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The Lewd House SinThology	By : Trillhouse Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 8581 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Loud House, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This one's a bit different in that it's set within my Sin Adults canon. If you haven't, I recommend checking out my SFW anthology (The Trillhouse SinThology) to read more about that. Without further ado, please enjoy.

Lyle grunted as he sat down at the foot of his bed. The man hissed as he tried to straighten his posture, feeling a surge of pain along the back of his neck; he stretched his shoulders to one side, and then the other, sighing in relief as he felt his joints creak and pop. It did little to alleviate his discomfort, however... hours upon hours seated at one's desk would leave anyone feeling a bit stiff. Then again, he supposed it was partially his own fault for insisting he finish drafting the design proposal within a week. A ridiculous time frame to be sure, even more so to set for oneself, but he'd been determined to live up to his word.
"Bed?" He called out. He couldn't help but chuckle under his breath as, almost immediately, he heard the telltale pit-pat of his sister's feet heading down the hallway. As always, the girl was attentive to an absurd degree… once she'd even come to his call wrapped in a towel, still dripping with water from the shower. How she even heard him, he'd never know.
"Yes, Lyle?" A beautiful, petite Japanese woman appeared in the doorway, her jet-black hair hanging loose and clad in a blue paisley nightgown. "Did you need something?"
"Yeah… could you fetch me some ibuprofen?" Lyle asked as he rubbed the back of his neck. Bed frowned, noticing the look of discomfort on his face.
"Are you alright…?"
"Just a bit sore, that's all." He explained. Bed hesitated a moment, then gave a small nod before disappearing back down the hallway. Lyle smirked as he watched her go; an architect's job was far from easy, but having a diligent assistant like Bed definitely made it a lot more manageable.
Soon Bed returned with two tablets and a glass of water for her brother. He took them without hesitation, thanking the girl before swallowing down the ibuprofen with a large gulp of water. His sister's concerned gaze didn't falter for a moment, even after he handed the glass back to her with a smile.
"Anything else?" She asked; Lyle shook his head.
"No, thank you. That's all." He said, once again flexing his shoulders with a small grunt of discomfort. Bed pursed her lips in frustration.
"...I'll be right back," She huffed as she headed for the door.
"Huh? I don't-" Before he could finish, she was gone; Lyle sighed and scratched the back of his head. As much as he appreciated it, he wished Bed wouldn't worry about him so much… he was twenty-nine, he knew how to take care of himself.
...Granted, he'd just made her go get some medicine for him, but it was the principle of the thing really.
"Take off your shirt," Bed said as she returned with a bottle of massage oil and a few large towels.
"Bed, you don't have to-"
"I know," She said with a sweet smile, "But I want to." Well, he couldn't very well say no to that… with a small sigh of resignation, Lyle got to work unbuttoning his pajama top. Besides, he had to admit that a shoulder massage sounded pretty damn good right about now. His sister laid out the towels on his bed to protect the sheets, then patted it softly. "Here… lie down." The man complied, lying flat on his stomach with his head resting on his folded arms. As soon as Bed opened the bottle of oil, the pleasant aroma of peppermint filled the air; it was strangely soothing, and Lyle could feel his nerves relax somewhat.
"Is that new?" He asked.
"I picked it up last week," Bed explained. "I knew you'd be overworking yourself again."
"Always thinking ahead, aren't you?" Lyle said with a smirk, only to jump slightly as he felt something cold and wet drip onto the back of his neck. Bed giggled and set the bottle aside. The cool sensation was quickly replaced by a tingling warmth as his sister's soft hands worked the oil into his skin. He shut his eyes in contentment. Bed was no professional, but she was more than good enough for Lyle… the warming massage oil only served to enhance her touch.
Bed wore a gentle smile as she worked, feeling out the knots beneath his skin and using her thumbs to release them. She eased off slightly as she found a particularly sore spot, making her brother grunt in pain. She used to get worried when that happened, but since then she'd learned that some pain was to be expected; ultimately Lyle would feel far better than he had before. She worked her way from his neck to his shoulders, down his back and across his well-toned trapezius muscles. Even now, the man was still in good shape. Everyone had been surprised when he chose to pursue architecture rather than make use of his natural talent at archery, but it had never been more than a hobby to him. His real passion had always been craftsmanship, and what was architecture if not craftsmanship on a grand scale?
"You need to stop hunching over your desk so much," Bed muttered. Lyle cocked an eyebrow.
"Telling your boss how to do his job?"
"Right now, I'm your sister." She said in a matter-of-fact tone. "And I mean it. You need to stop pushing yourself so hard, Lyle. You're only going to wear yourself out." Lyle chuckled.
"...I'll try."
It had been nearly twenty-two years since Bethany had entered his life. Looking back, it was funny to think that he had initially been so opposed to the girl's adoption. Hell, he'd been downright hostile towards her when she first arrived. But she had quickly endeared herself to him, and their bond had only deepened over time. He'd never been so naive as to assume that his family's arrangement would last forever… even if he could have never have predicted that it would all come crashing down the way it had. But through it all, as his half-siblings went their own way, Bed remained by his side. He'd given her options of course, even offered suggestions for pursuing her own path in life. But, no… she'd never wanted to be anywhere else but with him, even on long work nights like these. Always loyal. Always looking out for him. She sacrificed so much for his sake, yet even now Lyle couldn't help but feel that he took the girl for granted.
"There," She said, pulling away from her brother with a grin. "Better?" Lyle shifted, turning onto his back and returning her smile with one of his own.
"Yeah… much better," Lyle said as he sat up. His upper back and neck still felt pleasantly warm, and as he rolled his head and shoulders the difference was immediately noticeable… there was still some soreness of course, but he felt a lot looser than he had before. "Thank you, Bed. Really."
"You don't have to thank me. Um… is there anything else?" Bed asked. Lyle frowned, taking a moment to think. He didn't need anything, no… but perhaps she did.
"Well… there is one more thing," Lyle replied. "You." Bed raised her eyebrows, tilting her head slightly in confusion.
"Me…?"
"You've been on your feet running around for me all day," Lyle said. "You've worked just as hard as I have, if not harder. You're exhausted too, right?" Bed gave an awkward laugh, her cheeks turning slightly red.
"I-I'm fine, really… it's all part of the job, after all."
"...You do so much for me, Bed." Lyle muttered. "More than I could ever ask for."
"Well, I'm your assistant." Bed said.
"Right now, you're my sister," He parroted with a coy smirk, to Bed's chagrin. "So let me return the favor, at least." The woman bit her lip and shuffled awkwardly in place as she considered his offer, before finally giving a small, almost imperceptible nod. Lyle smirked and got to his feet.
Bed jumped a bit as the man's hands lightly touched her shoulders, but did not resist as he gently pushed the straps aside and began sliding her nightgown down her torso. Her blush only deepened as her body was uncovered inch by inch, and she shuddered as Lyle kissed the nape of her neck. Not that she was surprised... there was little doubt that a massage was not the only thing on her brother's mind tonight.
Or at least, she certainly hoped not.
Soon, her nightgown fell into a heap around her ankles and Bed was laid bare before her brother. Lyle couldn't help but smirk at the sight; her smooth skin, her petite figure, the demure manner in which, even now, she covered her breasts and crotch in embarrassment. She was absolutely flawless, in his eyes at least.
"Lie down," Lyle said softly into her ear. The girl nodded, stepping out of her crumpled gown before lying face down on his bed. The towels were almost as soft as the bedsheets themselves, and she let out a small sigh of relief as she sank into the mattress. Lyle had been right… she was more worn out than she'd thought. Bed took a deep breath as she felt the mattress shift under her brother's weight, accompanied by the soft 'pop' of the massage oil's cap. As Lyle's gentle hands touched her upper back she couldn't help but let out a gasp, quickly turning into a soft moan as he worked the oil into her skin. He'd always been exceptionally good with his hands… years of crafts and sculpting would do that, Bed figured. "How's that feel?"
"G-good…" The girl murmured. "I… ah!" Bed arched her back as Lyle lightly traced a finger down her spine, earning her a chuckle from the man. Lyle wasn't content with a mere shoulder rub… no, he was giving his little sister the full treatment. Down her back, her sides, her arms, her legs, even her buttocks; no inch of her body went unexplored, and she could only grasp the towel tightly as an intense tingling spread throughout her… whether that was due to the oil or her desire, she did not know.
Probably both.
"Turn over," Lyle said. Bed hesitated a moment, then nodded and complied. Her entire body was flushed and trembling with anticipation, and she couldn't bring herself to look directly at her brother. She could feel his gaze on her, studying her, taking in every last detail of her body. He wasted little time in getting back to work; this time he started at her midsection, working his way up the girl's torso and paying extra attention to her modest, yet pert breasts. Lyle gently cupped and caressed her chest, tracing his thumbs around her nipples in small circles. Each pleasured moan and gasp only served to drive him further. As he neared Bed's waist, she let out a small whine and clamped her legs together. He found it adorable how even after all this time, she still got so flustered showing him her body… as if there was anything left to hide. Lyle gently pushed her legs apart, eliciting a yelp from the girl, though she made no attempt to stop him. Her slit was already glistening, and he knew damn well it wasn't from the oil.
Bed's breaths were coming out in shaky whimpers, and she covered her face with her hands as her brother explored her most sensitive area… teasing her, making her wait for it, peppering kisses along her stomach all the while. When he finally slid his finger into her, she nearly cried out in ecstasy. Bed arched her back and moaned as Lyle pumped his finger in and out of her, soon adding a second, followed by a third. It always impressed him just how taut she still was; by now she could take him in with relative ease, yet she barely felt any looser than she had on their first time. The girl panted heavily as Lyle withdrew his fingers, her face partially hidden by her forearm. She could feel the pleasant heat of the oil radiating from within her. The mattress shifted again, and the faint rustling of cloth told her that it was time. Bed's breath caught in her throat as she felt something hard rubbing against her groin, and a quick glance downward confirmed her suspicions: Lyle was completely nude, his length lying flush against her womanhood. No matter how many times she saw it, it still gave her pause… the 'arrow' seemed downright monstrous, especially to a petite woman like herself. She knew fully well she could handle it, but it was intimidating nonetheless.
"Bed." She looked up at her brother as he spoke her name. He was smiling at her, looking at her as though she were the most beautiful thing in the world to him.
She hoped she was.
Lyle leaned forward and claimed her lips with his own. Bed felt herself melt into his kiss, as though her nerves were relaxing all at once. Lyle pushed his tongue past her lips and entwined it with hers, and Bed finally came to her senses. She threaded her fingers through his dusty-blonde hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. All too soon he pulled away, a thread of drool connecting them until that too broke. Bed lay there panting, her reddened skin glistening with sweat and oil and her brown eyes filled with lust.
"Lyle…" She gasped. "P-please…" The man smirked, giving her one more quick kiss before pulling back to a kneeling position. Lyle lined himself up with her awaiting entrance, and she took a deep breath as she felt his arrowhead prodding against her. He looked up again, his eyes meeting hers as though asking for permission. No sooner had Bed given a nod of consent than she felt him pushing forward. Her eyes went wide and she held her breath as her brother's cock pierced her womanhood. Though snug, she was wet enough to offer little resistance... of course, Lyle had no doubt the oil was helping matters as well. He eased in slowly as always, letting her body get accustomed to his length. Bed let out a low moan and raised her hips to make things easier. He stopped with a little over an inch to go; Lyle never bottomed out within her at the start. That was for later.
He paused a moment to let his sister's breathing stabilize. Her eyes were fixed on Lyle's cock, or rather the small bulge it made in her abdomen. She gently touched it, still in awe that her small body could take so much… were it anyone but him, she was certain she'd never have been willing. Then, Lyle took her hand in his. Their eyes met again, and her blissful grin told him that she was ready. Bed took a breath as her brother pulled back, then let out a small cry of pleasure as he thrust back in. Out, in, out, in; only a few inches at a time, and with a pace that could be described as moderate at best. The combined sensation of Lyle inside of her and the tingling heat of the massage oil drove her wild. Part of her wished he would just pound her already, but another part of her wanted to savor this as long as possible. Once he really got going, she knew he wouldn't last long… not that it bothered her, mind you. Those few minutes of intensity had always been more than enough to send her over the edge.
Lyle ran his hands down the girl's body before lightly gripping her hips, pumping into her at a steadily increasing pace. Little by little he pulled out more and pushed back in deeper than he had before. He was flushed a light pink and his own breaths were growing more labored, especially once Bed threw her head back in ecstasy and began bucking her hips against him. He couldn't take his eyes off her. The way she whimpered and grasped at the sheets, her modest chest bouncing with every thrust… he found it adorable, not to mention incredibly erotic. He slid his hands back up her sides and wrapped his arms around her, embracing her as he sped up even further. She threw her arms around his neck as if holding on for dear life, panting into his neck and wrapping her legs around the man's waist. He was practically hilting within her with each thrust, repeatedly striking that spot deep within her that only he could reach. The air was thick with the scent of sex and peppermint. Bed's mind was in a haze, and she knew both she and Lyle were nearing their limit.
"Lyle," She gasped, sounding almost delirious with pleasure. "I-I… I…" He gently shushed her, but she was having none of it. "I… love you…!" And that was it; Lyle grit his teeth and let out a growl, burying himself completely inside her as he came. Bed tensed up and curled her toes as she screamed into her brother's shoulder; she clamped down on him, her walls gripping his cock tightly as she milked him dry. Their hips spasmed together as rope after rope of Lyle's cum filled her to the brim. Even after their orgasms had subsided they remained locked in a tight embrace, breathing heavily as they came down from their climax. Slowly, Lyle shifted and began pushing himself up and off of her. Bed wanted to stay that way for longer, and was about to protest until she saw his face. He looked both exhausted and satisfied of course, but through it all Bed could only see… sadness. Or doubt, perhaps. It was always a bit hard to tell exactly what the man was feeling, even after all these years. But what was clear was that she'd done something that upset him. Or, rather… said something that upset him.
She knew fully well what it was.
Bed gasped as he slid out of her, his cock still glistening with a mixture of her juices, massage oil, and cum. He sat at the edge of the bed with a morose expression. Bed sat up, her body almost giving out from exhaustion, before scooting over to her brother's side. She looked at him sadly, unsure of exactly what she should say now. 'I'm sorry'? There wasn't really anything to apologize for… her feelings were far from a secret to him, even if they mostly went unsaid.
"Lyle…?" The man winced slightly at his sister's voice. He glanced over to see her looking at him with concern in her eyes. He felt her place her hand over his; it was soft, warm and delicate, just like her. Lyle looked away and moistened his lips.
"Bed… I, um…" He muttered, and for a moment a hopeful look crossed the girl's face. But that soon faded as Lyle let out a sigh, withdrawing his hand as he got to his feet. "...I should… go shower." He didn't even glance at her before departing, his sister watching him go in silence before taking a deep breath before sadly hanging her head. She knew that Lyle didn't mean to brush her off like that… he never did. It wasn't the first time, and she doubted it would be the last. Once she found the strength she unsteadily got to her feet, gathering up the towels and massage oil before returning to her own room.

Lyle tilted his head forward, letting the warm water hit the back of his neck before dripping in rivulets down his back. It felt nice, serving to further soothe his sore muscles. He flexed his neck and let out a sigh of relief as he felt his joints pop. Perhaps, he thought, once this job was over he'd take a few weeks to recuperate… possibly even take a vacation for a change. Europe, perhaps. He could certainly afford it, and he was sure Bed would be thrilled.
The man frowned as a pit formed in his chest once more. Bed… there were so many things he wanted to say to her. So many feelings he wished he knew how to properly express. It wasn't that he didn't love her, quite the contrary in fact; he'd fallen for the girl many years ago, though he'd never said so aloud. How could he? Lyle had never been up front about his feelings, but that day twelve years prior had changed everything. Everyone had been hurt that day, and Lyle was no exception. After that, he'd put up a nigh-impenetrable wall around his heart, perhaps to ensure he wouldn't be hurt again. And, more importantly, she wouldn't.
The irony wasn't lost on him.
Thankfully, however, Bed knew better. She knew he felt the same way she did; even if he refused to let himself cross that line, nights like tonight were all the proof she needed. Bed knew she could break through that wall. She could practically see the cracks already, he just needed to let go of the past. He needed to let go of his resentment and accept that what happened was nobody's fault; perhaps Roberta's birth had been the catalyst, but deep down everyone knew fully well that what drove the family apart ran far deeper than that. Lyle needed reconciliation… only then could they have something together like Bobby and Loan did. So that night as she lay alone in her room, Bed sent a message.
[Hi Lemy, hope you're doing well. I was wondering if you could give me Bobby's number?]
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