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Fashion (Turn To The Left!)	By : DoctorYnot Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 19619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Hey there guys, it's DoctorYnot. I know I was maintaining a pretty steady update schedule on this story, so I'm sorry for the wait. I had to work carefully on this latest chapter and that included a lot of wrestling with it and pruning it and polishing it, even after it was supposedly 'done'. This update was actually supposed to be a Christmas present for the fandom, if you can believe that. It took me a long time until I finally felt it was ready to post, but on the plus side I think it's twice the update it was when I started on it and I hope you'll trust me when I assure you it was time well-spent. You can only read a chapter for the first time once, after all, so I work pretty hard trying to get them as perfect as I can for everyone right off the bat instead of going back afterwards and making a bunch of panic edits. I guess that goes for all my stories. In any case, while I'm switching off to work on Make It Wit Chu after this update, this isn't the last chapter of Fashion. There's still one more coming where I'll try to wrap up all those loose ends and finish it in a way that hopefully feels good and satisfying for everyone. It probably won't be the size of previous updates, but it should still be meaty!
On another note, I'd like to thank RandomReviewer for being nice enough to leave a review what felt like every time I added a chapter. Reading those comments made me smile, dude. I appreciate it. And of course, a big thank you also to the incredibly talented MedullaMind, who's work you can find on https://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/MedullaMind/profile . He's an amazing artist and you should definitely check him out! My sincere gratitude for being such an awesome fan, Medulla, and for all those wonderful reviews you've left on my stories (and for the gorgeous art you made of Make It Wit Chu). I hope you know how much I treasure them and how grateful I am to you. And thanks to you as well, Tom! You were so quick! In any case, that's enough of my rambling. I hope you all enjoy the latest chapter of Fashion (Turn To The Left!).
Merry late Christmas, folks. This is my little stocking stuffer for you. I hope it lets you forget your troubles for a while and maybe take a small vacation to a place where the world is just a bit nicer.

>Leni was practically already asleep on his arm by the time they arrived at the lobby. His sister had begged him softly to just take her to bed, that her head hurt, that her stomach hurt, that her heart hurt, and Lincoln let her convince him. They got a few curious looks, the couple they found themselves sharing the elevator with staring at his sister's fancy dress with interest, but as he pushed the button for the top floor all the young man could think to do was gaze at the blonde resting against him.
>Her hair was disheveled. Her cheeks were swollen. Her makeup had run. Yet somehow she was still the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. She smiled softly every time he squeezed her hand to keep her awake.
>"Leni, we're here." Lincoln said quietly, rolling his shoulder to stir her.
>To the exhausted young woman it felt like time kept disappearing; every time she shut her eyes and opened them she woke up somewhere else. One second she was in the lobby, the next in the elevator, then the hall, and finally they were standing in front of their hotel room. Lincoln held her card in front of the reader and it beeped green, the door unlocking in front of the two.
>"Tuck me in, Lincoln." Leni whined, unwilling to let go of his arm.
>"But you're a grown woman." Her little brother teased, "You can do that kind of thing yourself, can't you?"
>"Nuh." She countered stubbornly, before resorting to begging. "It's been, like, a long night. Please...?"
>"Oh, alright." He smirked, making a show of relenting even when he'd intended to acquiesce the entire time. The young man stepped forward, but his sister suddenly stumbled, her stomach jumping to her throat as she tripped on her long dress and the floor felt like it vanished out from underneath her.
>Her slender arms flew out blindly to grab something and stop herself from crashing into the carpet, Lincoln thankfully managing to catch her before she could.
>The young blonde hugged her brother's waist, clinging to him in fright, her nervous hands twisting against his jacket for support as she almost bawled from the sudden scare. It seemed whatever slight composure she'd managed to regain after the night's earlier rollercoaster of emotions had been destroyed by the near-fall.
>Lincoln couldn't help but stare down at her restlessly as her body trembled against his. Leni had been so happy and playful the last couple of days. So unlike the tentative, skittish girl she was at home. It was as though she'd managed to leave all her worries back in Michigan and finally been able to take a break from the constant anxieties that were always bouncing around in her head. Seeing his sister so happy and carefree, just like when they were kids, had been an amazing gift and one that he was truly grateful for, even if he suspected it'd only last while they were living in the glitzy fantasy world of New York and the Salzburg. Watching her relapse to her usual condition here, in this place, made Lincoln more upset than he could have imagined.
>He acted before even really thinking it through. Leaning over, the young man tucked his arm under her knees and hoisted Leni up off her feet to carry the trembling blonde across across the threshold.
>Like she was a princess.
>Or a wife, she thought, as the exhaustion and spasm of terror still lingering within warred with the girlish delight she suddenly felt at her little brother's gesture.
>The young man stepped through the entrance with Leni held in his arms, his older sister practically purring as Lincoln closed the door behind them with his foot. She unconsciously snuggled her face against his chest a bit, breathing in his familiar, reassuring scent, her hands dancing over the buttons on his shirt easily as she undid them. Even as tired and mixed up as she was, she'd made the thing. She could do this in her sleep, and practically was.
>"Stop that, Leni." Lincoln complained, wanting to swat her mischevious fingers away but not having his hands free to do so. He carefully climbed the few steps that led to the bed with the blonde balanced against his chest.
>"Nuh." She again denied him, shaking her head, her hair tickling his collarbone. "Sleep with me." Leni demanded childishly.
>Lincoln hesitated for a second.
>"It's cold. Sleep with me." His big sister insisted, cracking one of her eyes open, surprised and excited to sense his resolve crumbling. They were already at the foot of her bed. She pushed him just a little bit more: batting her eyelashes at him and making her voice as sweet and pleading as she could, Leni used the magic word. "Please?"
>"...Alright." He finally sighed, succumbing to her once again. "Only for tonight, though." Lincoln made sure to vow, gently laying the wisp of a girl down on the mattress. He tapped her nose softly and she giggled, scrunching her face up and hiding it against the pillow. "You put on a great show out there, you know."
>"You really think so?" Leni asked hopefully, almost as an afterthought, still in a bit of shock that he'd agreed to share her bed with her.
>"Absolutely. People were impressed. I was impressed." Lincoln blinked as the moonlight pouring in through the skylight above them gave the room a strange, ethereal glow, especially when it reflected off his sister's flowing dress. In this light it seemed to be all the colors of the rainbow.
>Or maybe he was just messed up on champagne and spent adrenaline. Still, in his current state it was difficult to shake the sense of how surreal and dreamlike everything felt. He gave a long exhale, secretly thankful Leni had invited him to join her. He wasn't actually sure whether he could even make it to the couch.
>"Thanks." She sighed, comforted by the compliment. "I did my best. On everything. I was so mean to those poor lighting guys. But everything had to be perfect, y'know?" Her hands worked hurriedly over the bottom few buttons on his shirt. Her touch was innocent, but as her icy cold fingers brushed over his bare navel her little brother flinched. "Sorry!"
>"It's fine." He answered, grabbing her hands and rubbing his palms together over her fingers to warm them. Leni giggled. Lincoln kicked his shoes away and pulled off his jacket and shirt, at last walking over and tumbling onto the other end of the bed with a tired groan.
>"Everything had to be perfect for tonight." Leni repeated softly to herself in an almost inaudible whisper, turning over to face her sleepy, half-naked brother.
>Lincoln laid on his belly, his face pressed against the pillow, only one of his eyes able to look at her over the fluff as she smiled at him. But God, she really was pretty. The moonlight framed her face, made her eyes sparkle, made her hair glow. She was an angel.
>"...Why?" He finally asked, after hesitating for only a second.
>He knew what he was opening the door to. His exhaustion, emotional and physical, felt like it had given him total clarity.
>For once, he had no fear anymore. Of anything.
>Lincoln's nerves were usually pulled pretty tight. The young man typically felt awkward, uneasy. He'd always been that way. Even in his day to day life it was sometimes difficult to shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen, his mind tending to imagine the worst possible outcome for everything, even when he tried hard not to worry. That was why his plans and schedules had always been so elaborate, even as a child. He thought that if he was just careful enough he could avoid the many disasters he was sure were constantly lurking just around the corner.
>His parents had noticed this and often told him to take things a little easier, especially Lynn Sr. He always joked that the little boy had probably been fretting about his birth while he was still in the womb, and that that explained why he'd popped out with white hair. That joke always got a big laugh in their house. Even so, Lincoln was certain that if he didn't plan for the bad stuff, nobody else would.
>It was a fixation that had only gotten worse once his father passed away and he'd gotten more and more responsibilities placed on his shoulders.
>Lincoln was thus strict with himself, careful about everything he said and did around his family, never able to be sure what one stray comment or question might lead to with such a huge, unruly gaggle of energetic and complicated girls surrounding him every day. But especially Leni.
>He tried to be careful with all of his family's feelings, but he minded hers the most. He sensed the most frailty from her. Could imagine the most things going wrong. And, though he'd deny it to the grave if any of his other sisters asked (and some had), she meant the most to him.
>But for that fleeting instant, with that perfect ratio of alcohol and exhaustion guttering through his body, he could fool himself into thinking that his actions right then didn't have to have consequences. That a bell could be unrung.
>Instead of doing what he usually did, navigating cautiously around questions he wasn't sure it'd be wise for him to have the answers to, being so careful to mind everyone's feelings and wishes and always pushing what he wanted to the backseat, he did the opposite. For once, he did what he wanted to do.
>"W-what?" Leni asked, surprised that her little brother had pounced on her quiet mumbling instead of just letting it pass unmentioned like he always did.
>"Why did everything have to be perfect for tonight?" Lincoln repeated her words back to her, leaving her no room to claim he'd misheard her.
>"U-umm, well..." His sister blinked, mind racing for an excuse she could use to cover for herself as she was pushed to the backfoot. "B-because of how important the show was! Duh, Lincoln!" She lied artlessly, her eyes moving away from his to stare timidly off to her side.
>"Is that the only reason?" He asked, prodding the still obviously flustered blonde further.
>There was a long silence. Lincoln shut his one open eye and nearly dozed off to sleep despite himself, his fatigue almost getting the better of him, but finally Leni spoke. His eyes snapped back open and he stared at her.
>The beautiful young woman seemed less panicked now. Instead, she looked tired. Resigned.
>She wasn't looking at him. Leni was looking up, through the window, at the moon.
>"Because tonight was going to be the night I told you how I feel." His big sister finally admitted softly.
>"How do you feel?" The young man gave her no time to doubt, to second-guess herself. Lincoln didn't know why he was pushing her like this. It was as though some feeling was urging him on, an irresistible desire to at last drag every secret they'd been hoarding out into the open. His childish curiosity, long denied? A subtle, self-destructive instinct? But it felt like the entire night, maybe the entire trip, had somehow been leading up to this moment. He had to define their relationship. Needed to. It wasn't something they could put off anymore, not after what had happened at the show.
>Leni did her best to gather her courage, shutting her eyes for a moment in silent dread, but at last released a long exhale. She gave in to the momentum of the evening.
>"I feel like..." She began, licking her lips pensively as he studied her face, "I feel like you're the greatest boy in the world." She declared, earning a small, self-conscious wince from her little brother at the conviction in her voice. It wasn't just humility. He had a sinking feeling he knew where this was going.
>"Leni-"
>"And I feel like you're the only guy I ever want in my life." She continued, not letting him interrupt her as she tried to express her emotions in a way he wouldn't be able to misunderstand. To make sure she didn't give him any place to hide, any way to spin this into anything other than what it was. "And I feel like if I can't have you in...in the way that I want, then..." Leni shut her eyes for a moment to gulp down a bit of panic that suddenly felt very thick in her throat, jamming up her words.
>"...Then I don't want anybody." The young woman finally announced with certainty, opening her eyes again.
>Lincoln couldn't help but squirm, but his sister didn't turn to look at him. She just kept staring up through the skylight, her tone surprisingly firm as the catharsis of at last admitting it all carried the nervous young blonde through her speech.
>"I guess you probably already figured all that out." Leni sighed miserably, more embarassed than ever by the spectacle she'd made of herself earlier that night. She'd had this moment planned out so carefully. It was going to be so romantic! There was going to be flowers and soft light and maybe even some special music and, like, a long meaningful moment where she'd stare into his eyes and whisper the words and he'd finally see how much he meant to her and-
>She sighed again. But no. Instead of all that, she'd just drank a bunch of champagne, been a potty-mouth to her little brother's favorite actress and then slapped him.
>The young woman gave a long, mortified groan.
>But Leni shook her head, for once not letting herself get bogged down by her constant regrets. She couldn't. Not this time.
>"Listen, Lincoln." She preemptively cut him off him before he could try and talk her down like she was sure he would, and in fact had been about to. "Whatever you answer right now, whatever you say, even if it's..." The next thought gave the blonde such a rush of despair that it almost made her nauseous, forcing her to pause to try and recompose herself.
>"Even if it's 'no'..." She finally croaked, struggling not to tear up, "...It won't change that."
>There was a moment of silence as she seemed to try and get her thoughts in order. After grappling with them for a while she almost threw her hands up in the air in frustration. "It just can't, y'know!? I've already tried everything!" Leni whined.
>"There's nothing I can do about it. I'm yours." She sighed, defeated, before finally getting to the point of everything she'd been saying and expressing her feelings as honestly and simply as she could.
>"I love you, Lincoln. I'm in love with you."
>The room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. She rolled over so she could stare at him, her expression vulnerable and begging. He shut his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at her, afraid of what that face could make him say or do.
>The hopeless resignation was plain in her voice. She let the words hang in the air for her little brother to mull over before whispering, "I've felt this way for a while."
>Some time passed as Lincoln tried to process everything she'd just said. He finally murmured against his pillow. "...How long?"
>"Forever." Leni instantly replied. She didn't need much time to think about it.
>Lincoln took it all in, feeling the almost physical weight of his sister's expectation begin pressing down on him in earnest. He could sense her laying there after her big admission, anticipating with shaky breath her little brother's reaction to the long-held, fateful secret that had consumed her for so much of her life. To the words the young blonde had clutched so close to her all those years, lashed tightly to her heart with medication, behavioral therapy and purposefully-instilled fear so they wouldn't slip out.
>But they were out now. There was no running away from it anymore. Lincoln had recklessly opened the door to all of this, and the time had come to either cross through it or walk away.
>What else could he answer her?
>"Go to sleep, Leni." He finally mumbled.
>"...What?" She blinked, pushing herself up a bit against the bed. Her little brother was shifting restlessly on the mattress, still carefully avoiding her eyes.
>"Go to bed." Lincoln repeated, his hand groping blindly for the covers as he searched for something to hide his head under. "You're drunk, I'm drunk. Neither of us is thinking straight right now. We'll talk about this tomorrow, if we even remember it."
>"I'm not drunk!" Leni suddenly hissed, outraged and hurt, sitting up and leaning over towards him. Her brow was furrowed in desperation. "And neither are you! You just, like, don't want to deal with this!"
>Once again, right when he was weakest, Leni demonstrated the depths of her emotional shrewdness. She read him like a book. The young man deeply regretted starting all this.
>"You're right, I don't." Her brother admitted, giving up on finding the edge of the sheets and instead just turning over, away from her pleading face. "Not tonight. Please, let's just go to sleep." He moaned, bringing his arm up over the side of his head, his earlier burst of cocky fearlessness evaporating into the usual self-consciousness and doubt as she made the most out of the opening he'd given her.
>"No! It HAS to be tonight!" Leni frantically insisted, her hands reaching out to fall on his wrist, almost yanking it off from over his eyes in an attempt to force him to look at her.
>"Why?" Lincoln complained. The exhausted young man curled up on the bed as if it would somehow shield him from the tone of her voice. From her demands.
>"Because everything tonight happened like I wanted it to!" She explained desperately. "I worked really hard so it would! Harder than I've ever worked at anything!" Leni hesitated for a moment, but her jaw set as she seemed to finally find her resolve. "So...So if this is ever going to happen, if this is ever going to come true, it's going to be tonight!" She took a deep breath. "I just, like, know it somehow..." Her voice trailed off anxiously.
>Lincoln knew it somehow too, and he supposed that was probably why he was trying to get her to go to sleep. He was trying to be a good brother. To do what his mom had wanted him to do.
>He was trying not to burn his tongue.
>"Lincoln, please..." The heartbroken girl begged.
>He winced, shutting his eyes hard and trying not to make any noise as he struggled not to get pulled into the heat of the moment.
>"Lincoln, what do you..." His sister licked her lips again, trying a different tack. "What do you feel when you look at me?"
>The question went unanswered for a long time. When he finally felt Leni's shoulders start to tremble with barely restrained anguish at his apparent indifference, he gave a long sigh. Lincoln had never been able to deny her anything. There would be no escaping the gravity of this conversation, the pull of it. It'd been uncharacteristically optimistic of him to even try.
>The young man steeled himself and at last prepared to face with honesty the insistent, terrifying idea that had been bearing down on him the entire trip, nipping at the edges of his thoughts and waiting for any instant his carefully maintained regimen of denial might falter.
>"I look at you and I feel like you're the most beautiful girl in the world." He whispered hoarsely, eyes still shut tight. He was trying to convince himself that he was just speaking into the darkness, alone. That made it easier to confront the emotions he'd been wrestling with ever since that night at her apartment out loud. "And that I want to take care of you forever. I don't want anybody else to do it. Just me."
>He gave a harrowed, hopeless gulp as he prepared to say it.
>"...And I guess I'm..." His mouth went dry, and getting the words to rumble out from his chest was like pushing a broken cart down rusty tracks. "I mean, me too."
>He winced at the wishy-washiness of the statement, the cowardice of it, especially in the face of the incredible bravery his sister had just displayed. The young man cursed his weakness and gave it one last shot.
>"...I feel the same way you do, Leni." Lincoln finally managed, pushing the admission out through clenched teeth, and then moaning pitifully as though she'd cut it out of him with a knife.
>He tried to talk himself into believing that he was just saying it to make her feel better, just indulging his big sister some more on this trip.
>But it was true.
>There was no escaping it anymore. Hearing Leni give words to all of those messy, complicated, forbidden feelings had helped bring his own into sharper clarity.
>Lincoln had always tried to keep his emotions carefully compartmentalized, tried to maintain separate and clearly-defined relationships in his life to prevent things from getting muddled. Confused. He was pretty sure it was easy for feelings to get confused, or at least that had been his experience.
>He had had a girlfriend and he had his sister. Whenever Leni had looked up at him with those trusting, adoring eyes after he did something for her, he'd convinced himself that the feelings that stirred inside him were just him missing his girlfriend. And whenever he'd ditched his girlfriend when Leni had called, needing his help, he had been assured he was doing it out of familial devotion. Familial love.
>But it wasn't. He realized that now. It was why he'd been so scared these last couple of days over the idea of her moving away, of leaving him. The idea of her fully embracing that side of her life that he wasn't a part of.
>And it was why he'd always gotten so mad when Mary or any of the others accused him of having a relationship with his sister that went beyond the norm of what was acceptable.
>The young man had worked incredibly hard to be normal in the way he treated Leni. To be normal. He had crafted for himself an entire mental labyrinth of half-truths and self-delusion to do it. His family didn't need any more trouble, that was for sure. And he instinctively resented whenever anyone chipped away, accidentally or deliberately, at the emotional walls he'd painstakingly built to separate the two.
>But the truth was, the affection he had for her went beyond the one brothers typically had for their sisters. Far beyond. He didn't want to be away from Leni. Not for a day. Not for a second.
>Leni wasn't just an important part of his life, as he'd talked himself into believing. Leni WAS his life.
>How far back did it all go? With everyone always depending on him, Lincoln forced to deny himself and the things he wanted so hard for so long, it was difficult to discern the root. The starting point. It all just...smudged together.
>Leni and Lincoln. He'd taken care of her since forever.
>He'd loved her. Since forever.
>The young woman felt herself grin. A huge, secret grin. She could feel a gloom that had for years threatened to smother the life out of her finally clearing.
>"How long?" She asked tentatively.
>His breath hitched. Unlike for his sister, there was no sense of release there for him. Leni had come to terms with her feelings long ago, had had time to think about them, people to talk to. The young man was only really confronting his own now. It felt like they were standing on the precipice of something, something dangerous and life-altering.
>And at the time Lincoln needed one the most, for once, he had no plan.
>"...Forever, I think." He admitted with a tense whisper.
>"I KNEW IT!" Leni suddenly announced, bouncing on the bed, laughing, and Lincoln couldn't help but blush senselessly.
>She laughed for a long time, delighted laughter, laughter of relief, like an enormous weight had been lifted off her shoulders after a very long time. Eventually the laughter turned into quiet sniffling. "I knew it." She insisted, and he heard her voice crack as she struggled not to bawl. "Everyone kept telling me I was wrong, but I knew you-... I knew I wasn't crazy. I knew it wasn't in my head."
>His hand instinctively reached out to take hers, Lincoln still not opening his eyes, but somehow knowing just where it was. He found her and squeezed her thin, delicate fingers reassuringly, feeling her soft skin against his.
>"You ARE crazy." He declared. He felt Leni flinch in instinctive fear of judgement, something that she had apparently gone through before. Lincoln just sighed. "But I'm crazy too." It was true. He'd just always been better at hiding it, at running away from himself. He'd lacked the courage Leni had which allowed her to admit what she felt to their mom, to her therapist, to everyone. To try and do something about it. This trip, however, had left him no more room for lies. "Maybe we can..." His voice went shallow, "...be crazy together?" Lincoln finally offered.
>At his nervous question, the fear drained out of the girl. His sister seemed to consider it for a while before quietly laying back on the bed and rolling into his arms. The young man stared down at her wearily but hugged her once he felt how cold she was.
>"I'd like that." She gave a relieved, blissful sigh.
>It all felt like a dream. The best dream she'd ever had.
>He held her like that for a long time. Neither said anything, but Lincoln could feel Leni slowly getting more and more giddy, more impatient, in his arms.
>"So...what happens now?" She finally asked, turning her face up to look at him, her wide blue eyes sparkling innocently, and as she gazed at him he finally finished gathering his courage. Lincoln lunged forward and kissed her.
>Leni stiffened in surprise. His big sister's hand fluttered against his chest, her astonishment leaving her almost paralyzed until what was happening finally sunk in.
>What was really, finally happening.
>Her back loosened, and her fingertips began to slide down his stomach as she leaned into it. Lincoln felt her warm breath roll over his cheek as she tilted her head eagerly to deepen the kiss.
>It was only supposed to be a quick peck. Chaste, with his trembling lips closed. One he was only even able to force himself to give by holding his breath and getting a mental running start, as if he was diving into a dark pool from very high up with no idea whether it was safe or not.
>Which, Lincoln supposed, he was. Both of them were. As powerful and meaningful as they could be, words were still only words. They could be taken back. Ignored. Denied.
>A kiss, on the other hand, couldn't.
>With just that small physical act, he knew he and Leni's relationship had truly been changed forever.
>It was a thought that caused him quite a bit of distress. The connection he had with his older sister was probably the most important thing in the world to him. It wasn't something he'd ever thought he'd want to trade for anything. Be able to trade for anything. Yet the promise of more, of what before the last couple of days the young man wouldn't have allowed himself to even think about, had finally pushed him that last step over the line.
>Even then, with all those worries about their future and the uncertain road they were embarking on buzzing around in his head, the feeling of Leni's lips against his triggered an emotion that couldn't help but drown everything else out.
>The sense of taboo, of wrongness, was of course undeniable. Maybe even gutwrenching. But equally so was the satisfaction and fulfillment of it. The kiss somehow felt like he'd kept a promise he didn't remember giving. It seemed as right as it did wrong.
>He was happy. At ease, for once.
>Lincoln wondered again how long part of him had secretly wanted this.
>His sister's lips parted ever so slightly, as though to allow his tongue entry, and he finally pulled away with just a bit of panic. He needed the air. The flush burning over his face made it feel like it was hard to breathe, to think. Things were escalating too fast. But the girl at his side just smiled at him. Leni looked like the happiest woman in the world.
>"Do it again..." His big sister finally whispered shyly, breaking him out of his awkward reverie.
>"What?" Lincoln blinked, watching her blush and look away. He felt her fingers fidgeting against his navel and a chill ran up his spine.
>"Do it again." She repeated, a bit more firmly. She brought her eyes up to stare into his, obviously a little miffed. "That wasn't fair! I wasn't ready."
>Lincoln swallowed. His brow furrowed a bit; it had taken everything he had in the first place just to steal a kiss from her, and now that she was ready for it it suddenly seemed a much more daunting task. He watched as Leni closed her eyes and pouted her lips, moving just a bit closer. The young man gave a quiet, nervous inhale. He leaned in, but hesitated as he felt her release a sigh of anticipation, her breath washing over his face.
>Lincoln could smell the champagne on it.
>He had been only millimeters away at the time, but now they seemed to stretch into miles. Lincoln tried to strain his neck that last little bit, tried to force himself, Leni's pink, perfect lips just waiting for him-
>But it was no use. He couldn't do it. His protective instincts, perhaps overdeveloped after what felt like a lifetime of worrying, fussing over and taking care of her, simply wouldn't allow him to. No matter what Lincoln did he couldn't shake the idea that he was taking advantage of his drunk, trusting sister, and the thought made him sick.
>Before he even realized it the old nagging worries resurfaced. As he stared at her expectant face, her eyes still closed, the young man thought about the look the doctor had given him as they left his office, what seemed like a lifetime ago, and the feeling of heady, nervous excitement he'd been nursing since they'd climbed into bed began to curdle into self-loathing. He was letting everyone down. He was doing something terrible to someone too innocent to know better. He was the worst.
>Leni cracked an eye open impatiently, not realizing her little brother was off being consumed by his own insecurities again. As far as she could tell he was just playing hard to get.
>"Lincoln!" She whined, wiggling up against the bed to push her forehead against his. The young man was once more broken from his trance as he was forced to stare deep into the faultless, undisturbed blue of Leni's eyes. "Stop picking on me!"
>And that was all the warning he got as she dove forward and pressed her mouth against his. Lincoln's eyes widened as he realized that at some point her hand had drifted up from his navel to behind his head. He felt Leni's fingers tangle in his white hair and panicked as she dragged him forward, deepening the kiss. His sister's tongue forced its way past his lips.
>The young man shuddered as she seemed to try and suck the breath from his lungs. At some point she rolled on top of him to straddle his waist, her other hand raising to cup his cheek, and as Leni forced her body against his like she owned it, like it was hers, he found himself too stunned to put up much of a fight. This time there was no feeling of wrongness, no nervous hesitation or second-guessing himself. There simply wasn't any time for that.
>All there was was heat. Heat...and expectation.
>Their lips were locked together so hungrily, his sister's tongue lashing against his with such eagerness, that it was already all he could do not to hyperventilate, his obvious misgivings clashing with his natural, biological instincts to kiss her back. All of his senses sizzled and sparked, begging him to push his body against the beautiful blonde, to respond to her touch, roll over her, assert himself. Lincoln's hands went from hanging limply at his sides to reaching up to try and push Leni off before his base desires could get the better of him, but every time he did they landed on some part of her, her legs, the side of her stomach, and Leni felt so small and soft and feminine and perfect that it just made his urges wail louder.
>He was forced to pull them back as though he'd been burned, and ultimately was unable to do anything but squirm beneath her as the young woman laid claim to her little brother's mouth.
>At last Leni broke from the kiss with a gasp, breathing heavily as she stared down at him in the moonlight. Her hands, previously entwined in his white hair, released their grip as she gave a long sigh of satisfaction. They moved slowly down his face, fingertips tracing the corners of his lips affectionately as she smirked at him, before coming to rest on his collarbone, just below his neck.
>Lincoln was a mess. The boy was splayed out on the bed with his arms laying limply at his sides, his chest rising and falling as he took great heaving breaths, eyes staring over her shoulder at the ceiling. He tried desperately to get some oxygen back to his brain, tasting Leni's saliva on his tongue, his nerves ground to a jagged edge. He could feel his heart racing.
>Lincoln was no virgin. And he had both kissed and been kissed in his life.
>But never like that.
>His eyes flicked to his sister's spit-slickened chin as it reflected a bit of moonlight. Leni wiped it away with the back of her arm and grinned down at him.
>"You have, like, NO idea how long I've wanted to do that." She explained happily. Before he could even respond Lincoln first had to gulp down the mixture of his and his big sister's saliva still in his mouth. He was lightheaded. He tried to raise his back up off the bed, only to finally realize how insistently she was pushing down on his chest. What the young man had thought to be a gentle caress was actually a surprisingly firm hold on him. He collapsed back against the mattress, still breathless, and sighed.
>"L-Leni, wait..." Lincoln brought a nervous hand up to his head sweep his messy hair back. "Just hold on for a second. Don't you think we should take things a little bit slower...?" His eyes drifted down to watch the moonlight glow against her painted seafoam-green fingernails, perched against his skin like a lioness' claws.
>"No way, Lincoln!" Leni shook her head, her blonde hair almost swatting him in the face in her excitement. "We've been taking it slow our whole lives, y'know?" She leaned in very close, her eager expression causing his breath to hitch. "From now on, I want to take it fast."
>His sister grinned, and the twinkle in her eye almost made him moan.
>She bit her lip, seeming to think about something, before giving another smile. Leni's eyes sparkled as she leaned over, smooching him again, though more softly this time. This was no longer a kiss of desperate hunger, but of pleased satisfaction. She had him and she knew it. There was nowhere for him to run and no excuse he could give that would stop the blonde now that she'd finally been able to come this far, to get this close.
>Her dream was finally coming true. Lincoln had opened the door and now Leni would drag him through it if she had to.
>The young man couldn't resist any longer. His hands finally rose from the bed, drifting down to his big sister's haunches and groping them, his fingers sinking into her taut flesh just a bit. She gasped and her back arched instinctively in response, her eager body moving up against his. He tried to deepen the kiss but before he knew it she suddenly broke it off and leaned back once more, sitting on his waist.
>Again she chewed on her bottom lip. Lincoln was breathing heavily, his hands moving to her knees and tracing gentle circles over them with his thumbs. She looked down at her dress, the way it shimmered and shined, and brought her hands up carefully. The young man went perfectly still as they paused at the loose flowing collar. Leni hesitated for only a second before digging her fingers beneath the material and slowly pulling it down.
>His eyes went wide as saucers, too stunned even to blink in case he might miss something, as she drew the silk low over the soft, pale skin of her neck...
>Over her chest. ..
>And then, at last, below her breasts.
>Lincoln's breath hitched as his sister revealed her body to him. The electric, reckless thrill of finally exposing herself in that way to the boy she loved seemed to last only for a moment, however, as she soon hesitated. Leni crossed her arms below her chest, as though she was cold, or perhaps to make it seem bigger.
>She looked away self-consciously as Lincoln stared at her. Was his big sister insecure about the size of her breasts? He gulped, pushing himself up on the bed by his elbows.
>His eyes flicked up from the pink-capped mounds to her face, the blonde still not meeting his gaze. Neither of them moved for a while, Leni shutting her eyes as she tried to keep from trembling, but just when she almost started to admonish him for not saying anything, Lincoln leaned in and kissed her naked skin.
>Leni immediately yelped, her hands flying over his shoulders in surprise, inadvertently raking his back with her fingernails as she struggled not to fall over. His hands moved up her legs, feeling her panties through the dress as his thumbs rose to hold her just beneath her ribs. Her mouth opened in a wordless scream as Lincoln steadied her forcefully, his lips kissing first one of her perfect pink nipples, then the other.
>Leni's tense fingers moved up his back to tangle in his hair again, the young woman not sure whether to drag his mouth away or pull it against her body harder. He didn't give her the choice, shaking them off and then throwing his hips to send her tumbling to the side of the bed. He rolled over her instantly
>This time Leni did scream, quite loudly in fact, as Lincoln captured one of the peaks between his lips and began dragging his tongue against it. Her arms moved back to hug his head as she tried futilely to dictate his pace, but the young man would have none of it. He sawed his front teeth against the nub, as gently as he could, but when she shut her eyes and felt the familiar chip of her little brother's tooth graze against her sensitive flesh her hips flew up instinctively and she moaned.
>Lincoln's hands moved from her back down to her legs to hold her against the bed as the young woman threatened to buck them both off. He hissed as she ground her pussy, her core swelteringly hot through the thin material of her dress, against his crotch.
>When Leni began to feel the hard lump in his pants against her, their clothes the only thing separating his stiff cock from her virgin girlhood, she instantly went quiet. Her body felt tight and nervous, but also desperately yearning. Lincoln's mouth moved from her breasts down to her ribs, fluttering kisses on them over her soft skin, then bent lower, kissing her shallow, perfect bellybutton as the young woman trembled. His hands drifted down her legs again, grabbing her naked feet as innocently and lovingly as he did when he was making sure she wasn't too chilly. He squeezed her toes and the familiar feeling, in this new erotic context, gave her a wicked thrill.
>"Lincoln, please..." Leni mewled pitifully as his lips pecked down from her bellybutton to her pelvis, over the material of her dress.
>"Please what?" Her little brother smirked, pulling away and smiling at her like she had to him. Her eyes were wide and dewy with keening, barely controlled lust, and she twisted her hips against his as if that would make their clothes disappear.
>"P-please." She repeated a little more firmly, certain that Lincoln would take her meaning.
>He did. His hands released her feet to rise up slowly over the crumpled collar of her dress, now bunched up around her waist, and began dragging it down her body. She stiffened and shut her eyes, lifting her butt off the bed just a bit to make it easier for him. It was a needless gesture. Lincoln would have torn the expensive gown right off of her hips if it hadn't pulled away quickly enough. He could feel his mouth water as each new titillating inch of his sister's skin was revealed, feeling like his body was on fire, or his mind was, as he finally and truly gave in to his own selfish desires. She was so sweet and loving and generous with everyone. The perfect girl. And now she was his.
>He was going to taste her.
>At last the dress was around her knees, but when Leni moved to kick it off he held her legs together. She looked up at him, puzzled, but Lincoln smirked. His fingers danced over her stomach and she hissed as she felt his finger hook on the waistband of her soft green panties.
>"Lincoln?" She asked a little nervously, before he began dragging those off too. Leni's hands flew over her face to hide her furious blush, but she couldn't stop herself from peeking through her fingers to study her little brother's reaction to her. As her naked, bare pussy was exposed and she watched his breath go shallow with obvious longing, her own lust began to pool at the pit of her stomach.
>"Lincoln." She repeated warningly, her tone becoming a little more stern at the hunger shining through in his expression, but he wasn't listening to her anymore. The young man brought his face in close, his sister's panties tangled up with her dress at her knees. She couldn't get away from him. All she could do was squirm as she felt his warm breath roll over her soaked womanhood, making her dizzy with mixed fear and expectation.
>"Lincoln!" Leni finally squealed, hands jumping forward to try and stop him, but it was too late. He pressed his lips against her clit and gave it the same tender kiss he'd given her breasts, and Leni's toes curled as she felt her sudden climax crash over her, nearly shattering her fragile mind as years of pent-up lust and desire were, without warning, gratified. Her fingers curled in his hair again, trying to pull him away, but her brother ignored her, lashing his tongue insistently against the fleshy little bean. This time when she felt his chipped tooth brush against the delicate button of nerves between her legs, she wailed like a banshee, struggling madly to disentangle herself from her little brother's trap and lock her ankles around his head.
>Lincoln smiled as he felt her buck against his mouth, the feeling of his thumb circling around her inner thigh making her want to cry with desperation, but he didn't let up. If anything he became more insistent, his mouth traveling down from her clit to press against her womanhood, pushing his tongue into her burning depths as his hands fell over her stomach, his index finger gently rubbing a circle over where her womb would be as his thumb played with her love button again.
>Leni screamed, nearly in tears as her peak was forcibly extended, her fingernails digging into his scalp almost hard enough to draw blood.
>Her little brother simply continued to happily drink down her nectar as, after what seemed like an eternity, she finally began to descend from her breathtaking climax. She continued writhing weakly against his face all the while. He could feel her essence dripping over his tongue. She tasted good, like he'd expected her to taste.
>Like flowers and kaleshakes.
>When her orgasm finally ebbed, Leni laying limp against the bed as she desperately tried to breathe through the sparks that felt like they were dancing through her brain, she raised her tired eyes to look at him.
>Lincoln only gave her a smirk, wiping the dew from his chin just like she had.
>The blonde growled, hard and animalistically enough that the young man couldn't help but recoil a little in surprise. His smugness evaporated as her hands suddenly flew towards him, wrapping around the back of his neck and using it to pull herself up roughly from the bed and push her forehead right up against his.
>"Is that how you did it with Mary?" His big sister asked, still breathless but with an obvious, dangerous edge to her voice. Her expression was unreadable. She was smiling, but it didn't seem like a friendly smile. Her little brother found himself suprised and nervous, taken off-guard.
>"W-what?" He stammered. Leni growled again, the sound coming from deep within her chest. Her eyes roamed over his face, as if she was looking for something, and her breathing sped up as she got her second wind.
>"I said..." She repeated, dipping closer to lick some of the essence that he'd missed off his chin, before immediately shoving her tongue into his mouth. Lincoln's eyes widened as the blonde finished kicking off her dress and panties, her legs clamping around his waist like a vice as she suddenly flipped the two over again, ankles locking behind his hips.
>His big sister rubbed her soaked, naked pussy against the lump in his pants as her hand yanked hard against his belt, the young man squeaking as she nearly pulled him up off the bed with it. It flew out of the loops easily and she tossed the leather strap aside, her fingers next lunging for the front button of his slacks as he tried to squirm away.
>"L-Leni, calm down!" He panicked as she tore open his fly, disturbed at his sister's apparent anger. Her fingers slipped under his pants and underwear and yanked them both down at once. In his unthinking fear he moved to pull them back up, but before he could Leni's hand found his member. Lincoln yelped as she gave it a sudden experimental jerk, one that wasn't gentle, and he winced in pain.
>It happened so quickly he almost didn't see it, but at that moment, just for a second, his sister's mask of bravado slipped. Her eyes flicked up to stare at his face with fright at having hurt him before falling back on his penis.
>Her hand trembled and she just sat there, unsure what to do.
>Lincoln blinked, the panic slowly leaving him as he began to intuit Leni's true feelings.
>Neither of them moved for a while until, finally, he reached out to her. His big sister's whole body jolted as he touched her wrist, and she stared at him like a deer in headlights. She tried to stay calm, to appear in control, but Leni's worries finally surfaced on her face. Her previously confident demeanor faltered as she struggled not to let her lip tremble, and she slowly released him from her grasp, bringing her hand to rest on her lap as she uncoiled her legs from him.
>"I...I don't really know what I'm doing right now." She admitted with a sad, wistful smile, not looking at him.
>There was a quiet, awkward stretch of silence before his sister suddenly piped up again.
>"I'm sorry, Lincoln!" She mewled plaintively, her expression twisting with embarassment and regret. "I know you've always liked the tough, experienced type. Mary. Ronnie-Anne. I thought you'd like me better if I...if I acted like I totes knew about this sort of stuff." The girl gave a short, harsh laugh and brought a hand up to hide her face from him, mortified at being found out in her little act of pretend.
>"I'm so pathetic." She moaned miserably, Lincoln still not saying a word. "You're my baby brother and you've got all this experience. T-that thing you just did? That was amazing. I'm your big sister and I've never even...I don't even know how to..." Leni sighed, letting her shoulders sag.
>She almost didn't notice when Lincoln rose from the bed to take her in his arms. Leni's eyes widened as she felt him circle his hands across her naked lower back, resting his cheek on her shoulder.
>"Lincoln?" She asked curiously.
>"I'm sorry, Leni." Her little brother murmured against her skin, not looking at her. He was too ashamed to. He was finally realizing how thoughtless he'd been all that time. How his actions, the way he'd stubbornly chosen to deal with his feelings, had affected the girl he'd had those feelings for.
>"I should have waited, like you did. Or...been braver. More honest, sooner. I don't know." Lincoln sighed as he realized he was talking in circles and pulled his head back from her shoulder to look into her eyes. They were as open and innocent as ever, two flawless blue gems staring expectantly at him. There had never been any lies in Leni. Nothing was ever anybody else's fault. His heart ached as he stared at her. "I wish I..." He hesitated. "I wish this was something we could share with each other." He whispered sadly.
>After a long stretch of silence, both their expressions hopelessly sincere, he was surprised as his sister suddenly began to giggle. She stopped her sniffling for a bit to rub a finger over her upper lip, then gave another laugh and shut her eyes. Eventually he joined her. He could think of nothing else to do. When you couldn't cry, all there was left to do was laugh.
>Soon enough they got it all out of their systems and she quieted down again, pushing her forehead against his, her arms resting on his shoulders as she gently hugged him back. Lincoln stared at her through her blonde bangs, getting lost in those eyes, before she finally answered him.
>"I guess neither of us did things right." Leni sighed, emotionally exhausted.
>"I guess not." He agreed.
>They shared a long, quiet moment together, neither saying anything and instead just basking in the intimate, unguarded honesty of it all. Lincoln didn't know much time they spent that way, or which of them made the first move after that.
>Soon enough Leni was laying herself back on the bed as he gently helped her down. His eyes roamed over her naked form, taking in every detail at his leisure now that they'd both calmed down a bit, and his big sister couldn't help but shiver under his roving eyes.
>"S-stop staring, Lincoln..." She whined, then gave a shudder as without warning her little brother kissed her softly on her flat tummy.
>"You're the most beautiful girl in the world." He reminded her. She blushed but didn't reply, contenting herself with giving him a small, earnest smile.
>Lincoln took a deep breath as he at long last lined his penis up between his sister's legs, the head accidentally prodding her lips. She gave a nervous hiss, but her ankles locked around him regardless, instinctively urging him on.
>"Sorry," he apologized softly. Leni shook her head.
>"You don't know how long I've wanted this." She assured him.
>Lincoln took another breath, which his big sister mimicked carefully, her eyes flicking down to what little space remained separating the two.
>His head at last pressed against her entrance. Leni gasped as he, slowly, began to force himself into her soaked, swelteringly hot womanhood. He shut his eyes as he waited for her to cry out in pain.
>Instead, she gave a low groan, her back arching as inch after inch of her younger brother's cock sank into her tight little pussy. She was so wet, and ready, and pliant, that the resistance he was expecting never came. He just...slipped into her. Like a key into a lock. His earlier oral ministrations had apparently done quite a bit to prepare her for him, and it seemed Leni's body had been awaiting him as impatiently as the girl herself.
>The young blonde too had been warned by their big sister to expect it to hurt when she finally lost her virginity. That it was just something girls had to put up with the first time. But somehow it just, well, didn't.
>All she could feel was a deep sense of satisfaction, of fullness, as her little brother finally bottomed out inside her. She stared at where the two were connected, then raised her eyes to peer into his. He was looking for reassurance, and she gave it happily.
>"I'm going to start moving now, Leni." Lincoln offered, more a question than a statement.
>The young woman nodded.
>The sensation of his big sister's inner walls enveloping him wasn't really something he could put into words. Any way he might have described it would have paled compared to the actual feeling, wouldn't have done it justice. It felt warm, and wet, and tight and...right. His instincts cried out at him to throw himself against her, fuck her hard, every nerve in his body was screaming at him desperately to do so. But as he watched Leni's shoulders tremble while she tried to get used to the feeling of her little brother stretching her, Lincoln forced himself to do things right.
>He began by pulling out slowly, so much so it almost ached. Leni's pussy clung to him, her sheath sticking to the sensitive skin of his cock, so welcoming and perfect that the feeling of it peeling away from him as he leaned back drew a whine from deep in his chest. Her heels were crossed behind his butt and she seemed to be unconsciously resisting, trying to stop her little brother from sawing even a single inch of his cock out of her clenching womanhood. It was a struggle in more ways than one.
>Still, the young man persevered, maintaining the gentle motion until only the head of his dick still rested inside her. Leni watched his hips pull back, biting her lip when he was almost all the way out and releasing a long, frustrated exhale as the joyful fullness was replaced by an unpleasant feeling of emptiness and need she discovered was what she'd been feeling every second of every day before that moment.
>That's when she realized that the instant she'd felt the satisfaction of her little brother's cock nestled fully inside of her pussy, head flush against the mouth of her womb, that had become her new normal. That was the blonde girl's new feeling of 'right', her new complete, her new happy, and everything else from now on would be either wrong or, at best, not as good.
>She stopped reflecting on those feelings long enough to stare at his now bared shaft, still glistening with her juices, with wonder, as if surprised that all of that had fit in her just a moment ago. Her eyes flicked up to stare into his and he gave her as reassuring a smile as he could as he warred with his own base instincts not to just rut his sister then and there.
>Still, as drenched as it was with her nectar, Lincoln couldn't help but notice the drops of blood along his cock, even with the room illuminated only by moonlight.
>His fear of causing Leni pain was blunted only by the dull realization that this was the first time he'd ever taken a girl's virginity. He felt a fresh wave of shame wash over him, but was surprised to discover that what bothered him the most wasn't what he'd just done. Having sex with Leni felt right, undeniably so, and all the misgivings scorched into him about such an act couldn't change that.
>What upset Lincoln was the knowledge that his big sister had saved herself for him all this time while he was off lying to himself, spending his time with girls that he now realized he didn't love and he was pretty sure didn't love him. And during all this she simply spent her time alone in her apartment, longing for him.
>Missing him, he realized. His stomach gave a guilty lurch.
>In that, though, he at least discovered some comfort. His eyes found Leni's again and, perhaps still being a little drunk with the intimacy of it all, somehow wordlessly tried to transmit what he was thinking to her. She smiled at him, and as he pulled up great fistfuls of their bedsheets on either side of her to stop himself from lunging back inside the wonderful grip of her body, Leni's hands fell over his and squeezed happily.
>She understood. Everything they'd done up until this point, Lincoln had experienced before. He'd been kissed. He'd given girls head. He'd gotten grinded on. And, yeah, he'd had sex.
>But he had never made love. This was the first time.
>"Go ahead, Lincoln." His sister whispered softly, her thumb rubbing his wrist. "Do it."
>His heart clenched at even the idea of hurting her. He couldn't imagine anything that could dampen his arousal faster. But even with the knowledge that she'd be tender, that he'd just pierced her maidenhead and should give her time to recover, Lincoln was already barely hanging on. The feeling of her pussy lovingly squeezing against his head the entire time, as though trying to coax him back inside, had worn away whatever was left of his self-control. He gave in and pushed his hips forward, sinking back into the blissful depths of her body as she gave a quiet hiss, of pain or pleasure he didn't know.
>Lincoln shut his eyes and began to pump his hips rhythmically, each new push forcing a new sound out of his big sister. 'Eep', 'ahh', 'ooh', and all the while her long legs circled tighter around him, 'till soon enough he wasn't sure whether he was screwing Leni or Leni was screwing him as her heels spurred him to go harder and deeper.
>The blonde was in ecstasy. Every time he bottomed out, mashing his pelvis against hers, his cock would push that little button inside her, deep at the pit of her stomach, and she'd go wild. Rather than dousing the need she felt, it only seemed to excite her more. The young fashion designer had always been a person driven more by emotion and instinct than logic, and as her little brother rocked his body steadily against hers, the desires she'd long sought to resist and he tried to deny finally fulfilled, she was feeling herself reach heights she didn't even know existed.
>Lincoln, for his part, was barely hanging on. He'd never considered himself a bad lover, and even when his old girlfriends were mad at him that hadn't been something they'd ever accused him of. But Leni was so hot and wet, her insides like living velvet, massaging his cock with what almost felt like tenderness. Each thrust was a struggle not to cum right then and there. It didn't help that he hadn't touched himself at all throughout the earlier attentions he'd showered on her, too focused on making Leni feel good, trying to get her to understand how special she was and how much this meant to him.
>The young man knew now that she was insecure about the other girls that he'd been involved with in his life, and he'd hoped that he could somehow make her understand, physically, that she was the one he loved. That she'd always been the one, whether he'd had the courage to admit it or not.
>But that had had the effect of leaving him on the edge, and he simply wasn't prepared for how absurdly hungry her body was for him. He could feel himself almost vibrating with eagerness at the incredible sensations as her pussy mercilessly tried to milk his cock. Lincoln bit his lip hard, hoping the pain would dull the pleasure enough to make him last a bit longer and make this the kind of experience Leni deserved. He shut his eyes and focused on the feeling of his teeth digging into his skin, his thrusts slowing just a little as he tried to pull himself back from the brink.
>That's when he felt something soft and warm brush against the side of his face. He opened his eyes in surprise to see his big sister gently smiling at him, her hand cupping his cheek. There was something in her expression, something glittering in her eyes. It made his heart stir.
>"Don't do that." She admonished, still beaming at him, seemingly totally content with the moment.
>"But I..." He gulped, pulling his body back and forcing himself to freeze as he felt himself almost lose control. "I-I can't hold back otherwise, Leni. It feels too good." He gave a careful inhale, as if afraid that that alone would be enough to overcome his resolve. "You're gonna make me cum."
>His words seemed to pierce the young woman with delight, his sister shutting her eyes and sighing, almost gasping in joy. He grit his teeth as she started to writhe, grinding her body against his even as he tried to hold back and recompose himself.
>"You're so silly, Linky." The young blonde suddenly rose from the bed, waist bending up towards him as her arms wrapped around his shoulders. Lincoln shut his eyes and groaned weakly as that sent another round of vibrations and spasms from her lithe, thin body down to his sensitive penis.
>"If you want to cum," She began, and he blinked his eyes open as he suddenly felt his sister's breath against his face. He stared at her as she fixed him with a devilish, cheshire grin. "Then just cum."
>"Leni, we can't." He whined hopelessly.
>The young woman took a deep breath, batting her eyes at him for the second time that night. "Cum inside me, Linky." She insisted. And then, the magic word again. "Please?"
>With that, she kissed him, and Lincoln felt the last of his resolve melt away. "Oh God," He moaned as he felt her smile against his mouth, nipping gently at his bottom lip and tenderly running her tongue over where he'd bit into it. Her pussy clutched at his cock and he finally snarled, wrapping his arms around her lower waist and pushing her down against the mattress as he threw caution to the wind and truly began to fuck his older sister.
>Leni moaned into his mouth as her little brother started to jackhammer her, his hips pummeling into hers with desperation. Her delicate body was driven into the expensive egyptian sheets as Lincoln pressed himself against her hard, fingers suddenly digging into her perfect ass. Leni yelped and he took the opportunity to start sucking on her small pink tongue, and that's when the blonde started to realize she might have bit off more than she could chew.
>She was totally helpless, all of her senses overwhelmed as her younger brother pounded her relentessly. The bedsprings squeaked loudly beneath them as the two siblings rutted each other.
>"Oh God, Lincoln!" She moaned with half-lidded, fuck-drunk eyes, not sure if she wanted him to stop or keep going.
>He didn't answer her, instead shoving himself deeper into her overstuffed pussy. Every time he bottomed out his precum-slick cockhead bumped into her cervix, making the young blonde practically hiss with lust. He quickly felt her heels cinch around his waist again.
>"Fuck me!" She suddenly demanded, eyes wide and wild as they stared into his, something primal inside of her finally surfacing. "Fuck me like you fucked those sluts!"
>She gave a long moan as her little brother responded by twisting his hips, grinding his cock into the deepest recesses of her cunt as his fingers left marks on her pale skin, holding her in place. Leni almost screeched.
>"Oh God, Lincoln! I've wanted this for so long!" She squirmed at the end of his cock, pinned down beneath him. The sweat ran down both their bodies, the passion and heat of their lovemaking warming up the room around them, making the air hot, muggy, as they looked for each other's lips. Lincoln kissed her and she rubbed her tongue against his, humping back at him instinctively as best she could from underneath him. His sister broke from the kiss with an excited, delirious laugh.
>"You're really fucking me! I can't believe it!"
>"Leni, I'm-" He tried to speak, the dam inside him beginning to crack.
>"I love you so much, Lincoln! I waited so long! I'm so happy! I love you! I love you!" She interrupted him heedlessly, by now totally in the grip of her own ecstasy.
>"Leni!" Lincoln yelled, feeling his resistance crumble in earnest. "I'm really going to cum!"
>Her ankles locked around him in response, his sister dredging up more of that hidden strength of hers. He wasn't sure if she could even hear him, and despite his best efforts he couldn't get his body to stop rocking against the perfect, greedy heat of her clutching pussy.
>"Leni!" He yelled, almost in tears as he felt himself fall totally victim to his own low instincts. "I'm not wearing a condom! You have to let me pull out!" He was struggling to dismiss her earlier demand that he cum inside her as dirty talk, for both their sakes.
>"FuckmeLincolnfuckmeLincolnfuckmeLincoln!" The young blonde babbled incoherently, lost in her own little world, her mind having no room for anything but the incredible sensations coursing through her. Her arms reached out and hugged his head, forcing his face against her chest. Lincoln tried to talk but it just made his rough lips brush against her nipples, making the blonde laugh with delight. Lincoln could taste her sweat, could feel himself getting drunk off it. He began to instinctively suck and lick at her breasts between words.
>"P-please..." He begged miserably, feeling like an animal caught in some kind of perverse milking machine, with no way to escape.
>"Do it, Linky." She suddenly drew in close and whispered into his ear, her hips rising off the bed to meet his so that his cock, now liberally weeping precum, was pushed as far into her as it could go, practically wedged against the entrance to her womb. Her voice came out a lot clearer now, even as breathless as she was, and it made Lincoln's blood turn cold as he realized she was fully in her right mind.
>"Make me a mommy." Leni drawled ecstatically. "Give your big sister your baby~"
>"Oh fuck..." The white haired young man moaned hopelessly against her chest, the vibrations only making her hornier, as his sister's words pushed him over the edge. He felt his balls lurch up in his sac as his orgasm finally arrived and he began to squirt teaspoon after teaspoon of his rich, potent seed directly into the mouth of Leni's womb. He tried to pull out after the first few but she just pressed herself against him more firmly, her arms locking around his shoulders as she moaned into his ear. The sound, the heat, the smell, the taste, it just made him cum harder, until eventually he was pounding into her pussy of his own volition while his semen surged out of her overfilled cunt and dripped down her ass, over their expensive sheets.
>As Leni felt her little brother's cock flex to force his seed deeper into her slender body, her own orgasm arrived as if that's what it had been waiting for the entire time. Lincoln had at first tried to hold himself back, then tried to make her climax with him, but the blonde knew she wouldn't be happy until she felt her little brother's thick white cum drench that fire at the pit of her belly.
>Her toes curled as she felt her his sperm pool deep in her fertile womb, her eager girlhood squeezing everything it could out of him until he moaned as his dick gave spent, empty spasms into her tiny pussy.
>When his semen began to overflow out of her she smelled it in the muggy air, all while her own pleasure jolted through her brain, and she suddenly had a crystal clear flash of a time when the two were younger. Just kids.
>Leni had been cleaning Lincoln's room after their mom asked her to, her naughty little brother having snuck out of the house that day before doing his chores, and accidentally knocked over his wastebasket. A couple of wadded up balls of tissue were sent tumbling over the carpet.
>She hadn't heard him blowing his nose.
>When the young girl, in her innocent curiosity, picked them up to see what they were and felt how warm each was, the salty white goo hidden inside soon began dripping over and between her fingers. She should have been grossed out, but she wasn't. Instead, not knowing where exactly the idea had come from, Leni brought her hand near her small, delicate nose and sniffed the stuff.
>As she'd inhaled that scent, so rich she could almost taste it, felt the texture of it on her skin, her mouth had watered and she'd felt that quiet, nervous squeeze deep between her legs that all young women eventually do, for the very first time in her life.
>The sudden memory sizzled in her mind, the satisfied blonde laughing smokily as the pleasure overwhelmed her. She distantly felt it as her little brother let himself collapse on top of her body, his arms failing to hold him up as the last of his strength drained away. He stared up at her hopelessly from between her breasts as her legs just gripped him tighter while she spasmed in the grip of her own orgasm, her body still unwilling to give him up.
>"Leni..." He begged, her pussy still rhythmically massaging his shrinking, oversensitive cock.
>"Linky..." She answered dreamily, small hands reaching down to rub her thumbs over his sweaty, freckled shoulders as she stared at him adoringly. Both of their bodies practically glowed, the perspiration on them catching the moonlight from above.
>Lincoln groaned as his big sister at last released him and he fell bonelessly at her side.
>The two siblings took deep, ragged breaths as they tried to find their way back to reality after the peak they'd shared. The sheets beneath them were so covered with their combined sweat, cum, and honey that they were practically soaked.
>Lincoln, responsible young man that he was, had a fleeting notion of replacing them before the smell soaked into the mattress, but he couldn't even imagine gathering the strength to crawl to the closet to try and find new ones and the thought of calling the front desk and then having to deal with Ossu waggling his eyebrows at him was more than he could bear. He felt far, far too fragile for that right now.
>He was spent. More spent than he'd ever been in his life. It felt like his big sister's body had charged him interest for not making love to her all those years sooner like she'd wanted. Lincoln had dumped so much of himself into Leni's now well-satisfied womb that it was a wonder he still had enough fluid left in his body to keep his blood circulating, and he'd climaxed so hard he was pretty he'd burned out his brain's ability to do complex math. His eyes drifted down to watch a river of his thick, pearly sperm running out from between his sister's perfect legs.
>Lincoln wanted to panic, or scream, or scold her for not letting him pull out, but he simply didn't have the strength. He just stared down blearily at Leni's freshly fucked pussy. The young man shook his head and sighed, tiredly wrapping his arms around her stomach.
>Lincoln hugged his big sister's waist to his chest and, after only a moment of hesitation, let himself doze off. They could deal with it tomorrow.
>For her part, Leni hummed happily as she hugged her little brother's head against her breasts. In this position, with Lincoln's legs hanging past the bottom of the mattress so he seemed shorter than her, it was almost like they were kids again. Like they were back home and the white haired boy was snuggling up with her in her bed during a cold Michigan night. Leni smiled as she lovingly ran her fingers through his sweat soaked hair, the young man taking deep, steady breaths as he slept.
>She was afraid to close her eyes. Afraid to sleep. Afraid that if she did then when she woke up it would all have been just a dream. Some amazing dream that'd doom her to having to make an urgent doctor's appointment for fear she'd lose her mind with grief.
>That the smell of eggs cooking would wake her up just like they always did and she'd have to face her little brother, cheeks flushed, hands behind her hiding her ruined sheets (again).
>So instead she hummed to him. She sang. She did everything she could to stay awake as long as possible, feeling Lincoln's body cool and his sweat dry against her bare chest over the next hour. She tried to resist the creeping darkness, tried to stretch the moment out forever, but eventually exhaustion overcame her, and she dozed off peacefully next to her sweetly yawning younger sibling. The warmth he radiated kept any nightmares she might have otherwise suffered far, far away.
>It really had been a great show.
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