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Deviant Desires	By : Flagg1991 Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 8519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Luna was mad.

Sam couldn't say she was surprised. She knew, in the back of her mind, that once she and Luna were alone in bed, Luna would have something to say. That was kind of her MO. She'd brood for a while, get quiet, look thoughtful, then, after taking in every thought and processing it through the databank of her brain, she'd react. All afternoon at work, Sam dreamed up a contingency for every possible scenario, from anger to confession. She seriously doubted Luna would come clean about her feelings for Lincoln, but hey, maybe.

The front office at the radio station closed at nine, an hour before Luna got off, and after closing up, Sam walked through the warm May night with her hands in the pockets of her denim jacket. As she made her way through the maze-like warrens of the ghetto, unafraid even though she was a 110 pound white girl, she plotted. At home, she slipped her key into the lock, twisted the knob, and went inside. Lincoln sat on the couch with a bowl of icecream in his lap. He looked up and for the briefest of seconds seemed to tense, as though he'd been caught doing something wrong. Sam came to a halt and gaped. "Dude, really? My Yögen Frau?"

Lincoln froze. "...Luna said I could eat it."

"That's mine, though. Did she say 'eat Sam's Rocky Road'?"

Lincoln's eyes darted left and right as if seeking some means of escape, and Sam smirked. He was kind of cute when he was scared. "I'm messing with you," she said. She kicked the door shut behind her, crossed the living room, and sat next to him. Lincoln relaxed a little and tentatively scooped up a bit of the decadent chocolate, as though hesitant she might change her mind, his arm flexing when he worked the spoon. Normally, masculinity didn't turn Sam on, but Lincoln's did. Her fantasy had come to hinge on his being a boy and Luna a girl - brother and sister - and for the moment, at least, she could appreciate his manliness.

Not that there was much of it. He certainly wasn't the manliest man in man town. His features were soft and delicate, his skin nearly translucent. His slight overbite and cowlick had always reminded her of a rabbit, and his lank frame bespoke physical weakness.

Come to think of it, he was exactly the type of guy Sam had always gone for. Huh. She'd never looked at him that way, but now that she saw it, she was a little surprised she'd never noticed it before. Of course, she'd always just known him as her girlfriend's little brother and nothing more - he was there, but in the background, hazy and unfocused. She was with Luna and Luna only, and didn't make a habit of checking out guys (or girls, for that matter).

That was then, though, and this was now. If she had permission from his sister, she'd jump him immediately. Have the required hall pass, however, she did not. Frown. Oh well, it wouldn't be satisfying anyway. Not without first watching him sheath himself in his sister's bubbling loins.

Come what may with Luna, she was already mulling it over, focused on it, thinking about it, giving the seeds the water and sunlight they needed to blossom. Lincoln, on the other hand, she understood still needed a little push.

And she knew just how to give it to him.

Now a bit more confident that his sister's girlfriend wasn't going to take back what was rightfully hers, Lincoln chiseled himself off another chunk of icecream (it'd hardened a bit from being at the back of the freezer), staring at the TV, where a giant letter D stomped a potato chip with bat wings into the ground. CARTOON WRESTLING ASSOCIATION flashed across the screen. Sam scooted a little closer and half turned to face him. "I am kind of hungry, though," she said.

"Can I have a bite?"

"Of course!" He answered quickly, still feeling a bit guilty, "I'll go get another spoon." But before he could stand up, the blonde placed her hand on his shoulder.

"Just use yours." She declared simply, "I've got dish duty this week, so the less stuff in the sink the better."

Lincoln almost recoiled, stunned at the suggestion.

"What's the matter?" Sam asked, instantly noting his apprehension, "You afraid I got cooties?" She arched an eyebrow, as though unimpressed. Secretly she relished watching how he suddenly squirmed. Luna's little brother just made messing with him way too fun.

"N-no! It's just..." Lincoln's stared at her, unsure what to say. He had figured anyone that lived with a hard rocker like his sister wouldn't be the prissy type, but wasn't this a bit much?
"Come on, quit holding out on me." She chided, swatting his leg. She noted, with no small amount of gratification, how the boy tensed up when her hand rested on it. Good.

After a long moment of inner conflict Lincoln finally sighed, reminding himself that he was a guest in her home, before moving to hand her the spoon.

"Just feed me." She said, waving it off.

Then he suddenly looked really uncomfortable. The way his forehead crinkled reminded her so much of Luna it was uncanny. "Feed you?" he asked.

By way of answering, she opened her mouth expectantly, trying not to laugh at his expression. Like his sister, he was cute when he was befuddled. He flicked his eyes down to the bowl and slowly shook his head as though he was still processing what he was being asked to do. Sam tried not to be offended. Was feeding a pretty girl really so much to ask? "Stop stalling," she said,
"I'm starving here." She slapped her hands on her knees, leaned forward, and tilted her head slightly back. Her hair brushed her ear and she tucked it behind before reassuming the position.
"Is there..." Lincoln shut his eyes for a moment, at last bringing himself to barely accept doing what she'd proposed, "...Anything you want? Marshmellows, pecans..." Lincoln asked the air.
His cheeks were red and his voice was hesitant.

"Whatever you want to give me," she purred. Her heart slammed against her breast and her center stirred at how far she was pushing her little game. A small part of her...or maybe not so small...kind of hoped he put his hands on her shoulders, laid her gently back, and gave her his virginity. Another, much bigger part hoped Luna came home, caught them, and joined in. She could guide his dick to Luna's opening and give him that one last nudge past the point of no return.

Or she could just take it for herself.

Instead of making love to her, he scooped up a lump of icecream that had gotten softer from his lap warming the bowl and held it out to her, the spoon shaking a bit in his hand. Sam bent forward, making sure to arch her back like a cat slinking toward its prey, and took it between her lips. Feeling bold, she locked eyes with Lincoln and slowly, teasingly, pulled back. Lincoln gaped at her, surprise written across his features, then looked quickly down. He'd kind of been expecting her to tell him she was kidding at the last second. Sam chewed up the harder bits of fudge, then swallowed. "Marshmellows, please.'

Lincoln took a moment to compose himself before digging the spoon into a more marshmellow-y part of the mass. Sam leaned over, rolled her eyes up to Lincoln's, and sensually licked the spoon clean. Lincoln watched, bewildered, and Sam let out an obscene moan. His face turned an even deeper shade of red, a haze seeming to come over his eyes, just at the edge of his nervousness.

He was getting turned on. She could smell it on him, a dank, wild scent that flipped switches in her brain she didn't even know were there. Her heart raced and her body sizzled with the naughty delight of doing something she knew she wasn't supposed to. She discreetly slipped her hands between her legs and squeezed her thighs together, the sensation knocking a gasp from her lips. Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned again. "S-sho good..." The girl gave her uneasy houseguest by way of explanation around the spoon. Some part of her understood she was taking her farce too far, but she didn't care.

Going into a sort of hindbrain autopilot, Lincoln limited himself to wordlessly scooping another ball of icecream. Sam practically pounced forward when he held the spoon out for her. The girl gave another low moan, her half-lidded eyes locking on to his again, and he almost jolted. As he began to pull it back, her hands flew up to hold his arm in place. Her strong, guitarist fingers curled tightly over his wrist like the talons of a predatory bird and the feeling made goosebumps surface on his skin. Lincoln watched as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked the spoon clean, only pulling away when every trace of the creamy treat on it had disappeared down her throat. She almost opened her mouth wide to show him what he'd deposited over her tongue was all gone, but settled for licking her lips and flashing him a knowing smirk. Lincoln's breath hitched and one of Sam's hands on his arm subtly fell away to begin creeping between his legs, but all at once she realized what she was about to do and drew away at the last moment.

That had been close. Time to stop.

She innocently cleared her throat, sitting up straight as though nothing had happened. Lincoln gawked at her like she'd sprouted an extra head, then snapped his mouth shut and uttered a broken chuckle. "G-Guess you were really hungry." He said, though the words were quiet and unsure, as though he was trying to convince himself more than anything.

Sam's eyes sidled over to his crotch of their own accord. The outline of his erection was unmistakable, and her core pinched. She took a deep, shivery breath and licked her lips again. They were dry. Why were they dry? "Now I'm thirsty," she whined, not sure if she was being suggestive or not.

"Y-You want a drink?" The boy asked, thinking to create some distance so he could clear his head a bit. She was close enough he could smell the shampoo on her hair and after her earlier display, the feminine, pleasing scent disordered his thoughts too much for comfort. This was his sister's girlfriend, he kept trying to remind himself, the repeated mantra providing a guilty, unpleasant edge to his lust that made him feel even worse when he remembered the sensation that had briefly come over him.

"I'll get it," she quickly answered, beating him to the punch.

She got up and went into the kitchen, where she grabbed a soda from the fridge and popped it open. Her knees quivered like jelly the moment she could hide them behind the counter and she was so wet she almost schlicked when her thighs rubbed together. The thu-thump of her heartbeat echoed through her head and when she twisted around to hide her face from Lincoln, her stiff nipples grazed the fabric of her shirt. She blew a puff of air that did little to relieve the pressure weighing down her chest and raked her fingers through her hair. She figured he'd get turned on, but she was absolutely not expecting to get turned on herself.

At least...not like that. She almost grabbed his junk, for Christ's sake, and once she felt its warm fullness underneath her hand, there'd be no going back.

She couldn't let that happen, though. This wasn't about her and Lincoln, this was about him and Luna.

In truth, the rocker couldn't really explain why she was being so daring. Why she was so hypnotized by the idea of Lincoln and Luna together to the point it pushed her to recklessness.
She'd always been driven in her goals, of course; it kind of came with the territory when you pursued a dream as demanding as being a professional musician. Still, she'd never let herself just lose control like that, even then. She was obsessing and she knew it. Honestly, it sort of felt like the discovery that Sam had stumbled on to was so heavy that just by knowing about it, it'd changed things. Changed her, even; she'd gone from someone that didn't even know she had an incest kink to now being fully committed, she realized, to making Luna and Lincoln Loud fuck. She was seeing the siblings in a whole new light, and suddenly every half-remembered interaction she'd ever seen them have from the time they were all kids had become fodder for countless filthy fantasies. God, if she'd known then...

She momentarily put those thoughts aside. Setting the can down on the counter, she went into the bedroom, kicked out of her shoes, and used the bathroom. Done, she got undressed and stood naked before the dresser, rummaging for something to wear before picking an oversized T-shirt that stopped halfway to her knees. She slid it over her head and studied herself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. The material formed to curves of her body and if she sat too quickly, or bent over, Lincoln would see everything she had. Should she go so far as to flash him, though? Probably not, especially not after what happened in the living room just now. She came dangerously close to taking what was rightfully Luna's. She wanted him horny and off balance, that way he'd be weak, willing, and unable to resist when it came time to penetrate his big sister, but if she wasn't careful, things might not go according to plan.

She'd go easy for the night, she figured, and start fresh tomorrow.

When she went back into the living room, she was surprised and a little a little disappointed to find Luna sitting on the couch. In the kitchen, Lincoln washed his plate, his shoulders tensing a little when he heard her.

"Hey," Sam said and sat next to her girlfriend.

"Hey," Luna replied curtly.

Oh, right, she was probably still mad.

Across the room, Lincoln cut the sink and sat his plate in the drying rack. He came into the living room with his head ashamedly down, and scurried into the bedroom. A moment later, the bathroom door shut and locked. "How was your day?" Sam asked.

"Long," Luna said. "Yours?"

Sam went back to face fucking the fork until Lincoln shook with need, and suppressed a wicked grin. "Okay. Not much happened."

Later on, in bed, tension choked the air like the brewing of a summer thunderstorm, and Sam steeled herself for Luna's outrage. "Whatever that shit was earlier, don't do it again," Luna said.
They were sitting up, the lamp on the nightstand casting a circle of muddy light.

"What shit?" Sam asked.

"That talk about me and Lincoln. I don't want my brother and I don't want him wanting me. I told you how I felt about him when I was a kid expecting you to understand. I was mixed-up and confused. I thought you'd support me and not try to encourage something that isn't there."
Sam started to speak, but Luna cut her off. "I love my brother and I value our relationship, don't try to ruin it, please."

Those words hit Sam like a punch to the guts. "Ruin it? Luna, you obviously carry a flame for him. You practically melt every time he's around. You think that's healthy? You think bottling up your emotions and not acting on them is okay?"

"Yes," Luna spat. She realized what she said and binked. "I don;t have feelings for him. That's over and done with and it wasn't even that serious to begin with."

After so many years together, Sam could read Luna like a book, and the tell-all written on Luna's face betrayed her. Sam sighed. "Look, Lune, I know you feel for him. You can lie to yourself all you want but you can't lie to me. You said you wanted me to support you, well I'm supporting you. I'm telling you it's okay. It's okay to feel that way about him. He's kind, he's sweet, he's cute, he's, like, the perfect guy and it's not gross because he's your brother. That doesn't even matter. It doesn't matter to me and it shouldn't matter to you."

Luna's eyes narrowed. In them, Sam glimpsed something she couldn't say she expected.

Fear.

Luna was afraid of admitting her feelings. Not to Sam, but to herself. Lincoln meant a lot to her and if Sam knew her the way she thought she did, Luna was scared of hurting their relationship.
Sam took Luna's hand in hers and gave it an encouraging squeeze. "I love you, Luna, and I want you to be happy. Lincoln makes you happy and, I think, being with him will make you even happier. It'll also bring you guys closer together."

Luna's features softened and she let out a deep breath. "I don't have feelings for him," she said lamely. "And if I did, he wouldn't have them back."

The hurt brimming in her voice pierced Sam's heart. "You don't know that," she said. "He might. He already said he wants a girl like you."

"Like me," Luna said, "but not me. I'm his sister, Sam."
"I know that, I -"

Luna closed her eyes and turned away. "Just leave me alone." She reached out and snapped off the light, plunging the room into darkness, then got under the blankets.
For a moment, Sam sat there, frozen in place, then she laid down too. Her chest crushed underneath her guilt and Luna's voice resounded through her head. That Luna was in love - yes, love - with Lincoln was clear. That was was terrified of confessing that love and possibly destroying their relationship was even clearer. Sam was so caught up in satisfying her own lust that she lost sight of the fact that real emotions were involved here...the emotions of the girl she loved.

Oh, she still wanted it to happen for herself, but now...now she wanted it to happen for Luna just as much, if not more.

And she would do whatever it took to ensure it did.

That, she promised.
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