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Enter the Sandboy	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 53409 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 4: Literally Nothing Happened
It was Thursday night, and Lincoln was once again exhausted from a full day of forcible sports participation. The school groundskeeper had demanded that the camp keep the kids off the field for a few days to give the grass at least a ghost of a chance of growing back, so today they had stuck to sports that could be played on pavement. Some of these were normal, like kickball, but some were just weird. Who’d ever heard of four square, or pickleball? Lincoln could swear the counselors were just making these games up on the fly.
But that didn’t make them any less grueling than the field sports. Like so many other inhabitants of Royal Woods, Lincoln found himself praying for rain. If only because that way, there might be a tiny possibility of the campers getting to spend a blessed ninety minutes sitting in the middle school auditorium, watching some low-budget children’s movie.
“At least we can still throw the ball around on our own lawn,” Lynn said at the dinner table.
“I literally have no idea how our grass is still alive,” Lori added.
“Guess we lucked out somehow,” said Lana. “Maybe it’s the shade from that big tree out front that Mr. Grouse is always telling us to trim.”
“Well,” their mother said, “your father did plant all of that perennial ryegrass back in the spring after the weevils killed our old lawn.”
“They’re called weevils because they’re wee and evil,” Luan said through her dummy, Mr. Coconuts.
“Luann, what did I tell you?” their mother said. “No ventriloquism at the table.”
Lincoln barely had enough energy to lift a forkful of mashed potatoes to his mouth, let alone participate in his family’s usual rapid-fire dinner conversation. But later that evening, as he again brushed his teeth in glum silence, Lincoln still managed to summon enough mental wherewithal to do one thing: Looking himself in the eye in the mirror, he swore that regardless of their reasons, none of his little sisters would be sleeping in his room tonight. Hard as it might be to turn them away, there was no way he was going to let what had happened for the last three nights happen again. Even if his little sisters wanted to do…stuff, with him, he was the big brother, and he was going to have to put his foot down, for their sake.
***
Just after midnight, Lincoln was again awakened by the creaking of his bedroom door. Lincoln had thought of exactly what he would say when whichever little sister it was appeared, after which he would forward the sister in question to Mom and Dad’s room. But when the visitor spoke, hers was about the last voice he’d expected to hear.
“Lincoln? Are you awake?”
“Lori?” Lincoln said, sitting up in bed.
“Uh-huh.”
“What…Did you have a nightmare?”
“Of course not,” Lori said haughtily, but Lincoln could hear tremor in her voice. “Children have nightmares. I had…an unpleasant dream. Which I came to…talk to you about, because talking about it is the adult way to handle it.”
So she was scared and in denial about it. Pretty typical for Lori. How was he supposed to help her with a problem she wouldn’t even admit having?
Clyde is good at talking to people about stuff like this, Lincoln thought. How would he handle this situation?
Lincoln’s first thought was that if Lori were to appear in Clyde’s bedroom in the middle of the night, Clyde would probably wind up in the hospital, getting a transfusion to replace all the blood he’d lost through his nose. So Lincoln tried to think of what Clyde would do if it were anyone other than Lori.
“So, um,” Lincoln began, moving over to make room for Lori on the bed, “tell me about your, uh, unpleasant dream.”
Lincoln had only expected Lori to sit down on the bed, so he was a little surprised when she instead lay down on her back next to him and seized his wrist. Clearly, this dream had really gotten to her.
“Oh, wait,” Lincoln said, holding up a finger.
With his free hand, he reached up, got his stuffed rabbit down from his shelf, and held him out to Lori.
“Would you hold Bun-Bun for me? I want to, you know, have him handy in case I get scared from hearing about your dream.”
Grabbing the stuffed animal and clutching it to her chest, Lori replied, “Sure, I’ll hold onto him—it—for you.”
“Thanks,” Lincoln said. “So, what happened in your dream?”
“So I was playing in the Royal Woods Invitational,” Lori began. “I was tied for the lead, and I was setting up my tee shot on the eighteenth hole. But right as I took my swing, my stupid caddy dumped my entire bag of clubs onto the cart path! It was like I could hear each club clanging against the pavement, and the noise distracted me so much that I completely messed up my swing and shanked the ball into the parking lot. And it broke the window of the head referee’s car!
“The whole crowd started booing me. And then the referees grabbed my clubs and started chasing me with them, and everyone else was laughing at me while I ran away, and…it was really awful. It was like…I was scared and humiliated at the same time, and…”
Her voice trailed off.
“That definitely sounds, um, unpleasant,” Lincoln said.
“It was.”
Lincoln felt Lori’s grip on his wrist loosen up just a little. Merely acknowledging that her dream was scary seemed to have fractionally alleviated her anxiety.
Under other circumstances, he would have invited Lori to stay. But after the events of the previous three nights, he knew that would be asking for trouble. If he ended up doing the kind of stuff to Lori that he’d done in his sleep with the younger girls, he doubted she would be anywhere near as okay with it. In fact, he’d probably be in for a beating.
But before he could think of a way to tactfully suggest that Lori go back to her room, she said, “Can I stay here for a little while? It would be, um, therapeutic.”
Now he was stuck. But at least she was just holding his wrist and wasn’t snuggled up to him. Maybe that would be enough to keep him from doing…whatever it was. And maybe she would leave before he actually fell asleep. Also, Lori was the oldest and the most responsible of the Loud children, and she had a very serious, if long-distance, boyfriend. She would never even consider participating in any of Lincoln’s somnambulistic shenanigans. Worst case, he’d put a hand on her in his sleep, and she’d elbow him sharply in the ribs and storm out.
Is it weird that I find that comforting? Lincoln thought.
Thus assured, Lincoln felt his weary eyelids grow heavy, and soon, they closed on their own.
***
The party was in full swing downstairs, but Lincoln was only barely aware of the music and chatter that filtered through the closed guest-room door. He was much more aware of the fact that he was dancing very, very closely with both Girl Jordan and Ronnie Anne. Girl Jordan was behind him, her entire front pressed against his back, and Ronnie Anne was in front of him, with one of his thighs between her two, grinding against him to the beat of the muffled music.
“C’mon, Lincoln,” Ronnie Anne said. “Let’s go over to the bed and have some fun.”
“Mmm, I wanna watch,” Girl Jordan purred lustily.
“Look,” Lincoln replied anxiously, “fool me once, shame on you, but fool me, um”—he counted on his fingers—“four times, shame on me.”
“Oh, Linc, who’s fooling who?” Ronnie Anne replied.
Girl Jordan pushed Lincoln from behind as Ronnie Anne pulled from the front, so that Ronnie Anne fell back onto the bed with Lincoln on top of her. And suddenly, somehow, Lincoln was buck naked, and so was Ronnie Anne, her skin hot against his.
“I want it all, Lincoln,” she breathed in his ear. “Put it inside me. You know you want to.”
“Of course he does,” Girl Jordan said from behind him. “Our Lincoln can’t resist a girl who’s hot for him, no matter who she is.” Then she glanced at Ronnie Anne. “No offense.”
“None taken,” Ronnie Anne replied. It was obvious that Girl Jordan hadn’t been talking about her. Besides, Ronnie Anne was clearly less focused on the conversation than on wriggling beneath Lincoln until his hips were firmly planted between her thighs.
Ronnie Anne’s breath was warm in his ear, and her scent was intoxicating. Her body, soft and eager, was spread out beneath him, and on his groin he felt the wet heat of her sex. His will to resist flickered out like a birthday candle in a hurricane.
“Yes,” Lincoln moaned, surrendering, and pushed his painfully hard cock into her.
“Yesssss,” Ronnie Anne moaned back.
He began to thrust into her, slowly, savoring the indescribably sweet sensation of her tight heat around him. Ronnie Anne wrapped her arms and legs around him and moved her hips against his, increasing her pleasure and his.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “More, more, more…”
But the girl beneath him didn’t sound like Ronnie Anne anymore. And when he opened his eyes to look at her face-
There was no face. His own face was between a pair of small, firm breasts that were swollen taut with arousal, the erect nipples pointing straight up at the ceiling. And when Lincoln raised his head, his eyes traveled up over a pair of narrow shoulders and along a slender neck until they arrived at the face of his eldest sister.
He wasn’t just rubbing against her, like he had with the others. He was inside her. He was having sex with her. Having sex with Lori.
Even with these frightening revelations blasting through Lincoln’s head like lightning strikes, Lincoln couldn’t fully stop himself from thrusting into his big sister. Her entrance gripped him with such sweet tightness that the most he could make himself do was slow down.
Lori lifted her head and looked into Lincoln’s open eyes. She must have seen the alarm and confusion in them.
“Don’t…stop,” she demanded, her voice ferally husky. “Do…Not…Stop.”
She was wide awake. And not only did she clearly want this, she was demanding it.
Now, nothing within Lincoln—not reason, not his sense of right and wrong, not even his fear of being caught and punished for committing incest—could resist the sheer force of his lust any more than a sugar cookie could resist a sledgehammer. It all shattered to atoms, and then Lincoln was thrusting into Lori as vigorously as she was fucking her hips against his.
“I can’t stop,” Lincoln panted.
“Then fuck me,” Lori growled.
He pounded her, hard and fast and deep. Lori gripped him with her strong arms and her smooth, powerful thighs, urging him on, a jockey pushing her horse to its limit, using every muscle, every erg of energy, every last ounce of her will to drive him that much harder toward the finish line.
“Yes,” she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck me, fuck me, don’t stop, harder, harder, fuck me, I need it, I need it, oh God, oh God, oh God oh God oh GODDDD!”
Lori shut her mouth in an effort to contain her orgasmic scream, and then she pulled Lincoln’s head down hard between her breasts, which muffled Lincoln’s own scream of unprecedented, unparalleled ecstasy as he shot and shot and shot his seed deep into his sister’s spasming body.
When it was over, and Lincoln was gasping for breath beside Lori, his stunned brain tried to untangle the implications of what he had just done. But physical exhaustion quickly overwhelmed him, and in moments, he and Lori were fast asleep, side by side.
***
When the alarm went off, Lincoln awoke by himself. Before his brain was even fully awake, thoughts of what had happened the night before descended on him like famished vultures on a fresh deer carcass.
He had to face it: Deep down, on some level, he’d known from the moment Lori came into his room what was going to happen. Not merely a sensual act, like the previous ones, but full-on intercourse. Maybe some part of his subconscious mind had restrained him from going all the way with his preadolescent sisters, but with seventeen-year-old Lori, it had no qualms about plunging right in. As it were.
There were so many reasons to feel bad about this that he didn’t even know where to start. He’d committed the most extreme form of incest. He’d betrayed Bobby. Clyde, too, in a way. And what would Lincoln say years from now when some guy friend asked him how he’d lost his virginity?
And then there was a question that bordered on the unthinkable: Was Lori on any kind of birth control?
Just then, a showered, fully dressed Lori came into Lincoln’s room and shut the door behind her. She stood directly in front of it, as if to ensure that Lincoln wouldn’t leave until she had said her piece.
“Two things,” she said, raising her index and middle fingers. “First, I have a birth control implant under my arm. And so do Leni, Luna, Luan, and Lynn. Just in case.”
“Oh, wow,” Lincoln exhaled. “You have no idea how relieved-”
“And second,” Lori cut in, “nothing happened. Nothing. Get it?”
Lincoln stared at her for a moment as he tried to make words come out of his mouth. And then they came out like water from a firehose.
“Uh, right! Nothing happened at all!” he blathered. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about. Who are you, again?”
Wordlessly, Lori turned and walked out of the room. Lincoln let out the longest sigh of his life.
But his relief lasted only a moment. Because as he got one last look at Lori’s body from behind before she shut the door, Lincoln realized that what he wanted most in all the world was to have sex with her again.
His face fell into his hands.
“What am I gonna do?”
Coming soon—Chapter 5: The Soft Sciences
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