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Lynn's Top Concern	By : GoneWithTheWhim Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 4061 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bitten.
Warm teeth in my shoulder.
Cold teeth in my soul.
We dared to be bolder.
Are no longer whole.
Alas, came bad luck.
Brothers should not-
Lars's pen slipped out of control when a loud knock at his bedroom door startled the young poet.
"Lars! Open up! We gotta talk!"
He frantically slammed the book shut and shoved it under his pillow, stumbling over himself to get the door. What did Loki want this urgently?
Oh no. Did he know about the peeping? Misery, oh misery. Temptation was a cruel mistress.
Bracing for impact, Lars opened the door, and looked up to find Loki mesmerized by his cellphone. "Hey Loki. What brings you to my dark lair?"
Loki held up a finger, so as to say "Hold on," then finished typing a message. "Get in Vanzilla. We're going to Flip's."
Lars cocked an eyebrow behind his fringe. "Right now? What do you need me along for?"
"We need to have a brother-to-brother talk, just you and I, and I hear Flip just put out the black licorice flavored Flippees you've been waiting for. Are you coming, or am I going to have to drag you kicking and screaming?" Loki smiled smugly and put away his phone when he saw his younger brother grow just a little less glum.
Determining that he was going to die either way once Loki wrung the truth out of him, Lars decided the easy way was best. He would at least get to enjoy the bliss of a drink as cold and bitter as his heart before his brother broke him in half. "Joy. Lead the way, Loki."
Vanzilla's notoriously cantankerous engine was purring like a kitten, as though even it deferred to Loki's authority. The silence was otherwise deafening.
Getting out of the house and into the van without picking up any other riders in the family had taken some doing, but Loki's 'big brother glare' had made it clear that this was a private ride situation.
"Lars, be honest," Loki finally spoke up, startling his brother out of whatever dark recesses he had mentally wandered off to. "Is everything okay?"
"... yes. I'm fine," Lars deflected. "Nothing is unusual."
Loki was utterly unconvinced. Carefully taking a turn on the road, Loki made quick eye contact before turning his attention back on traffic. "Not according to what Luke and Loni noticed at breakfast."
Lars gave a deep sigh. "I... don't want to talk about it."
The older brother clenched his hands hard around the steering wheel, but maintained a stony expression. "Okay. You know you can always ask us older bros if you're worried about something, right?"
The answer was a nod. "Yes. I appreciate it immensely." It was the truth. Lars had once come to Loki when he was dealing with an older boy frequently swiping his poetry notebook and flushing it for cruel amusement. The legend of 'Five Swirlie Fred' survived to this day as a cautionary tale to classmates of the younger Loud boys. "... Actually... There's something I'd like to ask, but it's kind of a weird question."
Loki took one hand off the steering wheel and waved dismissively. "How weird can it really be?" But then again, it was Lars, so perhaps...
Lars nervously twiddled his fingers while staring intensely at the glove compartment. "Is it okay for two boys to have sex?"
Vanzilla braked suddenly at the question. Loki had expected something like that to come of this conversation, but still. He resumed driving when a car horn startled him into stepping on the gas again. "Well..." He stalled for time, considering his options. He didn't know how much Lars knew about sex at this point; perhaps it would be best to take it easy. "Everyone was supportive of Luke when we found out about Sam, right?"
"Yes," Lars nodded. "Okay." Already, that was reassuring to hear, but Lars wanted to know more. "How about if they just try it for fun and they're not a couple?"
Loki's hands trembled again. What had Lynn done? "It depends. It's not okay to pressure someone if they don't also want it. Look, I don't want to pry if you don't want to talk about it, but..." Loki turned, and pulled into an open parking spot. "Luke saw some things this morning that made him worried about you."
Silent and frightened, Lars kept his head low. What had Luke seen? How would Loki react?
Loki put a hand on Lars's shoulder and held it firmly. "Before we discuss this further, I have to ask you one more time: Did someone hurt you?"
Loki never got this serious about small stuff. It was time to come clean. "Lynn and I tried stuff last night. Like, real sex stuff." His eyes widened when Loki's hand clamped down hard on his shoulder. "Wait, wait. It's not like that. I swear he didn't force it. It was my idea too. I promise."
Loki released Lars's shoulder, to his younger brother's relief. "Thanks for being honest with me, Lars."
The two brothers looked at each other for a time. Normally, it was easy to think of one another as "My older brother who bosses us around." and "My little goth brother with the weird poetry and the bats in the belfry."
It was nice, if just for a moment, to be "The older brother I can trust to have my back and protect me." and "The little brother who trusts me with things important to them."
"Sigh... I know brothers shouldn't do stuff like that, but we couldn't resist," Lars said, his head still hung low.
Loki gently punched him in the shoulder, and cracked a smile when he recoiled and looked him in the eye. "Can you keep a secret? I mean, really, really keep it?"
That wasn't what Lars had expected. Wasn't Loki mad? Better to play along. "Of course; I shall take it to the grave."
"I should be mad at you and tell you that brothers shouldn't do that stuff, and that it's wrong to do it in the family, but..." Loki sighed. Oh, the things you had to do as an older brother. "Loni was about your age the first time he and I tried. I'm not going to tell you you shouldn't do that, because I know firsthand how nice it is, and how much closer he and I are for it."
Lars nodded. Even if he'd found out accidentally the day before, having Loki openly admit it made him feel... better. Like he'd given back something he'd stolen, and had been offered it as a reward for his repentance and honesty.
Loki started Vanzilla, and got back on the road. These Flippees wouldn't buy themselves.
"Can I ask... how you guys started doing that?" Lars asked, shifting in his seat to adjust for a growing tension. The idea of a younger Loki and Loni getting into that kind of business like him and Lynn was kind of exciting to hear about.
Loki shrugged. He'd already confessed that much, it couldn't hurt to give Lars the full picture. "It started when I found a porn magazine in a trash can somewhere. I hid it and brought it home. I got really curious, but eventually, Loni found out. We decided to share and, uh, one thing led to another and we were jacking off together." Noticing Lars's expression of mock disgust, he gave a playful frown. "Oh, don't give me that. I've walked on you and Lynn jacking off enough times to know you guys do it too."
Lars blushed. He was exposed like a vampire lord to the highest of noon suns.
"Anyway, eventually, we got bored of just the one girlie mag, so I dared Loni to nab another one while I was distracting Flip." He interrupted himself, and glared at his brother. "You shouldn't steal, by the way. We were young and dumb back then. You have the internet if you want porn."
"But, of course, Loni is Loni, so when we got home and unwrapped it... Well, it was a porn magazine, but... It wasn't girls. After that... Oh hey, there's Flip's! Anyway, I think you get the point."
"Wait," Lars said, as Loki began to pull into the parking lot. "One more question: How did you decide who would be, uh, on top?"
Loki stopped the van, and pulled the keys from the ignition. "That, Lars, is a story for another time."
Lane made the proverbial walk of shame from the garage to the bathroom at home. He was just glad most of the family was out and no one would question him.
He was especially careful when he passed in front of his bedroom, where Luke was rocking out thunderously. He'd hoped to grab clean clothes and then hit the shower, but there was no way his brother wouldn't know what he'd done.
He'd never believed his ass could be so sore. No wonder Lars had been walking oddly; Lynn really was was a big boy.
After a nice long shower only somewhat marred by getting Lynn's cum out of himself, Lane got out with a towel wrapped around his waist to hide anything private under it. Holding his clothes under his arm, he quickly made his way to his bedroom and noted that the music had stopped at some point, and the door was shut.
Lane supposed he'd just tell his brothers that he'd been able to confirm what had happened, and that nothing was too wrong, except that Lynn had a bit of an ego to him. They'd have to figure out a-
Lane's train of thought took an abrupt turn and derailed catastrophically when he opened the door to his and Luke's room. His jaw dropped, and so did his towel. That made three of them with exposed bottoms in the room.
Himself, standing baffled in the doorway as his eyes watched the spectacle like a car crash in slow motion, and his privates hung in full view.
Luke, with his chest against his mattress and his ass up in the air, clutching his guitar like a protective teddy bear, and looking up in horror at Lane's intrusion catching him in such a compromising position.
Lynn, kneeling above Luke and triumphantly plowing him from behind, completely unaware of Lane's entrance as he focused solely on the tight warmth enveloping him.
With the sound of Lynn's testicles slapping against his older brother's ass drowning out any capacity for clear thought, Lane shut the door behind himself on autopilot. He picked up his towel and sat on his bed, wondering how his older brother had ended up with their younger brother on top of him like a rockstar fucking an enraptured groupie.
"I fought the law," Luke winced in defeat, "... and the law won."
A little white mouse snuck away back into her room. Lane had almost spotted her but, thankfully, she'd avoided detection. The situation was getting very, very interesting.
Retreating to the privacy of her linen closet, she made for her desk, where she flicked the switch on her walkie-talkie.
"Singing Raven, come in Singing Raven, do you hear me?"
A female voice quickly came from the other end of the line. "Loud and clear, Cooing Dove. What's the situation?"
"I can't get into the details right now, but I need to borrow... 'Ace'."
Microphone static filled the room for a moment.
"... and no," Linka added, "it's not for Loki."
A disappointed groan came from the other end of the line.
"But he has the perfect boy buns!" the other girl swooned.
"Focus, Claudia, focus!" Linka admonished. "Can I stop by to pick it up tomorrow?"
"Oops! Sorry, Linka. My moms will be out for most of the day, so I can get it to you no problem. Just wash it when you're done, and make sure to tell me about whatever it was for."
Linka rubbed her hands together. She certainly hoped she wouldn't need to use 'Ace', but if push came to shove, she'd be ready.
The afternoon came and went without much further incident. As usual, siblings and parents were in and out of the house with various activities, though Lynn spent a good amount of it sleeping like a log and treasuring his victories.
It was a while before Vanzilla pulled back up the driveway. On the way home, Loki and Lars had picked up a few additional siblings from multiple activities, significantly cutting into their private talk. Still, Lars was looking slightly less glum, and Loki was back to absentmindedly tapping away at his smart phone.
As the sun set and the siblings prepared for bed, the four elder brothers reconvened in Loki's room.
"Alright, so I've got bad news, and good news," Loki announced when he sat down on his bed and motioned for the other brothers to do the same.
"Give us the bad news first," Luke said, opting to kneel by Loni's bed rather than sit. "Lane and I have some bad news of our own."
Lane sat on Loki's bed, mainly to avoid having to make eye contact with him. He mentally prepared for their eldest brother to give him and Luke both the beating of their lives.
Loni was the last to enter the room. "Hey guys!" He waved excitedly before sitting down on his bed indian-style. "Sorry, I was helping dad by keeping an eye on Lexx, Leif, and Levi. None of them mentioned anything weird. What happened at home?"
"So," Loki began, "The good news is that no one roughed Lars up. The bad news is, Luke was right. Lynn and Lars banged like we thought. I'm pretty sure they got it from peeping on us, too. We've got to be more careful about it."
"It's worse than that," Luke said with a shudder. "Lynn's got big dick ego."
Lane swallowed nervously. "Lars was upset because he asked Lynn if they could try the other way around some time, and Lynn blew him off."
"And... we may have gotten carried away when we each tried to convince Lynn otherwise." Luke completed, striking the floor with his fist in defeat.
Loki sighed, picking up his phone and peeking at an incoming message. "Let me guess: He fucked the two of you, didn't he?"
"Three." Loni piped up, to the consternation of his brothers.
"What do you mean, three?" Lane was the first to ask, holding up three fingers and looking alternatingly at Luke and himself.
"Wait, let me recount. Loni pointed at Lane with his right hand, while holding up one finger. "One."
Next, he pointed to Luke, and held up a second finger. "Two."
Finally, he pointed at himself and lifted a third. "Three."
"Yep! Three of us!" He cheered triumphantly.
After an awkward and confused pause, the other three brothers erupted at once.
"How!?" "When!?" "Why!?"
Before any of these questions could be answered, Lynn barged in on the meeting, stifling a yawn. "Hey bros, just woke up from a nap and heard you guys shouting. What's going on?"
Loki's eyes looked to him with a mix of shock and abject fury. Loni's followed, full of joy and smiles. Lane and Luke, shamed by their defeats, avoided eye contact.
"You've got a lot of nerve barging in on a big bro meeting after your little show today, Lynn." Loki muttered. "Is this all just a game to you? Just screwing each of your brothers one by one with no care for consequences?"
"Well, it's not that different from pick-up basketball," Lynn retorted with a smug grin, shutting the door behind himself. "You have two players, then one of them dunks on the other and it's all good fun."
Loki was seeing red, and it wasn't just Lynn's shirt. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't throw you out of my room on your ass right now."
The other three brothers, reduced to a voiceless audience, looked from Loki to Lynn and back. It was as though a thunderstorm was building in the room.
Then, lightning struck. "I don't need a reason, because I already know you won't do it." Lynn chuckled, and pointed down to Loki's crotch.
Sure enough, Loki was pitching a furious tent, and he'd barely noticed.
"I heard you last night on the phone with Bebe, all full of yourself. 'See how much of a man I am fucking my brother for your entertainment.' You're just like me, Loki, and you know it."
Lynn turned around, bent over, and slapped his ass at his older brother. "You can't throw me out because this is your chance to be the first to get at this." Slap. "Fine." Slap. "Ass." Slap.
Sparks were flying from both brothers as Lynn stood back up and Loki got out of bed. The other brothers wisely moved aside.
Loki stared at his foe, fists clenched and trembling. He hated Lynn's attitude. He hated it that his brother was right about him. He hated that he wanted nothing more right now than to show that little arrogant brat what was coming to him by ripping off his sweatpants and plowing him so hard his crush would feel it.
Luke, Lane, and Loni looked at one another. Was this really happening? None of them would admit it, but they all really wanted to see this...
Linka sat on her bed in her comfy pajamas, scribbling on a whiteboard laid flat. Her information-gathering, as she would continue to refer it as, had proven to be quite fruitful, and the graph needed updating.
"Loki ⟶ Loni" had been written down a long time ago, and "Luke ⟷ Lane" a more recent one, but in a single day, she'd had to add a node and three lines just for Lynn. "Lars?" remained in the corner for now.
A knock came at the door, surprising the sole Loud daughter. "Just a minute!" she called out all sing-song. "I'm getting dressed."
That generally bought her a few minutes even with her most impatient brothers.
She flipped the board against the far wall, where it regained its camouflage as a framed poster of "Ace Savvy: The Movie".
"Whoooo is it?" She asked, all put-on sweet and whimsical.
"It's me, Linka," Lars droned back.
Linka opened the door slowly, then all but pulled her little brother into the room before slamming the door behind him.
"Are you all set for our slumber party?" She asked, before putting Operation Doe Eyes into action. "Because I want to know what happened with Lynn. You wouldn't let your big sister worry herself sick over you, would you?"
Comfy pajamas? Check.
Nice cozy blanket? Check.
Quiet night at home? Check.
Dim lighting because Lars prefers the dark? Check.
Little brother blushing because he doesn't want to admit he's happy to have someone he can confide in? Check on both cheeks.
Yes. She was ready to Big Sister like never before.
Sensing some hesitation from Lars, Linka lifted a corner of the blanket before sitting on her bed and patted the mattress next to herself, motioning for Lars to sit by her.
Lars obliged, but left a bit of distance between her and himself. He tensed up when Linka shimmied over closer, but opted not to move away. It was nice just being close like this.
"Linka, can I share a secret with you? You really can't tell anyone." Lars said flatly while attentively inspecting the carpet.
"Always, Lars. For you? Always." She put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him a little closer.
Safe and protected, Lars allowed himself to lean against his sister's side, swallowed the lump in his throat, and came clean with his terrible secret for the second time that day.
"Yesterday, I fooled around with a boy."
Linka's face lit up like it was Christmas. This was the kind of opening up all sisters dreamed of meddling in. "Did you like it?" she asked. Not even sisterly duty could stop her curiosity.
Lars nodded silently, wrapping his pajama-clad arms around himself. "I did, but, as most good things in this life, it came with terrible consequences."
"Aw..." his sister cooed reassuringly. She slipped into a prone position, leaning on her side against the blanket, and invited Lars to lie down by her. "You can tell me all about it. I'm here for you."
Lars, as a creature of the night, should have recognized the song of the temptress. The trap was obvious, and yet, he let himself be strung along. When Linka spooned up to him from behind and wrapped him up in a sisterly cuddle, he accepted inevitable defeat with open arms.
When the cocoon is so blissful, why fear the spider queen?
He closed his eyes and focused on the warmth of his sister and the comfort of her arms around him while she patiently waited for him to build up his courage. Right now, Lynn didn't matter. This all didn't matter. His big sister was here for him, and all the shadows in the world couldn't smother that little glow of warmth in his chest.
The two siblings laid there silently for a time, satisfied with each other's company.
"DANG IT!" Loki's voice suddenly roared from across the hall.
Lars and Linka froze, startled by the sudden noise.
"... Linka?" Lars asked, shaking. He leaned up on one of his elbows. "Any idea what's wrong?"
His sister was giggling. She gently nudged him back down. Poor Loki. She'd been rooting for him, too. Ah well. She'd have to go with plan B. "Don't worry about it. You know how Loki gets."
"So, how did you end up fooling around with Lynn?" Linka asked, changing the subject.
Lars had enough on his plate without needing to concern himself with his other brothers for now. "It actually started earlier last night, when I was hiding in the vents to write my poetry. I-" He came to a pause as he realized what she'd just done. "Siiigh... I was hoping you wouldn't know it was him. Nothing in this house eludes you, Linka."
Linka giggled and brought a hand up to ruffle his hair. "That's what makes me a good sister."
"I'm guessing you already know what Loki and Loni were up to last night, too?" Lars asked, pretending to shake her off, but secretly enjoying her touch.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She playfully denied. "And I especially wasn't watching."
That explained a lot, Lars reasoned. He'd have to be more careful about keeping his door closed.
Or maybe not.
From there, she slowly extracted the entire story out of him, occasionally encouraging him with an affectionate sisterly touch.
"... and he just kept going on about his stupid rule." Lars finally concluded.
"Ugh," Linka rolled her eyes. Boys and their egos. "No wonder you're so frustrated if he's acting like that."
"It's not about him," Lars said, curling in on himself just a little. "It just makes me wonder..."
"Yes?" Linka said, leaning over his shoulder.
"How do I know if I'm, um, big enough?" Lars blurted out. "... sorry, that was weird."
"I think we passed 'too weird' when Lynn put it in your butt," Linka teased. "It's okay. I'm happy we can have a talk like this. Why are you worried about that?"
"Well... Lynn was so much bigger than me, and I really liked being... 'the girl' with him. I thought he would want to try it the other way around some other time with me since we had so much fun, but since he doesn't..."
"Forget about Lynn," Linka admonished. "All boys are different. Some are bigger, some are smaller. Some girls like them big, and some prefer something more reasonable."
When that proved ineffective, she found herself growing bolder. Linka inched closer against her brother, twiddling her fingers around the rim of his shirt.
"Lars, if you're okay with that, maybe you could, um, show me? Would that reassure you?"
Despite the dim lighting, she saw his pale skin develop a very deep blush, doubly so as he suddenly became extremely aware of her developing breasts pressing into his back.
After a long pause, Lars gave a tiny nod. "... Okay."
Linka released her brother, and rose into a kneeling position. She watched him with rapt attention as he followed suit, and her curiosity was rewarded with an interesting spectacle.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, noting a prominent bulge in his pajama bottoms. "Did... I do that?" Linka asked playfully.
"S-sorry..." he stuttered, bowing his head in shame.
"Never apologize for flattering a girl," Linka winked. She waited for him to work up the courage, but it never came. Instead,
Lars froze up, and she quickly found that any sign of her moving closer made him recoil.
"Lars, have you ever seen a girl's... down there?" Linka asked. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
Lars blushed and shook his head.
"If I show you mine," she asked, slipping her thumbs through the sides of her bottoms, "Will that make it easier to show me yours?"
Her brother nodded wordlessly.
Linka saw his cock noticeably twitch through his pants. This time, it was her turn to blush. Summoning forth all the courage and pluck she could muster, Linka double-checked to make absolutely sure the bedroom door was closed, and took to the task.
No curse of undeath, coffin, or magical spell could ever have held Lars quite as still as he stood now, transfixed by his sister.
First came the sight of her dainty legs as she bared her upper thighs, coyly turning away from him as she began pulling her pajama bottoms off. Next, he noticed her face flushing like never before when she dropped on all fours to ease kicking off the cloth that still hung to her legs. That position was also giving him a great view of the small of her back and an erotic perspective of her smooth and creamy rear.
It called forth images of last night. Was this what Lynn had seen in him? He suddenly had a lot more appreciation for Lynn's restraint last night.
Finally, Linka swallowed her pride and shifted back to an upright position, then into a sitting one. Her legs spread a little, exposing her nether region to her little brother. "See?" she declared, lightly gasping for air but pretending to be nonchalant, "There's nothing to it." Her blush betrayed her; even hypnotized as he was, Lars could appreciate how much this meant to her as well.
His crotch grew even tighter as he dared to peer down at her crotch. Her smooth little slit was like nothing he had ever seen before, smooth and bare aside from a light dusting of little white hairs adorning her pubic mound.
"Do you like my body, Lars?" Linka murmured, drawing his eyes into hers. "None of our brothers have seen this. Not even Lynn." Her breath was labored, and her cheeks rosy.
Lars could have creamed his pants there and then, if not for the added pressure of Linka looking at him. The thought that he could make his sister hot and bothered like this was empowering like nothing ever before. "You shine like the full moon through a dark night," said Lars the Poet, temporarily winning over Lars the Frightened Teenager.
"Now..." Linka bit her lower lip. "Can I see you?"
After her lewd display of sisterly devotion, Lars no longer had any doubts about himself, but he remained immensely curious as to her reaction. He moved his hands to the waist of his bottoms, but paused when he saw her slowly edging towards him.
Linka reached out and ran her hands along his sides, gently pushing his hands away and hesitantly moving hers over to his crotch. He winced when her thumb and index fingers took hold of the waistline of his pants, brushing against his erection all the while.
Unlike Lars, who had stayed away as a mere observer, Linka got up close and personal, intent on studying her little brother. Perhaps too close, in fact. When she carefully pulled down the elastic band of his bottoms, his erect member sprang out, bopping her on the nose. Startled, Linka giggled. "Oh!"
Lars wasn't as big as Ron Andy, she mentally compared, but that was hardly a fair comparison. She did find herself wondering, just for a moment, how big Lynn had to be if Lars was feeling so shamed by the comparison.
Her younger brother found himself struggling to read her expression. "It's... small, isn't it? I knew it..."
Linka chuckled. "It's not," she assured him. "Believe me, you have nothing to be ashamed about down here," she playfully teased, still carefully studying his length and girth, as well as his testicles hanging beneath. She caught one of her hands slipping down to her crotch and willed it back into a neutral position. It wouldn't do to touch herself in front of her little brother.
Lars shook his head and turned away, hiding his softening member from her sight. "You're just saying that..."
Linka bit her lip. On one hand, she'd really hoped he'd take her word for it. On the other...
"I'll prove it to you," she caught herself blurting out.
"W-what?" Lars stammered. He lost his balance and fell on his bare ass on her bed, leaving his cock exposed once more.
There was no going back now. Linka slowly approached and practically draped herself over his shoulders before whispering in his ear. "Would you like that, little brother? Your big sister showing you how attractive you are?"
Lars froze. It would have been a lie to say that he had never fantasized about his older sister before. He had imagined her touch and her body. However, he had never imagined, even in his utmost fantasies, that these dreams would become reality. He nodded wordlessly, and allowed himself to melt into her touch.
In his fantasies, he was the dark vampire lord seducing the chaste maiden.
However, tonight, he found himself the lost traveler guided by the snowy-haired nymph.
She wrapped one arm around his chest to steady herself, with the added benefit of her breasts pressing against his back. The dainty fingers of her other hand gently caressed down his side and across his stomach, until she found her target. Lars gasped when she carefully took hold of his hard member.
"You're so hard and warm," she whispered, gently massaging the head with her thumb and forefinger.
Lars gave a breathy groan at her careful touch and clutched at the bedsheets, involuntarily leaning his head back into the crook of her neck while she rested her head against his shoulder.
Linka began massaging his cock in long slow strokes, and licked her lips at the sight. "Look, Lars," she whispered, caressing his chin with her other hand. "Look how big your cock looks in my hand."
Drawn by her touch, Lars looked down. Having a girl's hand wrapped around his member certainly put things in perspective. Her fingers couldn't even come close to wrapping fully around it.
He felt her squirming against his back, pressing herself against him as hard as she could. "Linka?" he asked breathily. "Are you...?"
Lars couldn't finish the touch before she slowed down her strokes. "Do you want to... touch me too?" She murmured, almost reading his mind.
"Yes, but... I don't know how..." Lars lamented. He felt selfish. There his sister was, giving him everything, and he couldn't make her feel good in return.
Her left hand found his and drew it behind her back, as she continued her gentle strokes. She led him behind his back, to her pubic mound, where she pressed his palm to his pubic mound. She bent his fingers, interlocking her own with his, grinding her nethers against him. She was so warm and so wet.
It was hard for him to focus on the gesture, especially when she intensified her stroking. All the while, as she played with his shaft, she guided him, rubbing little circles around her clitoris, occasionally rubbing his middle or ring fingers against her slit and eventually, into it. "Ah..." she gasped as she ground against his hand, making his fingers sticky with her juices.
Not long into their mutual masturbation, Lars was panting and groaning at her touch. "Haaaah... Linka! I can't... I'm going to..."
She grinned and focused on coaxing his orgasm out. Her strokes intensified and she felt him grow limp against her body. Her nethers were burning at his touch, but she only had eyes for his hard cock.
Finally, he gave a deep exhale, as though he'd been holding his breath for hours. She felt him twitch in her hand. He came in thick ropes, coating her fingers and the sheets in front of him.
Letting her brother relax against her body and catch his breath, Linka smiled and looked at her cum-coated fingers, rubbing them together and enjoying the texture. "Mmm... You came a lot."
"S-sorry about the mess..." he apologized nervously.
Curious, she brought her finger to her lips, and gently licked some of his ejaculate off of if, making a show of savoring the taste. "Mmm... Sweet like you," she teased.
Lars watched the lewd display with wide eyes. When had his sister become this hot? Still, he felt a pang of regret. "What about you?" He asked. "You didn't get to...?"
"That's right, and good job on noticing," she smiled. "Maybe you can help me with that?"
Lars nervously swallowed, wondering what she would have him do. He watched as Linka wiped her hand off on her pajama top.
"I'll have to sneak a load of laundry tomorrow morning," she giggled, pulling the garment up and slowly off.
Lars gazed, mesmerized, as more of her bare skin came into view until she was fully nude in front of him.
Her breasts in full view, Linka coyly posed for him. "Do you like what you see?"
Words failed him at her sight. If he hadn't been ready to give her what she wanted before, he certainly was now.
"Do you want to make your big sister feel good again?" she asked, reaching for one of his hands and placing it against her bare breast.
He took that as a clue to gently knead the developing flesh, eliciting a gentle moan from her. "Tell me what to do, Linka."
"There's something I've been wanting to try, and right now, I can't think of anyone better than you to give it to me," she said. "Lie down," she instructed, leaving him some additional room on the bed.
Lars did as instructed, settling down on his back with her eyes and breasts competing for his attention.
His cock slowly came back to life as she turned to her bedside table, giving him a fascinating view of her nude body.
He heard her uncap some kind of bottle, and shuddered with pleasure as he watched and felt her apply a generous coating of lotion to his member.
She gave his cock a few slow strokes, coaxing him into a full erection before straddling him. He found his eyes locked into hers as his cock came to rest between the cheeks of her ass.
She was saving her pussy for Ron Andy. Sometimes, Claudia got to play with it, but she was a girl, so that didn't count.
However, that didn't mean she couldn't have fun with her brother.
She'd been curious to give her butt some attention for a long time, but Ron Andy's python was too big. Their one attempt had hurt too much. Her little brother, however, would be just the perfect size.
"Are you ready?" Linka asked, lifting up her hips and getting in position. She reached back to line his cock up with her rear, treating him to a spectacular-side view of her chest.
Lars watched her squirm as she gently sat down. He felt himself prodding at her entrance. She was only waiting for his permission. He lifted his hands and placed them against her hips, gently coaxing her down. "It's your turn to feel good, Linka. If you want it like this, then I'm ready."
Both siblings gasped in unison as the head of his cock slipped inside of her ass. She leaned back and grabbed hold of his legs to support herself up. His hands massaged her sides and gently followed her through the motion. Her head tilted back from the effort.
Lars was no stranger to dark and tight places, but this was a different kind of narrow passage. He summoned forth all of his dark poetry and gothic stillness, willing himself not to thrust his hips and impale her on his cock.
He hungered for more, but this was for her. He would follow her pace.
Hissing and panting the whole way down, she slowly took him in inch by inch until, with a final exhale, she sunk the whole way down, spreading her legs and her cheeks to take him as deeply as he could go. Her chest rose and fell with her breath, and she slowly lifted her head again, to look her brother in the eyes.
Her brother. Right now, he was hers, and hers alone.
Link shifted her position, moving her hands to his chest, and, drunk on pleasure, she give him a lewd smile. "How do you like your sister's butt, Lars?" She punctuated the words with a wiggle of her hips, sending shockwaves of pleasure through both of their bodies.
Gasping for air, Lars barely managed to speak. "You're heavenly..."
Woozy from the stimulation, she took his hands and placed them back on her breasts. "I want to feel you all over me," she said.
She was an amazing sight in the night, her hair shining like the moonlight emanated from her, her developing breasts offered to his eyes and hands like the forbidden fruit in a sacred garden.
His sister writhing in bliss with his cock deep inside her and his hands fondling her breasts. This was everything he'd never dared dream of.
Emboldened by his caresses, she slowly pulled up and moved down, her insides massaging his cock into immense pleasure. One of her hands moved to her crotch, where she rubbed and fingered herself as he stretched her rear passage.
When she picked up the pace, bouncing up and slamming her hips back down, Lars returned her thrusts, driving her into fits of cute little hushed moans. "Ah! Ah... ah... Lars!"
She was so sexy, so warm, so tight. Lars caught himself groaning in unison, lost in the vast ocean of passion that was his sister. His climax was quickly building. Her every movement, every shimmy of her hips, every faltering moan of her voice was driving him mad with pleasure.
"Give it to me, Lars!" she gasped, slamming down harder than any time before and nearly knocking the wind out of him. "I want to feel your load inside my ass."
Her lewd words were like hypnotic poetry. His hands slipped down to grab her by the hips, and he forced her down as tightly as he could as he thrust into her.
Finally, she came to a climactic finish, no longer able to withstand the dual stimulation of her own fingers in her front, and his hard shaft in her back. She seized up and threw her head back with a deep throaty moan.
The muscular spasms that ensued around Lars's cock were too much for him to withstand. As her juices gushed against his stomach, his filled her to the brim. They shared a final few thrusts, riding out their pleasure to the last drop, until she allowed herself to limply flop down next to him, draping an arm over his chest.
Lars and Linka basked in the afterglow of their orgasms for a long time, panting with the occasional giggle as they held each other like only siblings who'd just shared an intimate forbidden moment could.
Linka leaned into her little brother and planted a chaste little smooch on his forehead through his thick fringe of black hair. "Did you like that?" she asked.
"It was everything I could ever have dreamed of," he responded, leaning his head against her chest. "Thank you, Linka."
"Thank you for making me feel good, Lars." she replied. She thought to ask if he felt better about comparing to Lynn now, but decided he most like had forgotten about that by now. Better to leave it for the morning.
Lars closed his eyes, carried off by his sister's warm cuddles. "Good night, sister dear," he recited, putting back on some of his gothic tones. "Tonight, your brother knows no fear."
She giggled. "Good night to you too, my favorite little poet."
Their brothers's cases could be dealt with tomorrow, Linka thought to herself when she felt him drift away and found herself quickly joining him.
Lars was happy, and that was good enough for her. Perhaps she'd update the board in the morning.
Lars ⟶ Linka
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