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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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After Lincoln left, Leni ducked into the bathroom and took a long, hot shower, letting the hot water cascade over her body. She hummed as she lathered up. She was happier than she had ever been in her life. When the door creaked opened (like she figured it would), she pulled the curtain aside just enough to see her sisters crowded around. “Well?” Lori asked.

“Well what?” Leni asked, closing the curtain and returning to her shower.

“How was it?”

“Hmmmm. I don’t think it’s polite to kiss and tell.”

“I’m sure you did more than just kiss,” Lori said playfully, swatting the curtain. Leni hummed and washed the soap off her arms, the sensation of the loofa against her skin sending a little shiver down her spine. She suddenly wished Lincoln was here. She could clean him and he could clean her; her back was hard to reach, but he would have no problem as he slowly moved lower, lower, lower...

“We watched a movie,” Leni said innocently.

“Oh?”

“Well...” Leni said, smiling, “a movie was on but we didn’t pay much attention to it...”

“Did he like it?” That was Lynn. She sounded nervous, and Leni’s heart went out to her. Poor, poor Lynn. She really needed to stop worrying.

“I assume he did,” she replied, “I know I did.”

“Our baby brother’s a regular lady killer,” Lori said and sat on the closed toilet lid. She couldn’t lie, she’d thought of him often since their encounter the previous week. She tried not to because she genuinely loved Bobby and wanted to be with him, but at the same time, when she was alone under the covers at night, she could feel the phantoms of Lincoln’s hands rubbing slowly up and down her body, and it made her shiver with delight. A few times, she had to fight the urge to go to him. It wasn’t easy.

“You can say that again,” Luan said dreamily and turned to Lynn. “You and Luna need to hurry up and get it over with so I can fuck him again.”

Luna uttered shocked laughter. “Listen to you. Total nympho.”

“Oh, Luna,” Leni said from the shower, “you have no idea what you’re in for. You’ll want more Lincy too when you’re done.”

“Alright,” Lori said, looking at Lynn and Luna, “who wants to become a total nympho next?”

“Me,” Lynn said, a little too quickly. She swallowed. “I want to.”

“You sure?” Lori asked.

Lynn nodded definitely. She was done pussyfooting around. She would give herself entirely to Lincoln, or at least try.

And she knew exactly how she was going to do it.

“When?” Lori asked.

“Tonight,” Lynn said.

“So soon?” Lori asked.

“Yeah,” Lynn said, and took a deep breath. “I don’t want to put it off anymore.” She hoped he would have her. She hoped so dearly that her chest ached; envisioning herself with him, their naked bodies tangled and covered in sweat, sent a ripple rolling through her stomach and loins. The scene was so vivid, so insistent, that it made her catch her breath. Last night, it kept her awake into the small hours, her flesh burning and her crotch tingling.

“Alright,” Lori said, “he’s young, he can go again.”

“Lincy has plenty of love,” Leni said as she scrubbed between her legs. “I mean, loads of love.”

“Good one, Leni,” Luan said.

“Good what?” Leni asked, a knowing hilt to her voice.

After the sisters’ meeting broke, Lynn went to her room and sat on her bed, drawing her knees to her chest and heaving a timid sigh. She should have sucked it up and gone before Leni; her older sister was a hard act to follow, with her grace, beauty, and tenderness. Compared to her, Lynn was a pile of hot garbage rotting in the summer sun...and feeling that way scared her, because as far back as she could remember, she had never thought of herself in such negative terms. She was Lynn Loud, damn it. She excelled at every sport she designed to pick up. Baseball. Football. Basketball. Hockey. Boxing. Roller derby. Tennis. Even ping pong. Her motto was I got this. Now she didn’t and it was a strange, floundering feeling, like drowning. She tried to take a deep breath, but her lungs refused to expand.

Win or lose, come hell or high water, she was going to go to Lincoln tonight. Best way to do it is plunge right in. See what happens. She doubted he would turn her away, but there was the slightest possibility that he would, and Lynn didn’t like those odds...not when it came to Lincoln, whom she loved fiercely. Though she never gave it much thought before, she realized now that out of all her siblings, Lincoln was the one she shared the most in common with, even though they were completely different (how that worked, she didn’t know; she didn’t think it, she felt it), and he was the one to always sacrifice his time for her. Day after day, week after week, month after month, he went above and beyond the call of duty as a brother, and the sad part was, she never really saw it. She, and her other sisters, took him for granted. They had something special, precious, and unique, and they didn’t even know it. No wonder he felt so bad.

But that was the past. Today marked the beginning of a brand new future. She would show him her love and her appreciation in the deepest and most profound way she could. Maybe it wasn’t much, but it’s what she had, and she would give it to him willingly and with love.

A knock came at the door, and she looked up just as Lori slipped in. “Hey,” her older sister said. She came over to the bed and sat down, her hand fluttering to Lynn’s bare leg. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“What about?”

Lori sighed. “I know you’re nervous, Lynn. I can see it in your eyes.” She touched her younger sister’s face. Lynn’s eyes shimmered with anxiety, her mouth a tight slash.

“Yeah,” she said lowly, then looked away.

“Don’t be,” Lori said. “Lincoln loves you. We...we aren’t doing this to get off, Lynn. We’re not doing it for us, we’re doing it for Lincoln, because this is what he needs. This is what he wants. He wants you. He wants to be close to you. He wants...he wants a spiritual connection with you.”

Lynn, still looking away, nodded. “The next we had sex, do you know what he told me? Before?”

“What?”

“He told me he’d been having sex thoughts about you.”

Lynn looked up at her.

“He said your name specifically. He wants this, Lynn, and I assume you want it too.”

Lynn nodded. “I do.”

Lori smiled at her and stroked her cheek. “Then what’s there to be so wound up about?”

Swallowing, Lynn shook her head. “Nothing, I guess.”

“You’re beautiful, Lynn,” Lori said. “Even if you don’t know it.”

“I don’t feel beautiful. Not like Leni.”

“You don’t have to look like Leni to be beautiful. You don’t have to look like me or Luan or anyone else. You’re beautiful the way you are, inside and out.”

Lynn couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Lori,” she said.

“Any time,” Lori replied, taking her sister in her arms. “I love you,”

“I love you too.”

After Lori left, Lynn felt much better. So much better, in fact, that for the first time in days, she felt like going outside and doing something.

That something wound up being basketball. She played alone, challenging herself to make twenty-five baskets in a row. It wasn’t an impossible feat (she’d done it before), but it was difficult. The first time around she made it to eleven before the ball bounced off the backboard and missed. The second, she made it to eighteen. The afternoon sun rode across the sky as she tried to meet her target, the world shrinking until there was nothing but the ball and the hoop. Her father came home, then her mother, both greeting her, both getting the same absent “Hey” in return. Lynn was not aware of their presence, not aware that she had even spoken to them. She was aware only of what she wanted, and right now, she wanted to make twenty-five baskets in a row.

She made ten one go, twenty the next, and twenty-three afterwards. Her heart was pounding, sweat trickled down her brow and the small of her back, a bead making it all the way to the cleft of her buttocks. Twenty-two, twenty-three...she was close, almost, two more...twenty-four...yes, last one, don’t screw it up, don’t choke...twenty-five. Triumph welled within her, and she threw a fist at the air, yelling out in victory. I am the master!

If only she felt as confidant about Lincoln.

She sighed. Nope. Not going there again.

She thought back to what Lori said earlier. He wants this, Lynn. She said he had sex thoughts. About her. She blushed, a quiver running through her sex. Was she telling the truth? Did he really think about her like that?

At dinner, Lynn watched her younger brother. He looked happier, his eyes less troubled and his lips more inclined to smile. He caught her once, and she looked away, her face turning red. She caught him smiling from the corner of her eye, and her heartbeat sped up. “Hey, Linc,” she said with a dry mouth, “could you pass the salt?”

“Sure,” he said. He picked up the salt shaker and handed it across the table. She drew a deep breath and took his from him, rubbing her fingers along the back of his hand. Tracing his knuckles. Her face was on fire, and his turned red too, but his smile never faltered.

Later, Lynn thought, later.

Lincoln Loud was reading a comic book, his mind faraway, when the door opened. It was pushing midnight and he had tried and failed to sleep: Every time he closed his eyes, she saw Leni’s sweet face, her big eyes, her soft lips, the way her hair spilled over her shoulders. He remembered holding hands with her as they came together, and a tiny grin touched his lips.

When the door opened and closed, he looked up from his comic, hoping it was Leni. It wasn’t. It was Lynn, her ponytail swaying from side-to-side. A blush touched her freckled face, and her eyes were pooled with uncertainty. “Lynn?” he asked, sitting up.

Not speaking, Lynn pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Lincoln’s eyes instantly went to her small breasts, budding mounds topped with dark patches. There was a mole on one of them. Not a mole, a beauty mark. Her stomach was taunt and flat. Her hips were straight, without curve.

She hooked her thumbs into her shorts and pulled them down, letting them drop to her ankles. Lincoln leaned forward as her smooth sex was revealed. Her legs were toned and muscular, the skin freckled much like her face. Lincoln unconciosuly ran the tip of his tongue over his upper lip, his penis beginning to stir.

Lynn stood there, her arms crossed nervously over her stomach. Her knees knocked together. Lincoln looked up into her soft brown eyes, sensing her distress. She took a deep breath and said, “Lincoln...I know I’m not beautiful. I’ve never really wanted to be beautiful. Until...until now.” She looked away from him. “This...this isn’t easy for me,” she sighed and looked at him. “I feel naked. And not just naked, but...like I’m totally at your mercy, like I’m not in control. I love you, Lincoln. I surrender myself to you.”

She hoped she didn’t sound like a fumbling idiot. She worked very hard to come up with that, though it didn’t even begin to touch on the thoughts and emotions swirling through her. She was Lynn Loud. She took the bull by the horns, didn’t beat around the bush, and never, never, surrendered control to someone else.

Until now.

For a horrible moment, Lincoln stayed where he was, and Lynn was afraid he’d tell her to leave. Instead, he got up and came to her, her heart beating quicker with every step her took. She quivered, trembled.

When he was so close so could reach out and kiss him with the slightest bend of the back, he smiled and cupped the side of her face in his hand, his eyes staring deep into hers, penetrating her soul. The warm feeling of his palm against her flesh made her knees weak.

“Lynn...” he said, stroking her cheek and searching her innermost being with his eyes, “you’re beautiful.”

He leaned in, his nose grazing the side of hers, and kissed her, his tongue skipping over her teeth and brushing lightly against hers. She shuddered, and put her arms around his neck, returning the kiss. His hands were on both of her cheeks now, now sliding down her slender throat, the flesh tensing under his touch. Her knees buckled, and she fell into him.

When he broke the kiss, she fought to catch her breath; her heart was running too fast to even consider going after.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you,” she said in a cross between a moan and a whisper. He took her head and led her over to the bed, where he sat. She sat next to him, and he kissed her again, gently pushing her back onto the covers. He mounted her, and ran his hands along her shoulder, her arms, her body thrilling at the sensation. Then he grabbed her wrists and slammed them against the bed. He smiled down at her devilishly. She gaped up at him.

“Wanna wrestle?” he asked.

She grinned. “You’re on.”

She pushed back against him, spinning her arms, breaking his grip, and rolling him in one fluid motion. Now she was on top, straddling his chest. His shirt had ridden up, and her bare flower rested against bare flesh, the feeling bringing a sigh to her lips. She grabbed his wrists, pinned them, and kissed him roughly, jamming her tongue into his mouth. He tried to wheel his arms the way she had, even as he attacked her tongue with his, but she was too strong. Instead, he wrapped his legs around her hips and together they rolled, the kiss never breaking. She was on the bottom again, her hands still clamped around his wrists. The rough fabric of his jeans rubbed between her legs, and she was starting to lose herself to passion.

Breaking free, Lincoln sat up and pulled his shirt off. Lynn smiled. His chest and arms weren’t as pathetic and limp as they once were, and she told him as much. “My arms...well...I did a lot of jerking off to you.”

She laughed. “Yeah?”

“A lot.” He slipped out of his pants, and slid down so that he was at eye-level with her stomach. The heat and dank smell of her assailed him like an overpowering though pleasant perfume. He looked up at her, and kissed her stomach. “I would get so worked up.” He kissed, lower, and Lynn sighed. “Because you’re so beautiful.”

He kissed the top of her public mound, getting closer to her garden, so close. “And I wanted you.”

When she felt the tip of his tongue, she gasped, a bolt of sensation spiking her brain. She grabbed the sheets and bucked her hips.

“And you taste so good...”

He licked her center again, and she went dizzy. It felt so good it hurt. She squeezed her thighs against the sides of his head and grinded against his face. She never knew...she never knew it was possible to feel so good.

What would being penetrated feel like?

“Lincoln...” she sighed. “Fuck me.”

She opened her legs, releasing him. He crawled on top of her and grinned down at her. “You want me to?”

She nodded.

“Say please.”

“Please...jerk.”

He held himself up with one arm and pushed his tip against her. With his free hand, he cupped her breast and squeezed, and she moaned as a ripple of pleasure went through her stomach. She started to ask him to do it but her words turned to a small cry when he speared her, his aching member roughly pushing past her lips and filling her. Her eyes flew open, and she dug her nails into Lincoln’s back. He pulled slightly back, but she wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him closer. He pulled back, and slammed into her. Stars expolided across her field of vision. She raked her nails down his flesh. He hissed and rammed forward again, again.

An idea occurred to her, and she pushed him off. She got on her knees and grinned at him. Both of them were flushed with desire, both panting with lust. Her eyes sparkling, she said, “Do it from behind.”

With that, she turned around and bent over, her knees and elbows digging into the mattress. Lincoln’s breath caught at the beautiful sight of his sister’s pink hole, and the wet, glistening thing beneath it. Grinning, he grabbed her by the hips, got onto his knees, and entered her. She let out a moan, and so did he: It was so much tighter, her walls caressing him more deeply, more urgently.

Lynn closed her eyes and bit the cover as he made love to her. She could feel her climax deep in her stomach, but fought against it. She didn’t want this to end. She didn’t want it to ever, ever, ever end.

She swallowed and gritted her teeth, struggling to keep it down, but she was losing, and when she finally gave up, a wave of pleasure swept her off of the bed, out of the world, and to a place that might have been Heaven. She felt her brother shoot deep into her womb, and the feeling of his essence filling her, spreading through her body, knocked her even further into the void. She spasmed and collapsed against the bed, grabbing the covers and holding on for dear life. Lincoln lay spent on her back, kissing her neck and her shoulders. Lynn, for her part, smiled and straddled the line between consciousness and unconsciousness, her body used, sore, and tired.

“I love you, Lynn,” Lincoln said.

“I love you too,” Lynn muttered. “Stud.”
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