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I Am Not a Pervert!	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 17391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"LYNN!"
The brunette shivered in the warm bathwater, her eyes turning toward the door expectantly. She could hear her brother stomping loudly toward the door and it made her heart speed up. Punish me, Lincy… I've been a baaad gurl~
The knob rattled when he stepped inside without a word.
Then, his fingers fell slack and slid off, slapping lifelessly against his thigh.
His knees were suddenly twitching, his stomach trembling, his shoulder quivering, his mouth open breathlessly, and his eyes staring unabashedly as Lynn slowly stood from the bathwater… trails of soapy water racing down her throat, over the soft curvature of her small bosom, down her toned stomach and long thighs…
He gulped, the motion painful and not nearly enough of a distraction to keep his flaccid member from pounding against its cottony cage in fury.
He pulled at his collar, his whole face and neck blazing.
Lynn bent her knees inward and crossed her arms over her stomach, over her hips. She knew she must look so innocent and vulnerable, and it excited her to no end. She dipped her head down, but looked up with her eyes. Like a pathetic puppy begging for forgiveness from its master, she let out a little whine from the back of her throat.
"Lincyyy."
His eyes roamed all across her sexy body, from her calves resting in the water, to her pink lips that were pouting.
"L-Lynn…?"
Why was he even here again?
She searched his eyes, but only found lust. A deep hazy fog of arousal clouded his pupils, enslaving him to her bidding like a thrall. She shivered.
"Won't you bathe with me like we used to?"
She grinned gently when he nodded mindlessly, hopelessly under her spell. She crooked her finger toward him and beckoned his soul to come to her.
His shin bumped into the bathtub before he stopped, his eyes completely locked on her own. She tilted her head to the side and let her hands flatten themselves on his chest.
"May I take off your clothes, Linc?"
He gulped when her sinful fingers reached his collar and undid a button. Her nails scraped along his sensitive skin and he felt his erection throb painfully against his jeans.
She hooked a finger in his last button and pulled him closer to her; their breaths now intermingling as her lips ghosted along his. Her tongue slipped past her lips and tasted his bottom lip before darting back inside.
Linc closed his eyes and moaned at the feeling.
Encouraged, Lynn shifted a hand behind his neck, her fingers threading themselves in his snowy hair. And she closed her eyes as she pulled his lips against her own.
They pushed and pulled with each other. Lynn bit his bottom lip with gentle teeth and he whimpered into her mouth. She suckled on his lip, raking her tongue along his bare skin, and his knees suddenly buckled.
She quickly gripped him in her arms and held him against her soapy, wet breasts.
He looked so confused, so hazy with arousal, and a bit afraid at his sudden fall.
Lynn couldn't help but giggle as he righted himself. She couldn't help but let out a low, possessive growl when he didn't step out of her arms, but stayed within her clutches. She bent her head down and laid her lips upon his neck, and began suckling on his vulnerable skin. His sudden cry of pleasure caused a spark at the base of her neck that cascaded into a waterfall of lust as it raced down her spine, leaving a tingling trail of aching desire in its path.
Her lips moved across his throbbing vein in a trail of fire until she reached his jawline. Then, she raked her teeth against his bare flesh before lapping at his pink skin with her warm, velvety tongue.
One hand drifted from his arm and into the back of his pants, her nails digging into his rear, and she pulled his groin flush against hers.
She felt his breaths puffing against her nose in erratic pants as she brought her lips down on his once again, her tongue darted through his barrier like a slippery snake. Her wet muscle found her brother's waiting for her and she ran alongside it, tasting every crevice his mouth hid from her prying eyes.
She shifted her hips against his and groaned deeply into his mouth when she felt his hardened rod graze against her swelling lips through the roughness of his jeans. She shifted again and squeaked in pain when she felt his zipper scratch against her overly-sensitive hood.
She pulled away and pouted fiercely. "Lincy…! Your zipper hurt me!"
His lungs were heaving, his shoulder raising up and down as he struggled for air. His eyes turned down and his mouth frowned when he saw a very tiny pink line right below her fuzzy patch of hair. Just staring as he did, he felt a blush mix with the flush already present on his cheeks, and when he turned back to his sister's lusty eyes he saw her cheeks were blushing as well.
"I… I-I guess I should kiss it better then… huh?"
Lynn found herself running her hands under his shirt, caressing his strong muscles, as her head nodded. She gave him a reassuring smile and leaned over to give him a chaste kiss.
Her lips still resting on her brother's, she spoke into his slightly-parted mouth, "Please."
Lincoln quivered from head to toe at the unadulterated need he felt in her plea.
He put a hand on her naked hip and pulled her toward him; it slipped around her thigh and helped her step out of the tub and onto the chilly tile floor. His other hand slid around her other thigh and he gave her a little squeeze as he helped her out, simply delighting in her little squeak of surprise.
His hands resting on her outer thighs, he gave a gentle pressure, and she sat down on the basin wall.
Lynn watched as he knelt before her, his hands gliding overtop the curve of her legs to rest on her inner thighs. A single finger grazed her outermost walls and her parted mouth let out a faint cry.
Lincoln heard it, and he drew his eyes away from her moist, pink flower and toward her steamy, vulnerable eyes. They were so, so very dark, pooled with lust and desire for him. And that drove him mad with heat. His manhood felt like it was burning inside his underwear, the thin fabric melting under the dangerous temperature his lust was generating.
He grazed her swollen lips with a trembling finger and her breath hitched, almost stopping in her throat with a strangled gasp. He ran his thumb up her dripping crease, feeling her slick lips mold around it as he gave her a few experimental touches, and she bit her lip to keep herself from moaning loudly.
His thumb found her hidden clitoris, and that little touch of pressure rocked a spasm through her hips. Her knees locked around his shoulders, refusing to let him move. Her head soared upward and she had to clamp a hand down on to her mouth to keep her cries contained.
Lincoln dipped a finger along her crease once more, applying a little more pressure with each stroking pass he made… until he found a place where he sunk in a little more. When he looked up, he was in awe at how her shoulders were quivering, how her breasts were hitching as her body struggled to collect air, how tiny, muffled screams drifted through the clenched hand wrapped tightly around her mouth. His finger pushed against her walls and he saw a spasm wrack her torso, her breasts jiggling as her whole frame quaked beneath his hand.
Lynn was in an ethereal plane of torment and pleasure. Every nerve in her body was set ablaze, every inch of her skin begged to be touched, kissed, molded against her brother~ She was yearning to scream out his name to the very heavens. She felt ashamed at how soon her body was careening toward that blessed cliff of relief…
Lincoln tore his eyes away from her face and gazed upon her slick heat, watching as his finger slowly squirmed deeper into her sacred passage. Her quaking moans were an aphrodisiac to his body. He caught sight of that pink little cut on her core and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. He dipped his head down, lower and lower, until he felt little hairs tickle his nose.
He closed his eyes when his lungs sucked in a deep breath of her musky scent. His brain numbed and his spine twinged and his manhood throbbed against his zippered jeans painfully. His lips finally fell upon her slippery ridges, sweltering in heat. Her sudden scream that ripped through her fingers took him by surprise; as did the sudden squeeze her thighs made around his shoulders, clamping his head, his lips in place as infinite microquakes wracked her body into a squirming mess.
"Linc!" she cried out, her hand leaving her mouth to grip his hair and push him harder against her core. "Kiss me again! Please…!"
He obeyed his princess; his lips slithering overtop her hooded clitoris and his tongue darting out. His hot velvet pressed fully around her hidden nub of sexual tension and he felt her hips bounced off the tub, grinding into his face.
His hands circled to grip her butt, squeezing them and helping her grind against him; just to keep her from falling off into the water.
His tongue circled and flicked her hood before he laid his lips on it again and suckled. That seemed to do it; as every tendon in Lynn's body seized, and every nerve fired like a crackle of lightning in the sky. Her chest arched forward and her head fell back in a silent scream, tears trickling from her clenched eyes. Linc held her fast to him, letting her whimper and cry tearfully as shocks and spasms surged up and down her body; her ankles locked around his back and he could feel her toes curling into his shirt.
He took another deep whiff of her intoxicating smell and his mind swam in an ocean of attraction. He was addicted to his sister. Her essence. The taste of her slick wetness dripping from her lips. The sound of his name passing through her begging mouth. The soft warmth of her sensitive flesh beneath his fingers and lips and tongue.
He wanted more. He needed more!
His erection was quivering dangerously now, and he was honestly afraid he'd have another accident before he got to consummate these new emotions with his sister in the most intimate of ways.
Finally, her shivering ceased and her heavy panting began to recede to normality; and Lincoln looked up at her.
Her eyes were closed, her cheeks stained with tears, and a beautiful grin danced across her red cheeks.
He leaned forward and nuzzled his nose into her stomach, laying sweet kisses above her belly button. One hand drifted up to her lower back to rub along her spine; he could feel the occasional aftershock race up her back. His other hand drifted to her inner thigh, where his fingers and thumb rubbed soothingly along her tired muscles.
He looked up to her face, partially obscured by her rosy peaked breasts, and he saw her looking back at him with such a depth of emotion he felt the breath leave his body in a gasp.
She twirled a lock of his hair between two fingers and giggled. "I love you, Linc."
He felt himself blushing and he hid his cheeks in her soft, silky skin. "I-I love y-you, too, Lynn."
He felt her quake in his arms as he accidentally tickled her when he spoke. He finally pulled away from her belly when he felt her tug on his shirt. Leaning back, he saw her biting her lip and his penis throbbed against his jeans at the sight.
"I'm sorry about getting your shirt wet."
His heart melted when she pouted and looked at him with wide, slow-blinking eyes. He was more than just addicted; he was bonded. He'd never be able to look at someone else the same way he was looking at her right then; he'd never desire for someone to look at him with the same passion and affection the same way Lynn was doing so right then, either.
"It's fine, Lynn. I'll just get a new one."
She tilted her head, her wet hair falling off her shoulder in a clumpy mess. The sight was terribly arousing for Linc.
"You could wear one of my shirts~?" she grinned softly, her eyes dancing with hopefulness.
He blinked and then grinned back. "You just want me wearing your clothes; having your scent follow me around everywhere I go, don't you?"
She leaned toward him, her breasts hanging limply between them, still dripping with soapy water. Her fingers played with the hem of his shirt. "I want everyone to know whom you belong to, Lincy~"
He shivered when her fingers grazed his chest as they lifted his orange shirt from his body.
Her eyes were pooling with desire once again, growing darker with every inch of bare flesh which her eyes greedily drank in. "When they smell my scent on your clothes and your body…"
The shirt popped over his head and she put her nails on his collarbone, raking them gently down the plane of his torso. His breath hitching only spurred her on; the button of his jeans within her steely gaze.
"They'll know you're mine~"
Lincoln gasped when she flicked his button open. He closed his eyes and hissed as she pulled his zipper down, her fingernails grazing along the whole length of him and catching on the crown of his head with a tug.
Lynn dipped her fingers in his briefs and slid them down his thin hips, pushing them along with his jeans all the way down to his knees.
When she looked up, her heart skipped a beat. His erection was only a foot in front of her eyes. She could see him twitching and growing and leaking. His pre-cum was slowly running down that thick, strong cord of flesh on the underside and her eyes stared unblinkingly in wonder. She felt an insane desire to run her tongue up that cord, from the base to his quivering tip, and taste him the same way he'd tasted her.
She looked into his eyes… his half-lidded eyes that blinked lazily and were hazed over. His cheeks were flushed and his body was swaying, airy and light. He was drunk on her, she realized.
And she also realized that she was drunk on him.
"Come to me, my prince~"
She settled herself back in the tub, feeling the cooling water slosh around her fevered skin.
He nearly tripped in his hurry to remove his clothes. Flinging them away with impatient toes, he stepped into the water.
Lynn was resting against her elbows, her thighs parted wide and invitingly. Her eyes were heavy and lidded, and they kept looking back from his leaking member to his own vulnerable orbs.
"Show me what you do when you get this excited, Lincy~"
He nodded blankly, bumping his thighs against hers, spreading her farther apart. He looked down at his hardness… her pink, swollen lips just inches below his very tip. And he gulped down dry air. A shaky hand gripped his rod and he gave himself a tentative stroke. A sudden spike of agonizing pleasure exploded in his stomach and he jerked forward, bumping into her legs again.
Lynn's breasts bounced when he pushed against her, and she could feel her lust returning swiftly. Her core was still leaking, her essence dripping into the bathwater. She could see his throbbing length pulsing; she could feel his cum dripping onto her quivering lower lips and her back shivered.
It was so hot against her core, splattering against her wetness and mixing with her own lubrication.
She looked back to his eyes, but he had them clenched tightly. His mouth open and panting. His hand working deep, long thrusts along his length.
Her heart was prancing wildly, beating violently against her chest. She was feeling her arousal swiftly approach climax already and all it was taking was his deep grunts, the searing heat of his essence spilling onto her sex, and his muscular legs wedging between hers with every involuntary jerk of his body.
"Linc?"
His eyes opened, so dark and lusty… just like her own.
"Y-y-yeah...!?"
She somehow managed a sideways grin even though she had precious little control over her body's actions.
"What do you spill yourself into?"
He blinked hazily, his hand slowing a little as he forced a little bit of blood back into his numb brain.
"A-a-a sock o-or napkin…"
Her spine tingled as she put all of her weight onto one elbow; freeing her other hand to slide across her belly.
Not looking away from his eyes, she dipped two fingers into her weeping core and spread her lips far apart.
"Why don't you use me instead?"
He gulped, his brain promptly losing all blood as his hand began working furiously once again.
She moaned and thrusted her hips closer towards his sex. He was dripping on her more often now, leaving her hotter and wetter than before. She bit a lip and knitted her brows in a begging pout.
"Please, Linc… I need you… y-your sperm inside me…"
In one thrust, her sex kissed his very tip, smearing his cum all over her core and a cry broke free from her panting mouth.
"I'll be your sock, little brother. Anytime you want me, anytime you need me… my body is always yours~"
His was hitching, bowing towards her; her sex was kissing his with every thrust now.
She saw him begin to swell; heard his breath leave his body. And she pressed her hips into his, forcing just his very tip between her parted lips. She could feel his member quivering uncontrollably, and she placed her fingers on his sex to keep his tip buried in her burning heat.
Linc's head fell back and he cried out her name as he felt his essence boiling up from his deepest place.
Lynn closed her eyes in unashamed bliss when she felt him gush into her vagina, spurting his incestual cum against her walls. She felt him jerk against her, forcing another inch inside her, and another wave of sperm crashed against her unprotected opening in the very back. She rose her hips just a little to meet his third jerking spasm and she cried out when another burst of searing heat slammed against the very back of her sex. It was pooling deep within her and she could feel it overflowing her core, dripping out, and she panicked.
With a sudden motion, she pressed her hips flush against his as his entire length sank deep within her, forcing his sperm into her cervix. His heat settled into her womb. His length left her feeling fuller than her own fingers had ever made her feel. He was still twitching and pulsing and alive deep inside her body. She felt another weak twinge, and she whimpered when one last glob of cum spilled into her womb from the very tip of her brother's rod. Her back shivered just knowing all of her brother's life-giving gift was buried inside her, unable to escape with him plugging her up.
Finally, she opened her eyes, and Lincoln opened his.
They stared at each other, their hearts beating as one, their sexes clinging to each other, their blood racing together as a single being.
Lynn leaned forward at the same time Lincoln leaned down, and their lips fluttered against each other. It was chaste. It was warm. It was like a cushiony hug.
They spoke their love and desire for each other through that simple little kiss as their throbbing sexes slowly cooled and their bodies slowly returned to their normal states.
When Linc's penis slipped free from her tight grasp, she was pleased to see nothing came out.
She took his hand in hers and laid it on her stomach.
"Can you feel your warmth inside of me?"
His hand trembled at the heat roiling off her body. Whether it was from his own cum or her body's natural oven, he had no clue. He nodded his head anyway.
"It's just a little perverted, cumming inside your own sister, trying to make her pregnant with your own child…"
He blinked but did nothing more as her hazy eyes looked at him with love and sincerity.
She kissed his lips again, just resting them lazily against his own as their intermingling breaths slowly settled back to normal.
She ran a hand along his cheek, along the face of her lover, her soulmate. And she smiled.
Closing her eyes, she rested her forehead against his own, her voice heavy with emotion and longing…
"…but I'd love nothing more because I love you, Lincy."
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