come in?"
Lincoln's eyebrows scrunched. "Sure…?"
The door creaked as it opened. Lori stepped inside and slowly closed it behind her, the soft clunk resounding around the room's walls. She stood before her brother, her hands clasped tightly in front of her, her knees bent inward, and her eyebrows drawn shyly. She raised a hand timidly. "H-hi."
Lincoln raised an eyebrow at his sister. "Um, hi…?"
"So…" Lori drew the sound out, rolling it around her mouth as her head dipped to the side awkwardly.
Lincoln scowled, wondering what was up with his oldest sister. "So?"
Biting her lip, Lori scrunched her eyebrows in worry, hiding her hands behind her back to wring them nervously. "I-I thought we could go out today." She scuffed the side of one shoe with her other. "Just us two." Her eyes were vulnerable as they search her brother for any sign of emotion. "W-we can do whatever you'd like!"
Lincoln gazed at his sister with a small scowl. He didn't know what was going on, but something was making her nervous in front of him… which was abnormal for his most confident sister. And that shaky smile she was giving him didn't hide the tumultuous feelings in her eyes. He sighed, raking his hand through his hair.
The comic book settled onto his blanket as the poor boy stood up before his sister.
Lori bit her lip harder, tasting a faint copper on her tongue. He probably thinks this is crazy… out of the blue… Would he kick her out? Would he think her eternally weird? Oh, gosh, I'm hopeless…
She was startled when his hand touched her arm.
"Sure, Lori." He smiled up at her.
Lori's eyes softened considerably, finally letting go of her tortured lip. She threw her arms around Lincoln, falling on her knees to hug him tightly to herself.
The poor boy gulped as her breasts pushed against him, molding around the contours of his body. He felt warm air descend on his cheek and two satiny pillows press hotly against the corner of his mouth.
Those burning lips dragged across his skin, spreading warmth in their trail of seduction. They bumped into his ear, parted, and breathed softly into the hollow of his earlobe.
He would have been ticklish if he wasn't so busy pulling on his underwear through the pocket of his jeans, hurriedly readjusting himself so Lori wouldn't notice.
But, he could hear her breaths puffing against his ear like tidal waves on a beach, and they were making him crazy with the sensations. .
Then, her breathless voice spoke softly to him, "Thank you, Lincy~"
She pulled back and stared at him intensely, her lips curved into a saucy smirk. She rubbed soft circles into his back.
"So, where would you like to go, handsome?"
Lincoln's eyes opened a fraction wider, feeling his traitorous erection jerk happily against its cotton prison. He gulped nervously. "U-uh..." He pulled his eyes away to hurriedly look around his room, at anything, anywhere… that wasn't the sexy creature kneeling in front of him, driving him insane with lust.
That's when his eyes fell on his comic book and he released a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"H-how about a comic book store?"
His eyes returned to her face and he felt the breath leave his lungs sharply as his sister's darkening eyes came closer to his. He squeaked embarrassedly when a hand drifted over his pants, pulling him closer, squeezing him tightly against her stomach.
Lori purred deeply when she felt his manhood bump into her. His rigidness scraped against the waist of her shorts, making her squirm maddeningly. She let out a long, satisfied moan.
Lincoln jumped back, almost falling over. Please don't show. Don't show. Don't show-
Lori saw him turn around quickly, throwing his hands down around his front, and her lusty smirk fell into a frown. Her stomach sunk a little as she saw him fidgeting. With a sigh she stood up and turned him around to face her.
His doe eyes, framed by a blushing face, looked at his sister sheepishly, his hands clasped unconvincingly in front of his zipper. He smiled widely and awkwardly.
Lori playfully rolled her eyes, poking his shoulder with a finger. "Sure thing, Lincoln."
His face lit up in excitement, and he took off out his door, with a slight wobble in his steps, his hands trying to pull at his jeans while his sisters' couldn't see.
Lori chuckled as she followed behind him, quite a bit proud of how hard she made him with a simple hug.
As she turned to go down the top of the stairs, she saw Leni peek out their bedroom and wink at her. Luna stuck her head out to give a thumbs up; Luan, beside her, made a ring with her pointer finger and thumb, sticking her other pointer finger through with a suggestive grin.
Lori smiled widely as she descended down the steps, her still-fidgeting brother waiting impatiently by the front door.
Fifteen minutes. That's how long it took Lori to get their sorry selves to his favorite comic store. Some obscure shop in the corner of the mall that she'd passed a billion times but never ever noticed.
The thought made her wonder if she'd ever passed by her own brother while he was there. Not bothering to stop and look. Not worrying to notice him until he was right in front of her face.
She sighed. That type of thinking was a repetitive circle of despair and she knew she was better off living in the present… trying to make things better for her and Lincoln and their sisters.
Right then, she was leaning against a lonely wall. Her arms were folded across her ample cleavage as she watched her beloved brother roam from aisle to aisle, lost in his own little world of superheroes, spies, and fantasy. A big smile graced his pink cheeks, his happiness filling Lori up to the brim with good sensations.
Sure, the intention was for them to spend the time together. But Lori really held no interest in comics, and Lincoln was ecstatic just to be there… much more so that his oldest sister had offered to take him anywhere. Sometimes, he surprised his sisters with how easy it was to please him.
A peppy song came over the speakers and she found herself bobbing herself to the steady rhythm of the bass, tapping her foot to the flow of the music. A small, curved smile spread on her face as she thought of strutting over to her brother, taking his hand in hers… and as he turns to her with those innocent, doe eyes that just melt her heart into a pile of goo, she'd spin him out into the middle of the store. And as he stands there, bent-kneed and blushing, she'd walk up to him with a heated gaze, pinning him in place with just her blazing passion alone…
Lori's smile grew, a pink tint covering her cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
"Lori, what are you doing?"
"Dancing with the man of my dreams~"
"B-but… it's just me… j-just Lincoln…"
"And just Lincoln is all I've ever wanted."
And she saw herself pulling him tightly against her breasts, her hand slipping down his pants to force his erection against her flower, and she let out a soft moan at the image-
"Hey, sexy~"
Lori's eyes burst open in surprise at the deep voice, turning to stare curiously at whatever just interrupted her daydream.
Before her stood some good-looking guy with slick hair, shades, and an arrogant, self-satisfied smile. The epitome of generic, pompous jerks.
"What's a babe like you doing in a place like this?" He leaned toward her, his eyes peeking at her over the top of his sunglasses.
Her eyes narrowed in frustration, her smile twisting into an angry scowl. "Beat it." She turned sharply away with a huff.
"Aww, now don't be so harsh~" He stepped around to her field of vision.
She squinted her eyes, glaring daggers to the ugly brute. "Seriously, step off. I'm not interested."
"Psh!" he scoffed. "Even if you were a batter for the other team, you'd still take a swing at this hunk of sex." He gestured his hands up and down his body.
Lori's rolled her eyes harshly. "Can you please leave? I'm on a date with my man."
A bit shocked, the guy looked around, but could only see a woman running the register… and a white-haired boy holding up two comics side-by-side.
He looked back at her, his brows raised with a smirk. "You expect me to believe that kitten is your date?"
Lori's eyes narrowed to slits, heat running up her neck as she grit her teeth. "Yes, the guy with the smoking hot body, kind eyes, and goofy hair." She pushed him away. "Now, back off before I call mall security."
He burst out laughing, smacking his knee in the process. "T-that… haha!... wh-what is he like three!? I mean, are you positive that's even a dude!?" His glasses fell off, as he clutched his lungs, trying to catch his breath. "H-his… my gosh, what is he… the size of a pinky?"
He took another look at the innocent boy as he finally settled on one comic and approached the counter. "You'll need to borrow a microscope to see that thing! Oh,wai-wait! N-n-no! You'll have to wrap it in kevlar so it doesn't snap off when you go down on it!"
Lori glared at the guy as he howled in laughter. "He's big enough that he doesn't feel the need to taunt other guys to make him feel better about himself… unlike you, pedo-freak."
And she pushed off the wall, strutting over to her smiling brother just as she had imagined…
Except she abruptly stopped and gripped his collar tightly.
"U-uh, Lori?"
And she crashed her mouth against his, welding their lips together with the hot iron of her passion. Without preamble, she wormed her tongue into his mouth, forcing his jaws apart so she could drink from him, lapping him up like a thirsty dog.
As she pulled away, she saw that guy frozen in shock where he stood. And she pulled her brother passed him, stopping to give him a demeaning gaze. "My boyfriend and I will be going now, loser."
The sound of a tinkling bell fluttered behind them as Lori marched angrily into the mall, her hand still clutching her brother's. She only stopped when she felt a tiny tug on her sleeve.
Rounding on Lincoln, she nearly frightened the boy with her wrath before she remembered to take calming breaths, schooling her features to a gentle smile.
"Y-yes, Lincoln?"
He opened his mouth. Shut it again. And then exploded in a blush, which made Lori cock an eyebrow in question.
"W-why did you call me your b-b-boyfriend… and not your brother?"
Her mouth flopped open in horror. Had I really just-
All that hard work and planning… and now what was she going to do!? They weren't supposed to be romantic yet, only make him more comfortable with their bodies and emotions!
She could have pounded her head into the concrete floor until she passed out… or died… maybe death would be a fitting punishment for her impulsive actions…
Oh, gosh, now I'm sounding like Lucy…
She looked into her brother's helpless eyes… so trusting, so confused, so vulnerable, so dependent on her guidance, searching for the safety he could only find in his big sisters' eyes…
She felt a hook jerk her loins together hotly. How can he be so innocent and arousing at the same time and not even know what he's doing to me!
She sighed. "Lincoln…" What would Leni do!? She looked around her for help. Anything! That's when she saw a spa and a haphazard plan quickly mashed together in her mind. She grabbed his hands in hers and jerked him toward the shop. "Come on, Lincy, I know where we need to go next…"
Within minutes, Lori was in a changing room with Lincoln. The poor boy's eyes were huge as he desperately held his hands in front of his groin, the towel just barely out of his reach.
His devious sister was intended to change in the adjacent room… but she made other plans.
And, now?
A shirt fell to the ground like a severed leaf...
Two slender arms pulled around the back of a shirtless girl. Two hands gripped the ends of a bra, taking it apart. A naked back bent forward to let the underwear fall away.
Lincoln's throat bobbed painfully. Gosh, he could see the swell of two free mounds on either side of this girl. Her silken, blonde hair flowed down her back, her spine appearing where it stopped… continuing in a straight line…
Two hands slithered down her sides, eight fingernails raking along her porcelain skin. Those delicate fingers gripped the edges of a pair of shorts and slowly pulled them down.
Her back bent forward, two breasts swinging with the motion, as those shorts slipped over the back of her panties and fell to her feet.
Lincoln's heart skipped a beat as those fingers slid along the insides of her legs, one drifting to slip into the center of her body. His eyes were powerless to look away as a finger dipped, pushing cotton inside an opening that his manhood desperately needed to see right now!
Those fingernails scraped up her rear cheeks, pulling on the cotton as they went at an agonizing pace. They stopped at the lip of her underwear, letting two mischievous thumbs slip inside and begin pulling them down.
Torture. Unadulterated pain of the sweetest, evilest kind. That's how Lincoln could describe the emotions coursing through his veins as his sister's milky skin was revealed to him millimeter by millimeter. Her crevice was slowly coming into view and his heart was speeding up. Already he could feel it, scratching against his insides, pounding on the links of his ribs with blood-red fists.
As her two globes were fully exposed, and still more was coming, he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. He was fit to almost burst… both figuratively and, as his member jerked against its own cage with an animal-like fury, literally!
With an inhuman strength, he threw his eyes on her back. He focused on the dimple at the base of her spine, taking in the long stretch of smooth skin. His hands ached to touch it, explore it. His mouth watered; his tongue rolling in desire to write a symphony upon her body. Gosh, and he wanted her to sing out every note he wrote, sing out just like Leni… to cry out as he gripped her chest, held her against him, and nibbled on her sensitive skin.
His blood was as hot as fire. He knew… he knew! It would only take a slight angle of movement and he'd see his sister's most private place… something saved for her lover's eyes only. But he was stronger than that. He at least hoped he was.
He heard her panties hit the floor. Her saw her hips move as she stepped out of them. And then her body curled back into its proper shape. Her back still facing him, he was unable to see her flower, but yet leaving everything else completely exposed for his hungry gaze.
She turned around slowly… and he felt a dreamlike sense; being able to see Leni doing just the same thing yesterday in his mind's eye, even as Lori did so in the present… baring her breasts, her nipples, her smooth stomach, her pubic hair, and endless legs.
Everything looking so similar, yet so different. How her nipples were darker, her mounds more pronounced. More content in her stomach and hips.
Before he knew what had happened, her generous chest pressed against his face, a nipple grazing against his cheek.
"Oops! Sorry, Lincy~" She put a naked arm around his hip, her nails gripping his bare flesh like a vice as she leaned around him. "Just reaching for my towel..."
He could feel her breasts melting into him, his hot breath heating up her bosom, his lips unknowingly kissing her as she kept stretching across him. He gasped against her chest when he felt pubic hair against his hands still holding his erection protectively from view. And he felt heat. Overwhelming and seeping into his fingers. And a wetness rolling onto his knuckles. And those talons gripping his body pulled him into her, and he could feel himself pulsing dangerously… just inches away from her own sex… her unprotected, inviting, aroused sex.
His eyes shut tightly, his face twisting in agony.
How easy it would be to let go… to move his hands away and tilt his hips forward… to let nature take its course…
And even though he was still struggling with the idea, with the emotions, and with his own body… he held a distinct feeling in the deepest part of him that his sister… that Lori would take him inside her, clutch him tightly to her breasts, and writhe against him until he was spent and his strength had fled from his body.
The tickle of a cotton robe being pulled over his arm startled him back to reality with a gasp.
Lori's arms popped through it, and then she struck a pose, putting her hands on her hips.
Lincoln's breathless mouth flopped open as he gazed hungrily from the slender hollow of her throat, across her full breasts with rosy buds, down her sloping stomach, and stopping just at her hair.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he fought himself on it… call him weak… a coward… or gentlemanly… but he wasn't ready to take that step just yet.
And his eyes were drawn back up her exposed body until they were reeled in by her hazy eyes, half-lidded and filled to the brim with desire.
She stepped forward, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Lincoln…" She placed a hand on his bare chest, feeling the stampede of his heartbeats. "Can you guess why I called you my boyfriend?"
He gulped in air sharply, shaking his head weakly.
She raked a hand through his hair, as her other hand slid lower, and lower, and lower… "Because my love for you is great…"
She leaned forward, her nipples grazing his body as her lips snatched his mouth up in a quick embrace. She drank from her brother again, her other hand sliding through the thin hair on his groin, her fingers bumping into his clenched hands.
She pulled away slightly, pushing her hand on top of his, intertwining their fingers. Her knuckles could feel the intensity of the heat down there. "You are precious to me…" She kissed his chin. "A treasure of infinite worth…" Her tongue slid down his bobbing neck. "I'll never want another man…" Her teeth nicked above his vein, her lips sucking on his reddening skin. "I am yours…" Her hand pressed against his, pushing his erection against his body, causing him to cry out. "And you…" Her tongue soothed the angry mark left near his throat. "…are mine~!"
She leaned back, admiring her work and truly taking in her breathless brother, his heaving chest, his flushed face and shoulders. She pulled his hand away (noticing how his other still desperately hid him from her sight) and brought his knuckles up to her lips. She kissed each one softly, relishing in the fierce heat still radiating from them. Her lungs greedily sucked in his scent, the musky smell forcing her blood to descend upon her core in waves.
When she grabbed the second robe, turning her brother around, she knew he was still nervous. But, good Lord, if the sheer need in his eyes spoke anything to her lust-crazed mind… it was that she had made progress. And in the grand scheme of things, that's all she'd really wanted in their outing.
A time would come when she'd mount him, claim him, and receive his essence within her very womb, pooling hot and sinfully deep inside her. But not today. Not even tomorrow, or the next.
But hopefully soon…
She put the robe on her brother with utmost care, spreading the garment out and undoing any wrinkles. She tied his sash for him and placed a chaste kiss upon his lips. She did up her own sash and then opened the door.
She put her arm around her brother's hip, pulling him against her side. And together they stepped out, looking for all the world like two lovers that just had their own private one-on-one session.
On the car ride home, the two were silent. They shared twin smiles which glowed in the afternoon sunlight. Her hand rested on his thigh. His hand rested on top of hers, her thumb rubbing across her wrist gently.
Lincoln looked at his sister. "So… with you a-and Leni… that was your plan to help me understand?"
Lori smiled wider. "Yep! And there's plenty more to come."
He nodded softly, taking a few deep breaths. "Do you know which sister wants to help next?"
She smirked deviously as they pulled into the driveway. "Nope, but why don't you go in and find out?"
Reaching for the door handle, he nodded again. But he turned around right as the door opened, facing his sister. "Lori?"
Her own door open, she turned to face him. "Yeah?"
He leaned over the gap of their seats to give her a quick kiss on her cheek. "Thanks for everything."
And with that he was off to face whatever scheme his next sister had planned for him.
And Lori?
She sat there with a hand to her cheek, blushing and smiling brilliantly, like the afterglow of a supernova.
From their bedroom window, Leni watched the exchange and giggled at her sister's star struck expression. She pressed a hand on the glass and looked on her older sister with affection.
"I knew you could do it, moondrop."
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