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Better Sisters	By : Flagg1991 Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 7805 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I need a shower, Luan thought as she stepped into the hall and shut Lincoln’s door behind her. Her thighs were sticky and reeked like sex, a musky, pervasive odor that set her on edge and made her want to turn back around and pounce Lincoln like she was a lioness and he a timid gazelle. She decided she liked the scent of her and her brother’s love and the feeling of him drying on her. She did need to visit the bathroom, however; she was leaking down her legs (she left her panties with Lincoln “until next time”).

In the bathroom, she wadded a ball of toilet paper and wiped herself. It took a long time before it stopped coming: Lincoln blew a huge load.

She was in her room for less than two minutes before the door burst open and her sisters swarmed in like a Hollywood SWAT unit. Their faces were eager, expectant. Lori came to her and sat. “So,” she said, taking Luan’s hands in her own, “how was it?”

Luan could only smile. She pursed her lips together and looked away.

“She’s blushing again,” Luna said.

“It must have been good,” Lynn said.

Without looking up, Luan nodded.

“What happened?” Lori asked.

She blushed harder, her mouth going dry. “We played a game,” she said.

“Oh?” Lynn asked, her eyes big. She leaned in. “What kind of game?”

“Do anything you want to Luan.”

The room erupted in noise. Laughter, ooohs, and eeees. She looked up, still smiling, and sighed. She told them everything from start to finish. Lori’s eyebrows lifted, Lynn leaned forward so far that she lost her balance at one point and fell onto the bed, and Leni’s smile widened until she glowed. Luna’s face was placid, but her eyes sparkled.

“Wow, Luan,” Lori said, “I didn’t know you liked to be tied up.”

“I wanted to make it special. It wasn’t his first time to I had to tie to be creative.”

“That’s pretty hot,” Lynn said.

“Did you like it?” Lori asked, squeezing her sister’s hands.

Luan nodded. “It was amazing. And you were right. I do feel closer to him.” She had loved her brother every way a human being could love another. Her love for him, and his for her, was complete. The only thing else Luan could do was pull a Jesus Christ for his sins, but she was pretty sure it didn’t work that way.

“What does he like?” Leni asked, speaking for the first time. Everyone looked at her.

“Like...sex?” Luan asked

Leni nodded.

Luan thought. “Well...he seemed to like kissing. And touching me.”

“Ooh-la-la,” Lynn said. She was kind of ashamed by the fact that she was surrounded by a bunch of girls and so turned on she was starting to pant. She was still nervous about showing Lincoln her body, but as she stood outside his door and listened to her sister’s rising passion, her grunts, moans, and screams of pleasure, that disquiet was replaced by desire. She wanted Lincoln to do whatever he was doing to Luan to her.

“Oh,” Leni said, “so...intimacy?”

Luan nodded. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Leni smiled brightly.

“Do you think you’d want to...see...Lincoln again?” Lori asked.

Biting her lower lip, Luan nodded. Lori smiled and hugged her sister. “You’re cute.” She leaned back. “But you stink. You should really take a shower.”

“I like the way I smell,” Luan said.

“Nice going, Lori,” Luna said, “you turned our sister into a raging nympho.”

“No,” Lori said with a sigh, “it was Lincoln and his magical penis.” She looked over her shoulder at Luna. “He is good.”

Lynn coughed.

“Yes?” Lori asked, turning to her.

“Nothing,” Lynn said, “I just...I’m starting to really look forward to my turn.”

“No nerves?”

Lynn shrugged. “Well, yeah, but...”

“Do you want to go next?” Lori asked.

Lynn blinked. A mixture of fear and excitement filled her stomach. She thought of her shirtless reflection in the mirror that morning, her tiny breasts, a mole marring the left one, her curveless hips (I look like the letter I on crack, she thought disappointedly), and her freckled face. Would Lincoln want her?

Because right now, she wanted him.

“I’ll go if Lynn doesn’t want to,” Leni said, raising her hand. She was sitting on Luna’s bed now.

“Lynn?” Lori asked.

“S-Sure. She can go.” Soon. Soon she’d be ready. God, she hated feeling this way: She was used to being full of confidence, not self-doubt.

“When do you want to do it?” Lori asked.

“I’m not sure,” she said, “Lincy’s probably all used up at the moment, so...tomorrow? The day after?”

“Alright,” Lori said. She looked at Luan and grinned, squeezing her hands once more. “Keep your hands to yourself until everyone else is done. You hear me?”

“I’ll try,” Luan said, “but I might get a touch excited.”

Lori rolled her eyes and slapped Luan’s bare leg. “Really, hit the shower. Mom and dad will be home soon and they’ve made eleven kids, so they’ll know exactly what you were up to.”

“I just hope they don’t go in Lincoln’s room,” she grinned.

In his room, Lincoln Loud lay on her bed, his hands laced across his chest. His heart was still racing from his encounter with Luan. A small grin touched his lips as he remembered the feeling of total oneness he shared with her. Even after, as they lay side-by-side on the floor, their fingers intertwined and their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating the same crazy rhythm, was total bliss. Almost as good as what came before.

He could believe that it was a dream if not for the used underwear crumpled on the bed next to him. He picked them up and held them in his hands. He imagined they were still warm from his sister’s body. They were certainly still damp. He smiled and sat them down.

Lori must have put her up to it. That had to be it. He doubted she randomly woke that morning with the intention of seducing him. The how and why of it didn’t matter to him. What mattered was that he had known Luan in the sweetest and most intimate way. Their hearts were one, their souls were one, their bodies were one.

It occurred to him that his other sisters might come to him, and the thought thrilled him. He imagined feeling the same connection with Luna, and Lynn, and Leni as he did with Lori and Luan, and he felt such happiness that he cried.

She waited two days. Two whole days. Though her outward demeanor was calm, she was anxious during those 48 hours, not because she was worried about her body like Lynn, or because she was worried about how he would react to her advances the way Luan had been, but because she didn’t like the thought of her brother not feeling connected with her. She didn’t fully understand why he felt the way he did (she seriously doubted that he did either), but she knew that, to him, they were not fully bonded, and that made her sad. She loved her Lincy in a way that she loved few things on this earth. He was the most beautiful, gentle creature, so loving and thoughtful, and the idea that he was tormented inside bothered her deeply. He craved togetherness and intimacy, and she was going to give it to him. She wanted it not only for him, but for herself as well. She wanted to be as close to him as she could possibly be; she’d never thought of having sex with him, but now that she had been turning the concept over in her mind, it made perfect sense, and she desired it with a deep desperation that made her feel hollow. She was a cup, she thought as she sat at her vanity that morning, brushing her hair and humming, and soon, Lincy would fill her with his closeness.

“So, today, huh?” Lori asked. She was lying on the top of her covers, her arms behind her head.

“Yup,” Leni chirruped, running the brush slowly through her blonde hair. She wanted it to be extra silky for Lincoln. “I am the cup, and Lincy is the water.”

“What?” Lori asked.

“Nothing,” Leni said. Lori could be so dense sometimes.

“What do you have planned?” Lori asked.

“Nothing much,” Leni said. She’d given the matter little thought over the past two days. Once Luan answered her question, she knew what she could do. It was such a simple thing. It was admittedly very arousing what he and Luan did (her hands tied behind her back!), but restraints weren’t what Lincy needed. Lincy needed TLC. Tender love and care.

“Good,” Lori said. “After Luan’s 50 Shades of Grey reenactment, I was worried it would turn into a competition.”

“It might,” Leni said. “I won’t take part, though. That’s not what this is about.”

“I’m sure he’ll love whatever you do.”

“I know,” Leni said. She looked at herself in the mirror, pronounced her hair silky enough, then sat the brush down. She took a tube of pink lip gloss from a top drawer, opened it, and applied a light coating to her lips.

“I’m glad you’re so calm about this,” Lori said. “Lynn and Luna are both eaten up with nerves."

“Because they’re overthinking it.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s bad.” She applied just a touch of mascara to her eyelashes to give them a fuller, darker look. “Mom and dad will be gone?”

“Yeah, dad’s helping that Bill guy from work shingle his shed roof and mom is ‘running errands.’”

“Perfect,” Leni said. She got up. “Well, I’d love to stay and chat, but Lincy needs me, so bye.”

Lincoln grabbed a soda from the fridge, popped the top, and drank deeply. Soda was one of those things that never lasted long in the Loud house. Mom rarely bought it, but when she did, it was usually gone in an hour. Lincoln slipped this one behind a jar of mayonnaise and covered with a bag of dates, because no one ever went for the dates (mom should really quit buying them). He was pleased that it was still there. More often than not, he’d go to look for his private reserve only to find that someone had snaked it.

Burping, Lincoln raised the can to his lips and drained it. He crushed it, tossed it into the trashcan, and burped again. He went into the living room on his way upstairs, but stopped when he saw Leni standing in front of the TV. Though he didn’t like to articulate it, he thought all of his sisters were attractive in their own way. Leni, however, was downright beautiful, with her long, silken hair, big, kind eyes, and soft, flawless skin. Today, she was wearing shorts and a light blue shirt. Her legs were long and bare. He flashed back to the way Luan’s legs had felt, and shivered. Leni was more shapely than Luan, more to touch, more to kiss...

“Hey, Lincy!” she said, startling him. She was smiling at him, her face radiant. He swallowed.

“Hey.”

“Can you help me with something?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said, “what?”

“Well...I want to watch this cool movie I found on the shelf, but I don’t have anyone to watch it with.” She pouted. “Would you watch it with me?”

“What movie?”

“This,” she said, holding up a DVD case. Trek Wars read the yellow title.

“Trek Wars? That’s my favorite movie!”

“Is it?” she asked, looking at it. “What a coincidence.”

Lincoln opened his mouth, but stopped, realizing what was happening. His heart blasted against his ribcage. Leni? His knees went weak and his palms started to sweat. She was an angel. He imagined it was coming, but now, standing before the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, no longer his sister with whom he could be at ease but a lover, he began to quiver.

She noticed, and cocked her head cutely. “Are you okay, Lincy?”

He swallowed hard. Part of him wanted to run. But another part wanted to go to her. He nodded. “Y-Yeah.”

“So you’ll watch this with me?”

He nodded. Yes. He would watch anything with her.

“Yay!” she said, brightening. She took the disc out, put it into the DVD player, and pressed the PLAY button on the remote. When she turned, she saw her brother standing where she’d left him. She smiled. Even after Lori and Luan, he’s shy. It melted her heart. “Aren’t you going to sit down?”

He nodded dumbly, then crossed to the couch, sitting on the very end, against the arm. Leni sat next to him, kicked her sandals off, and drew her legs under her. She put her arm around his shoulder, and he briefly stiffened before leaning against her. “This movie looks like a lot of fun. Is it good?”

“Yeah, it’s good,” he said. “There’s this epic fight scene and...well, you’ll see. It’s really cool.”

“What kind of fight?”

“Spaceships,” he said, and she could feel him relaxing. Score one for Leni, she thought with a smile. “They’re flying around and exploding and it’s awesome.”

“That sounds totes awesome.”

The movie started, and almost immediately, Lincoln lost himself in it, his eyes wide and his mouth open. Leni leaned her head against his and rubbed his arm with her fingertips. She spelled I LUV U three times in a row before he noticed the pattern. “I love you too,” he said, and she drew him closer. She turned and kissed the side of his head. “You mean the world to me, Lincy.”

A half hour into the movie, she scooted down and rested her head against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat quicken. He tentatively put his arm around her, and she snuggled closer. His heart was pounding faster now, and his breathing was becoming labored. She felt something brush her arm, and looked down at the crotch of his jeans, where a bulge had formed. She reached out and gingerly touched it. He jumped, and she giggled. She rubbed the tip with her index finger, tracing its bulky outline. She added her middle finger and her thumb. Lincoln panted as she stroked him through his jeans.

“Lincy?”

“Y-Yeah?” he rasped.

“Do you mind if we take the movie upstairs? I can’t seem to get comfortable.”

“Why?” he asked, worry creeping into his voice.

“I just want to stretch out...and snuggle.” She looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back.

“Okay.”

“You’re the best, Lincoln!”

She got up, and it was only when the fabric of her shorts touched her otherwise bare center that she realized she was damp. Wow, Lincy, you’ve barely even touched me! Hoping she didn’t have an embarrassing dark patch between her legs, she got the DVD out of the tray and took Lincoln by the hand, threading her fingers through his. “Come on,” she said, “I want to get back to the movie. It’s so good...but not as good as you.”

In her room, which was empty (maybe Lori isn’t so dense after all), she popped the DVD into her DVD player. Lincoln sat on the edge of the bed, still breathing heavy. She smiled. “Get comfy,” she said, “I am.” She dug around in her dresser drawer, found what she was looking for, and looked at Lincoln. “I’ll be right back.”

When she was gone, Lincoln took a deep breath. His penis throbbed so hotly that it was painful. With a simple touch, she got him so close that he almost came. Pull it together, he admonished himself. It’s just Leni. Sweet, beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, Leni.

“There we go,” Leni said, and Lincoln looked up, his breath catching in his throat. She was wearing a white nightie that stopped dangerously short of her knees. It’s not even half way there. It was a size too small and clung to her curvaceous body, revealing the sweet bend of her hips, the swell of her thighs, and her full breasts, her nipples poking through the silky fabric.

Lincoln nearly swooned.

“How do I look?” she asked, her hands on her hips.

“Beautiful,” he croaked.

“Thank you,” she said. “You look...uncomfortable.”

“It’s just that you’re so...I mean...”

“No, silly,” she laughed, “your clothes. How can you snuggle and watch a movie in jeans and a polo shirt?”

He blinked. “Yeah, sure, okay.” He got to his feet and his knees buckled, nearly sending him to the floor. He stripped out of his shirt and his jeans.

“There,” Leni said, closing the door and locking it. “You look much more comfy.”

She went to the DVD player, hit PLAY, and came to bed, slipping under the covers. “Come on, Linc.”

Lincoln swallowed again and got under the covers with her. When she laid her head and one of her hands on his chest, he drew a sharp intake of breath. Oh, man, she was driving him wild.

With trembling fingers, he reached out and touched her head, her hair soft. He ran his fingers through it. “I like having my hair played with,” she said. He took a long strand and slid the tips of his thumb and index finger along its length. She responded by kissing his stomach, her lips like fire against his skin. She kissed a little higher. Higher still. Her saliva was like acid, searing him. When she reached his nipple, she wrapped her lips around it, and he went rigid, the breath rushing out of his lungs.

She was looking up at him. “Lincoln?”

“Yeah?”

“You know you mean the world to me, right? When I say that...I mean it. You’re precious to me and I love you.”

He reached out and touched her cheek. “I love you too.”

“I want to be apart of you, Lincoln, and I want you to be apart of me.” She kissed his shoulder blade, then scooted down, kissing his stomach. Lincoln closed his eyes and dug his head deep into the pillow.

“You are the most important man in my life.” She kissed his stomach again, lower this time. “And you always will be.”

She pulled his underwear down, and Lincoln popped free, the cool air painful against his scorching flesh. She pulled them over his ankles and threw them aside. “I want you, Lincoln. I want your love, I want your friendship, I want your heart...and I want your body.” She wrapped her hand around him, and Lincoln groaned. “You complete me, Lincoln. Without you, I would not be me.” She gently stroked the shaft, running the tip of her thumb along his sensitive underside. “You are sweet, loving, caring, kind, patient, intelligent, handsome, funny, and considerate. This family is so much better because of you.”

She leaned down and brushed her lips against his swelling tip. “I love you.” She took him deep into her mouth, and Lincoln’s back arched. She pulled back slowly, her lips lightly grazing him, then sank back down. Lincoln bared his teeth. God, it was agony, it was bliss, it was the sweetest pain, the most horrible pleasure, he had ever known. His body trembled as his sister pulled back once more, dragging her tongue along his length.

“I love you,” she said, and climbed onto him, her knees on either side of him; her crotch rested just above his penis, the sultry heat so great he could barely stand it. She leaned down, her hair shrouding them. She pressed her lips against his, then parted them, allowing his tongue to taste her. She sat up, smiling down at him, never breaking eye contact, and shifted her hips. He felt himself poised to enter her. All she had to do was take him in, just slide down a liiiiitttle bit.

“I love you,” she said, taking both of his hands in both of hers and lacing her fingers through his. She settled onto him. He pushed through her opening and penetrated the center of her very being. She gasped. “I love you.” She gripped his hands tighter, rocking her hips back and forth. She still gazed lovingly into his eyes, even as they narrowed to near slits. “You...mean...everything...to me,” she said, beginning to lose control. “Ah! I...love you, Lincoln.”

She rocked faster, faster. Lincoln could feel his orgasm welling up from deep inside of him. He gripped her hands tighter.

“I love you, Leni,” he said as it hit him: He swelled and erupted with such force that he cried out. Leni, her body convulsing as he shot deep into her womb and knocked her into a canyon of ecstasy, threw her head back and cried out as well. Holding hands, they came together, the motion of their bodies ceasing as they rode out the wave of their shared orgasm.

When it was over, Leni collapsed onto him, her face buried in the crook his of neck. He laid his hand in the small of her back and rubbed slowly up and down; she shivered as that touch sent stalks of raw sensation crackling through her body.

She pushed herself up and smiled at her brother. Then she kissed the tip of his nose. “I love you, Lincy,” she said.
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