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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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“How was it?” Lori asked the next morning. She, Leni, Lynn, Luna, and Luan were in the van on the way to school. The others had been dropped off already.

“Better than sports,” Lynn said with a little smile.

“See?” Lori asked , “you were worried over nothing.” In the rearview mirror, her eyes shifted to Luna. “That leaves you.”

Luna nodded, a pang rippling across the pit of her stomach. “I got this.” She smiled. Until last night, she was totally stuck for how to make hers and Lincoln’s time together special. She conjured, and rejected, a dozen ideas before breaking down and going to Leni.

“I just don’t know what to do,” Luna confessed. She and Leni were sitting side-by-side on Leni’s bed.

“You don’t have to do anything,” Leni said, “just...be with him. That’s all he wants. You don’t need whips or chains or anything like that. Just you and him.”

Luna sighed. “I know, I just don’t want it to be boring.”

“Trust me,” Leni said with a knowing little smile, “it will not be boring. He won’t be bored, and you won’t be bored. If it makes you feel better though, butter him up first.”

Luna shrugged. “I guess.” It was only later, as she laid in bed and struggled to sleep, that an idea came to her, and as she turned it over in her mind, she became so excited that she soaked through her shorts. Finally content, she drifted peacefully off to sleep, and woke that morning with a smile. She would certainly enjoy it, and she thought Lincoln would too.

All that day, Luna was lost in hazy thoughts of her brother, her chin in her palm and her eyes distant. In the beginning, she didn’t know if she could do it. Sex with Lincoln. But over the past couple days, she watched as each of her oldest sisters went to him, watched as they came back glowing and filled with renewed love for him. She watched as he interacted with them in the kitchen, the living room, and outside, the atmosphere between them easy and light. She wanted that, she decided; she loved her little bro more than she loved anything, and the idea of establishing a new, stronger bond made her spirit tremble. The idea of loving him with her body made something else tremble.

When the final bell rang, she gathered up her things and waited by the curb for Lori to arrive. As she stood in the warm April sunshine, she ran through her plan one final time. She told herself she wanted to make extra sure she had her bases covered, but there weren’t many bases to cover: She just liked thinking about it.

She was smiling when Lori pulled up. She climbed into the side door, spotted Lincoln sitting in the back, and went to him. Maybe she could get a jumpstart?

“Hey, bro,” she said as she sat. His head was bent over a handheld game, and when she spoke, he looked up.

“Hey, Luna.”

“How was your day?”

He shrugged. “Pretty good, I guess.”

“Cool beans.” Her heartbeat was starting to speed up. “Hey, when we get home, can you help me with something?”

“Sure,” he said. “What is it?”

“Nothing, just something I’ve been practicing.”

Lincoln noticed a certain something in her voice, and his chest tightened ever so slightly. He glanced at her, and she was looking straight ahead, nodding her head as if to music only she could hear. He traced her soft jawline with his eyes, her bobbing throat, her bare arms. She wore a cut-off T-shirt, and he was fairly certain that if he leaned back and ducked just a little, he would catch a flash of her bra.

He swallowed around a lump in his throat and squirmed against his rising erection. He thought he saw Luna steal a peek, but when he turned, she was looking ahead again.

At home, Lincoln waited for all of his sisters to get out before exiting himself. There was a bulge in his pants and he bent as he walked to hide it. Inside, he went directly to his room, sat on the edge of his bed, and took a series of deep breaths. He closed his eyes and tried to conjure an imagine that would make him go limp, but instead he saw Luna with her short, messy brown hair, her brown eyes, her skirt, her boots, the safety pins through her ears...he imagined sucking her earlobe, the salty taste of her flesh mixing with metal...when he opened his eyes, the bulge was even bigger, and he hung his head. Sexy dream Luna- 1, Lincoln Loud’s self-control – 0.

He got up, went to the bathroom, and waited for himself to deflate enough that he could pee. In the hall, Lola emerged from her room with a book balanced on the top of her head. Lana followed close behind, her arms crossed over her chest. “I told you I could do it for five whole minutes,” Lola said.

“You’re only at 4:21. Don’t get cocky.”

“Hey, Lincoln,” a monotonous voice sounded from behind him, and he jumped, his heart stopping for a brief second. Lucy, a piece of paper in her hands, was standing there, having materialized so quietly he didn’t hear her. “Can you listen to my new poem? It’s called The Grave: The Grave, I dream of it every night, and it makes me happy because it feels so right. I can’t wait to go to the grave.”

Jesus.

“Uh...needs to be less, uh, morbid. And maybe a little longer.”

“Oh,” she said. “Thanks.”

Well, at least he wasn’t the only one with issues.

On his way back to his room, Lynn came out of her bedroom and brushed past him, clutching her stomach. “Don’t you dare clog that toilet,” he said, “because I’ll wind up getting the heat.”

“I can’t make any promises,” she said as she disappeared into the bathroom. Shaking his head, he turned, and jumped when he got a faceful of Luan.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, Linc,” she said, “I just wanted to try a new joke on you.”

“Alright,” Lincoln said, “shoot.”

“What’s better than roses on your piano?”

Lincoln opened his mouth, but she cut him off, leaning in with a lustful smile. “Tulips on your organ.”

“That’s not a new joke,” he pointed out.

“Oh, that wasn’t the joke...”

She grabbed his shirt in both hands and drew him into a passionate kiss. He kissed her back, quickly, then pulled away. “We probably shouldn’t do that out here,” he said, throwing a quick glance around. He didn’t see anyone, but in the Loud house, you never knew when you were being watched.

“We can go to my room,” she said, leaning in with wide, crazed eyes, and flashed an almost predatory smile. Lincoln’s penis twitched. Yes. He would like that.

Before they could, though, Lori appeared at the head of the stairs. “Luan,” she said, an edge in her voice, “you’re needed downstairs.”

Luan sighed, rolled her eyes, and stomped her foot. “Later,” she grinned, turned, and walked away. Lori crossed her arms and looked at him with a tiny smile.

“Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln,” she said, shaking her head. “You’re driving our sisters crazy.”

He shrugged. “Sorry.”

In his room, he kicked out of his shoes and flopped onto his bed. After the kiss with Luan, his penis was harder than ever, and he was just about to polish the knob, so to speak, when a knock came at the door. He sighed. “Yeah?”

The door opened, and Luna came in, holding a bottle in her hands. He covered himself. “Hey, bro,” she said seductively, her eyes half-lidded. Oh. Right. He almost forgot.

“Hey,” he replied, taking his hands away from his bulge. Luna saw it and her eyes widened. For a moment she simply looked at it, her flesh flushing with arousal. “You needed my help?” he asked, taking delight in the way she looked at him.

“Yeah,” she said, shaking dirty images out of her head, “I-I, uh...” she held up the bottle and looked at it as though she had forgotten what it was and why she was here. Lori was right, he really was driving them crazy. “I been thinking,” she said, getting control of herself, “my music career might never take off, so I need something to fall back on, you know?”

She came to the bed and sat the bottle on the nightstand. Lincoln turned to look at it.

Lotion.

“So I’m thinking of becoming a masseuse.” She sat down and looked at him with burning eyes. “I just don’t have anyone to try my stuff on.”

“Yeah? Maybe I can help.”

“It’d be rockin if you did.”

Lincoln grinned. “Anything for you.” He sat up, stripped out of his shirt, and flopped onto his stomach.

“Uh, Linc?”

“Hmmm?”

“Well...first you gotta lose those pants...then you gotta roll back over.”

He lifted an eyebrow and propped himself up on his elbows. “Roll back over?”

Luna leaned in. “I’m not massaging your back.”

Understanding, Lincoln smiled, his stomach fluttering. “Alright.” He rolled onto his back and kicked out of his jeans. His penis strained against the thin fabric of his underwear. Luna’s breath hitched and she tried to ignore it, because if she didn’t, she’d yanked his briefs off and fuck him without even buttering him up first.

Standing, Luna squirted lotion into her hands. “Scoot closer,” she said, and he did. Taking a deep breath, she pressed her hands to his chest and rubbed him slowly. The warmth of his skin and the feeling of his heart pounding excited her, and she felt the crotch of her panties dampen. Her hands glided down his stomach, to the band of his underwear, and then back north, pressing firmly, letting her palms trace his curves and contours. His closed eyelids fluttered, and he drew short, hot breaths through slightly parted lips. She felt her hands begin to jitter and her loins start to ache.

His chest was slick and coated with lotion. She dabbed her hands on her skirt, grabbed the bottle, and squirted a little more into her hands. She rubbed them together, moved down, and ran them along one of his legs, then the other, then his inner thighs. Her fingers brushed his swollen sack, and the heat against her hands sent her heart into a crazy spiral. He moaned, and her walls clenched in anticipation.

Biting her lower lip, she rubbed her hands up his outer thighs, hooked her fingers into his underwear, and dragged them down. He came free, and she barely suppressed a body wide shudder. He was bigger than she expected. She squirted more lotion into her hands and rubbed them together, unable – and unwilling – to take her eyes off of him.

When she slid her oily hands up his shaft, he stiffened, and it grew even more. It was hot and smooth and the skin was so, so soft. She leaned closer, filling her eyes, her mind, her soul with it. He was starting to leak, the clear fluid mixing with the lotion and dripping down his measure.

Alright, that’s it. Luna pulled her panties down and stepped out of them. Lincoln watched her through slitted eyes, his chest rising and falling. She climbed onto him, intentionally rubbing his tip along her oozing slit. He buried his head into the pillow.

She guided him to her opening, and impaled herself on him, letting out a sharp yelp as he sank into her. “God, you’re so big,” she gasped, starting to rock back and forth.

“You’re really tight,” he said, and gulped.

She leaned forward, and they kissed, her body thrilling at the sweet taste of his mouth. She ran her hands through his hair and rocked faster, slowly building speed until the bed was squeaking and the headboard rhythmically slapped the wall. His tongue filled her mouth, his dick filled her hole, his love filled her spirit. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down, down, down, thrusting up to meet her, the ribbed head of his penis scraping her walls. She moaned into his mouth and buried her face in the crook of his neck as she rocked faster, faster, faster...

“I’m cumming,” she moaned as her orgasm blossomed in her. She clamped her teeth and she began to shake. Lincoln’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips as he pulled her close and poured his seed into her, his penis swelling before spewing deep into her. His orgasm threw her into her own, and she hugged his neck as she gave one final thrust and moaned, her body melting into his.

“Goddamn,” she panted, her mouth dry. She pushed up and looked down at him. “They were right.”

“I hope they said good things,” he smiled, his eyelids heavy.

“Very good things, bro. I think Leni and Luan are in love with your magical penis.”

“Magical penis, huh?”

“That’s what Lori called it.”

“It’s good to know I’m loved.”

“Oh, you are,” she said. She leaned down and kissed him deeply. “Your sisters all love you, Lincoln Loud, and if we’re a group, we want you to be a part of it.”

He lifted his hand to her cheek, and she kissed his wrist. “I love you,” he said.

“I love you too,” she replied. Then: “I think we need a shower.”

Lincoln looked down. They were both covered in lotion. As were his sheets and blanket.

“Sorry for ruining your bed.”

“That’s okay,” he said, “it was worth it.”

* * * * *

Lori, Lynn, Luan, and Leni came into the steam choked bathroom and shut the door. “Well?” Lori asked.

“Well what?” Luna asked.

“Well, was it totally awesome?” Lynn asked. “It was for me!”

“It was pretty rad,” Luna replied.

“’Pretty’?” Leni asked. “Are you sure you did it right, Luna? Because Lincoln’s a sex god. There’s no ‘pretty’ ‘sort of’ or ‘kind of’ about it.”

“I’m just glad she’s had her turn so I can fuck him again,” Luan said. “I almost creamed myself when he kissed me earlier.”

“You’re a nympho, Luan,” Luna said. “But I totally understand why.”

“I told you you’d want more Lincy,” Leni said. Then, dreamily: “I do.”

“Me too,” Lynn said.

“I could jump his bones right now,” Luan said.

“He is a good lay,” Lori admitted.

The curtain drew back. “Thank you,” Lincoln smiled.

Shocked silence filled the room. Leni and Lori both blushed furiously. Lynn looked horrified. Luan gawked shamelessly. She didn’t care. She wanted him to know. One good rub and she’d cum so hard her head would explode.

“I told you your sisters love you,” Luna said, rubbing Lincoln’s back with her loofa.

“I guess it’s true what they say,” Lincoln said. “The family that sleeps together, keeps together.”

Luan nodded eagerly. “Yeah. Why go across the street when you can go across the hall?”

Lincoln opened his mouth then paused. “I don’t have any more.”

“I have tons,” Luan said. “Maybe you can come to my room later and we can have sex.”

Lori uttered a shocked laugh while Leni rolled her eyes. “I think he’d rather play ball with me,” Lynn grinned.

“Don’t fight over me,” Lincoln said, “there’s plenty of the Lincmeister to go around.”

“Lincmeister?” Lori laughed. “Oh, God, I’ve created a monster.” She looked at Luan; she was twirling a strand of hair around her finger and biting her lip, her shoulders moving back and forth to the rhythm of her own desire. “Two monsters.”

“And brought this family closer together,” Leni said, squeezing her older sister’s shoulder. “You’re a good big sister.”

“The best,” Lynn said.

“Number one,” Lincoln said.

“You rock, dude!” Luna said.

“Love you,” Luan said.

Lori blushed, her heart swelling. “I love you guys, too.”

They all hugged, even Lincoln and Luna, who came out of the shower for the occasion.

Lori sighed contentedly. “Great...now I’m wet.”

“I’ve been wet,” Luan said.

“Lincoln,” Lori said, “please fuck Luan.”

Lincoln shrugged. “If you incest.”
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