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Shadow of his Heart: Oops All Smut!	By : Catspeaker Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 6892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Lincoln’s red suv rumbled along the freeway heading directly south early Saturday morning. Traffic was light and the morning sun was breaking through the light cloud cover, making a beautiful, picturesque landscape for the drive.
To Lincoln right now, however, nothing was more picturesque than his companion sitting next to him in the passenger seat. The very same companion who was clinging to his hand tightly with both of her own, rubbing her slender pale fingers gently back and forth over the top of his palm.
Driving one handed wasn’t really an issue for Lincoln, particularly with how light the traffic was this early, but he did find it somewhat amusing why his companion was holding his hand in such a manner.
“My hands are cold.” She’d said while reaching over to grab one of his.
“Lucy, the heat’s on, you’d warm your hands faster if you just put them up to the vent.” Lincoln replied.
Only for his companion to bring his hand up towards her hooded head, slide it past her raven dark hair, and begin to slowly nuzzle her cheek against the back of his palm. Her skin was as smooth as porcelain, and as soft as silk.
“But then, who would warm your hand my beloved?” Came her reply as the smallest smile graced her lips.
Lincoln smiled back as he spared a glance over towards the girl sitting next to him.
She was beautiful.
She had always been beautiful, but each day she seemed to become more so in his eyes. Each day saw more of her beauty revealed to him, like an artistic masterpiece being illuminated, little by little.
Lucy was clad in clothing for the colder weather, but still distinctly her own unique look. This included an honest to God grey hooded cloak she wore over her grey jacket, currently open revealing a tight fitting long sleeved black turtleneck shirt, a black skirt, and black tights. Lincoln thought the cloak was a bit much. It was a holdover from her days as a child, a style of dress he thought she’d end up eventually discarding, but all she’d done is gotten a bigger one as she’d grown up.
That was Lucy though. His little gothic sister.
Gothic sister and girlfriend he reminded himself.
The girlfriend he was now heading off with for an overnight stay in another city, in another state. A nice date fueled by both a desire to get alone with her, and to make up for his own guilt involving their sister Lynn and certain actions taken last weekend.
Lucy had continued to nuzzle the back of his palm, before she brought it to her black colored lips, and placed a soft kiss upon it. Seeming satisfied, she brought his hand down to her lap, and held it there, giving it a gentle pat.
Lincoln knew she just wanted to hold his hand, and he had absolutely no issues with this. After all, Lucy was such an affectionate creature and when he was honest with himself, he could admit how much he loved that about her.
The Louds in general were affectionate with one another. Some might have thought it was something to do with having so many women in the home, but their father defied gendered expectations with how affectionate he was as well. Even Lisa, the second youngest, genius prodigy that she was, and as logic minded as she could be, still enjoyed the affection from the rest of her family. Lisa would even become depressed when she realized she’d been locked up in her room studying for too long without interacting with any of them. At 12 years old, she still loved the PB and J sandwiches her elder brother made for her. She’d been capable of making them herself for years, but she said they just tasted better when Lincoln made them.
The family knew it was just the way the little genius asked to spend time with him.
There was never any shame in wanting affection or attention from any of your family within the Loud House. Even if some of them might be a little embarrassed about wanting it.
That was most likely why Lincoln needed that affection in his relationships, why Lucy needed it too.
But even if it wasn’t unusual for the Loud family to express their affection and love for one another with frequent hugs and closeness, there was an entirely different type of affection and intimacy that came with a romantic partner, (or in Lincoln and Lucy’s case, not Just family).
Maybe It was the simple casual affection the Loud children witnessed between their mother and father growing up. The way Rita and Lynn Sr would casually slip their arms around each other’s waist whenever standing next to one another. The affectionate glances they gave each other throughout the day. The way they still sat next to one another in the living room when not sitting their children between them.
It was all instructional to those very same children. Lessons that said, ‘this is what a healthy couple looks like. This is the way you’re supposed to treat someone you love’.
The Loud children knew they were lucky to have two Parents who clearly loved one another even after so many years together. It was a model they brought with them into each of their own relationships as they grew older.
But it was just so difficult to express that type of affection with one another under the eyes of their family. Lucy and Lincoln had to be so very careful as to not arouse any suspicion. Particularly now with the way Lola had been speaking of her increasing belief in the ‘inappropriateness’ of Lucy’s relationship with Lincoln.
Living at home, having to sneak around, having to hide those romantic aspects of their relationship, having to squash the overwhelming love she felt for the boy down the hall. It all resulted in a desperate need being built up within Lucy.
The pretty teen goth’s heart was filled with so much affection for the boy who sat next to her, and the inability to physically express it drove her almost crazy at times. There were only so many poems she could write to express her emotions before she needed to express them physically with that boy. She needed to hold his hand, she needed to breathe in his scent, she needed to kiss his lips.
It led to these moments, when they were away from the prying eyes of others, she could finally release all that pent up emotion and affection and shower the love of her life with it.
In all honesty, Lucy doubted she would shower him with any less, even if she could do so openly every day. Lucy was a true romantic, and Lincoln so easily inspired those thoughts, feelings, emotions and desires within her.
Desires, so many desires.
All the desire a young woman possessed. The desire of a teen girl whose body had hit early womanhood, combined with the passionate love she felt for the boy next to her. This combined with growing up on a steady diet of tawdry gothic fiction that was probably meant for an audience older than she had been when she started reading them.
It had taken a while to wear her brother’s defenses down. To make him see her as a woman, and not just his little sister. But the sheer sensuality Lucy was able to muster had eradicated the majority of those reservations her brother was possessed.
Lucy took no small measure of pride in how she had honed her seductive abilities, even if in her mind they were only meant for Lincoln, and Lincoln alone.
As for Lincoln, he may have still had those small reservations, he may have still had that tiny voice in the back of his head, the one that whispered all of this was wrong, all of this would only lead to disaster. But that voice got quieter and quieter every moment that passed when they were alone together. Every time he looked over and saw the sheer state of contentment that rested on Lucy’s lips as she did something as small as holding his hand.
As he stole his glances at her while they drove, even the childhood memories he shared with her seemed to take on a different context. All the times the little morbid girl had begged him to help her with her poetry, to listen as she recited the deep feelings of her heart. Every time she was so happy to look for ghosts with him. All the times they’d read together sitting in his room, cuddled up close. The times he’d held her on the couch when she was younger, and they watched movies together. When he’d let her share his bed when she was scared at night. All the times she had purposefully scared him, because she said he looked cute when he was startled.
It all now seemed as if it had been building to an unspoken promise he had made to her. One that said he would always be in her life, he would always be the one she could confide in, the one that would protect her and her sensitive heart. To never give it reason to break.
As he continued to steal those little glances at her, Lucy slowly looked back from beneath her long bangs and smiled wider, giving a soft girlish giggle.
“Beloved, what is it?”
Lincoln shook his head in response to her question.
“Sorry Luce, it’s nothing. Just, remembering when we were kids.”
Lucy once again brought Lincoln’s hand up to her lips and kissed it tenderly before she responded.
“Lincoln, we’re both still children in the grand view of the time left before us.”
Lincoln smirked and rolled his eyes.
“You know what I mean Lucy.”
Lucy giggled playfully once more, leaned over her seat and placed a kiss on her brother’s cheek.
“I know what you meant beloved, I just wanted to remind you we’re both still in the springtime of our lives…”
She followed her answer by slipping her lips up right to his ear, her warm breath tickling his neck. She slipped her hand down over his thigh, caressing as she whispered…
“We’ve just reached the point we can enjoy the games of summer too.”
She bit his ear softly, pulling back on his lobe. Lincoln gasped, one of his eyes closing as he forced himself to focus on the road. Once again, he was thankful for the light traffic.
But Lucy wasn’t finished. She kissed his neck next and continued to speak in that soft sensual whisper that was reserved only for him.
“Big brother, would you like your little sister to pleasure you while we make our way to this romantic get-away you planned?”
Lincoln’s eyes went a little wide, his cheeks turned red, and he couldn’t stop the slightly goofy grin which came over his features, even as he responded in a shaky voice. He knew exactly what she was offering.
“Honey, as awesome as that sounds, you really don’t have to do that.”
Lucy pouted, but inwardly she smiled. Lincoln was still embarrassed about using that pet name with her, but it always slipped out when his raw emotion spilled forth involving her. She loved drawing those moments out of him.
“I know I don’t have to beloved, but I like to.”
Lincoln sighed, grinned and then gently slipped his hand free from her grasp, brought it up and pushed her playfully back into her seat. Of course, this meant his hand made contact with her soft chest, and Lucy was all too aware of the way his fingers closed around her right breast, giving it a firm squeeze even as he was pressing her back to her seat. Her brother was trying to resist her charms, but she knew she’d certainly put him in the mood.
“Luce, it’s not that I don’t want it. It’s more I don’t want to end up crashing into another car or driving off the side of the road because all I can focus on is how good you’re making me feel.”
Lucy continued to hold that Cheshire grin. Her brother’s words filling her with so much pride.
“Lincoln, tell me more.”
Lincoln had, reluctantly released his grip on that soft pillowy chest he’d become so fond of and now had both of his hands on the wheel. He glanced back over towards her.
“Tell you more of what?”
Lucy continued to smile.
“Tell me how good I make you feel beloved. Tell me how beautiful you think I am, how sensual. Tell me the dark secrets of your heart when it comes to how you feel about your little sister now.”
Lincoln looked back towards Lucy once more. Her smile had increased, but had taken on a level of shyness, bashfulness in the face of the request she had just made. He sighed and for a brief moment, despite being on the road and the danger inherent, he closed his eyes and bumped his head softly atop the steering wheel, an embarrassed look on his face.
“Lucy….”
“Please Lincoln!” came her reply, as she almost begged, bringing her hands up, flat together as if in prayer, looking to him. She continued, “Please beloved, show me the poetry I know rests in your own heart.”
Lincoln flicked his eyes in her direction once more, seeing that beatific shy smile. How could he ever say no to that?
Another sigh, rolling his head back, Lincoln gave in, as he always did when it came to his sisters.
“When I lay in bed now, it feels empty. It doesn’t feel right, without you in it next to me. When I wake up in the morning and you’re not there, it feels wrong. It’s like my body knows you’re supposed to be next to me, you’re supposed to be the person I fall asleep with and wake up with.”
He looked back at her again, this time he noticed the deep blue of her eye, peeking through her bangs, completely focused on him and nothing but him.
Lincoln continued.
“When we’re not together, you’re almost all I think about. All I can do is wait until the next time I get to see you. Every time I see something I like, or think you’ll like, all I can do is get excited waiting to talk to you about it. When I’m with you, I feel like nothing bad can happen, that I can take on anything because you’re with me.” He gave a soft groan of frustration before he continued, “And when you’re not with me, you haunt my dreams and my waking hours.”
Lucy giggled girlishly despite her typical flat affect, “Now that was poetic Lincoln. Specifically, the haunting part. I promise you my love if I die, I’ll haunt you until you can join me in the great beyond.”
Lincoln even found himself smiling at that, “Oh, so I’d have the cool eerie ghost girlfriend following me around everywhere? Making people think I’m crazy? That sort of thing?”
Lucy laughed softly, “Yes Lincoln, exactly like that. When the family came to visit you in your disheveled lonely state telling you it was time to move on, I’d make sure to cause just enough trouble around them, to make them start to wonder themselves. But nothing that could confirm it for them.”
Lincoln gave a soft huff, “I guess I’d have to get used to not being able to have sex anymore.”
Lucy fired back with a matter-of-fact tone, “And why would you think that, Lincoln? Just because I’d passed from the light of life and into the shadow of death as a spirit doesn’t mean I wouldn’t still blow your mind and your body regularly my love.”
Lincoln laughed again, “So I’d get all the ghost sex I wanted huh?”
Lucy smirked, “Of course beloved, death would not stop me from performing my wifely duties for you.”
Lincoln turned once again to look at her, one eyebrow raised, still smirking, “Wifely duties Luce? Wifely duties…”
Lucy only grinned, reached over and took his hand from the steering wheel once more. She dragged it over to her chest, placing his hand right between those soft pillows. Lincoln’s fingers opened and squeezed on instinct, he groaned in appreciation. She went on.
“Yes, my wifely duties. Lincoln, it’s a wife’s duty to see to her husband’s carnal needs. To make sure he never has cause to stray, knowing what he has waiting for him back home.” Lucy slowly removed her brother’s hand from between her heavy tits and brought his finger up to her lips.
Delicately she kissed his first fingertip, then slowly extended her wet warm tongue, sliding it around up to his first knuckle.
Lincoln shivered, his teeth gritting together briefly. When he responded, his voice was almost in a whine of his own.
“Lucy…”
Lucy sucked further down his finger, to the second knuckle, her tongue swirling around it as if it was the most delicious candy.
Lincoln could barely concentrate as she slowly withdrew the digit from her lips, making a soft moan of pleasure and satisfaction as she did. When his finger had left her mouth, she stopped and placed a kiss on the tip.
The symbolism was not lost on Lincoln.
“Wifely duties Lincoln.” Came Lucy’s next words, before she added, “Just as you’re to fulfill husbandly duties.”
Lincoln had a near full body flush at this point. It was getting harder and harder for him not to take Lucy up on the offer she had given him earlier. Everything he could do to not pull off the side of the road and take advantage of the spacious room he had in the back of his vehicle.
He prepared a question he already knew the answer to, unable to keep his own growing desire from his voice.
“And what are my Husbandly duties Mrs. Loud?”
Lucy grinned as a shiver ran down through her core. Her brother had just referred to her as Mrs. Loud, sure she already had the last name, but the Mrs. part had her already fantasizing of their future together.
“I’m sure you already know the answer to that Lincoln, but I’ll elucidate it for you, just in case. Those duties include loving me, giving me your devotion, and making me the most important being in your life.”
Lincoln slowly nodded, unable to keep the smirk from his lips, “I can do that Lucy. I know I can do that, you make it pretty easy and enjoyable to do just that.”
“I’m not finished beloved.” Lucy responded quickly.
She hadn’t given him his hand back just yet. Holding it tightly, she brought it down, down between her legs. Sliding it over her thigh, Lincoln’s fingers opened on instinct as she slid his fingers up her skirt, over her black tights, and placed his hand firmly over her mound. Lincoln squeezed, once more his body acting on instinct, knowing what he was grabbing, wanting more of it.
Lucy arched her hips up into his grasp, making sure her brother could feel the heat coming from her, even through the tights she was wearing. Her voice was a sultry purr even in her typical dour voice…
“And, to give me all the dick I could ever want. To fuck me hard, so all I can think about is the next time you’re inside of me. To give it to me, and keep giving it to me, even if I beg you to stop Lincoln. That’s your husbandly duties, to make me a slave to your desires.”
Lincoln couldn’t take it anymore.
He suddenly veered across several lanes, pulled off onto the shoulder of the road and threw the suv in park. When he was finished, he turned and glared at Lucy almost as if he was angry, no it wasn’t anger, it was frustration. His hand had never left her crotch.
Lucy smiled back at him innocently, as if she was completely unaware of what she was doing. It only made Lincoln intent on punishing her further, which was exactly what Lucy wanted.
He didn’t even speak as he unclasped his seatbelt, then reached over and did the same to hers, a growing fire in his eyes. A fire that Lucy had been stoking since they’d began their trip together.
Lucy’s voice had a mock surprise as she watched her brother’s actions eagerly, “Why Lincoln, what ever are you doing my beloveeddd broothe---eeeek!”
Lucy squealed with delight as Lincoln grabbed her about the waist with both arms, pulled her up and carried her into the back of the SUV and on the bench seat behind them. Lucy’s butt made contact with the grey pleather seating, just in time to feel her brother’s hands take hold of both her panties and tights, yanking them down to her ankles with a desperate hunger. Her wet sex exposed, he shimmied up between her legs and began to unclasp and unzip himself.
With his hot hard length free, he wasted no time taking hold of her plump ass and dragging her forward to be speared against his cock. Lincoln would find her hot, wet, and ready by the time he entered her, and the two would rut as only horny teenagers could in the back of the SUV, voices groaning together in a lust filled symphony.
They would go for around 20 minutes before Lucy clenched around him, and unable to hold back Lincoln finished inside of her. Her arms around his neck, his around her waist, and their lips locked together they held one another through their mutual orgasm, shaking in the back seat together.
When their kiss finally broke, they remained so very close, panting, staring into one another’s eyes (as Lucy’s had become visible from the frantic action between the two), a slow grin on both their lips.
Lincoln spoke first, “Lucy…you are the devil.”
Lucy only giggled, grinning wider as she slipped her hands to Lincoln’s shoulders, “I’m your devil Lincoln, and you love it.” She spoke with confidence.
Lincoln gave a slightly sheepish grin in reply and rubbed the back of his head, “Yeah, I can’t deny it Luce. I really, really do.”
The two shared a laugh together again, before leaning in for a brief kiss. They stayed like that, enjoying the warmth of one another’s body for several long moments, sharing an occasional kiss here and there, before they felt it was time to begin cleaning up.
As Lincoln leaned back however, he carried a slight frown. Lucy noticed, a concerned looking coming up over her lips.
“Lincoln, what’s wrong? I know it’s not what we just did.”
Lincoln shook his head, “No, no of course not Lucy. It’s just… you’re sure Haiku has us covered for this right?”
Lucy sighed gently, reaching her hand up and caressing her beloved’s cheek.
“Yes Lincoln, Haiku and Clyde both. If asked, we’re in Lansing today and tomorrow, touring Capital College with the two of them.”
Lincoln still looked a little uncertain, or maybe it was guilty.
“You know Dad slipped me a hundred bucks for this? Thinking we’re both up there touring a college town. He told me to make sure we both had fun.”
Lucy leaned in, placing another quick kiss on Lincoln’s lips.
“And we will my beloved. That’s exactly what this trip is for, isn’t it? The two of us to have fun, our first trip together, completely alone. Father’s money is going to a good cause. I know how much you had to save for this. I couldn’t contribute anything and I’m sorry for that.”
Lincoln frowned to himself again, “I just wish I could take you somewhere better than a Hotel in Toledo.”
Lucy leaned forward, even with her body still entwined with Lincoln’s own. Her arms wrapped around him tightly and she pressed herself into his chest, “That doesn’t matter to me Lincoln. What matters is that you’re taking me anywhere. All I care about is being somewhere alone with you beloved.”
Lincoln’s heart fluttered in his chest. He counted himself so lucky in this moment to have a girl like Lucy. He counted himself so lucky to have been born with her as his sister. He squeezed her tightly.
“How’s Haiku going to convince Clyde to cover for us too?” Lincoln asked a small amount of anxiety in his voice.
Lucy gently shushed him. Placing a kiss on the underside of his chin. She ran her fingers up his back and down again in a soothing manner, “Lincoln, you’re starting to spiral again. It’s okay, it’s all being handled. Just relax my love, this day is supposed to be for us. All I want is to enjoy it with you.”
Lincoln found himself calming down under the tender touch and reassurance of Lucy. She really did seem to calm his turbulent mind and emotions when he came to fear the worst. She had become his safe harbor in the world.
He favored her with a smile, “Okay Luce.” Before he slowly withdrew from her, and then placed his hand over her heart, “But you need to behave yourself for now! I do have things other than having sex planned for us.”
Lucy giggled softly, smirking back at him, “You mean you didn’t plan on us making love Lincoln?”
Lincoln rolled his eyes, “I have plans for that too. It involves the box I told you you’re not allowed to look in.”
Lucy looked intrigued, her eyes darting to the back of the vehicle, where their bags were. A single red rectangular box, like one would get from a clothing boutique waited in the back. A black ribbon atop it. She looked towards Lincoln, still smirking.
“I can’t wait to see what you have planned Lincoln.”
Lincoln gave her his own satisfied smirk, “And I can’t wait to show you Luce, but that has to wait for later.”
Lincoln untangled himself from his sister’s limbs and body, sliding out from between her legs and pulling his jeans and underwear back up, “For now…” he said, then reached forward and booped her nose with his finger, “Behave!”
Section Break
The Hotel that Lincoln had made their reservations at was nothing overly fancy, but it wasn’t a slum by any stretch either. A perfect middle of the road American hotel that was clean, had an indoor pool, and standard room service. Not unlike the hotel they had stayed at for the Anime convention which had seemed like a lifetime ago already.
Or rather, more like the start of a brand-new life, one that neither could have imagined unfolding as it had been.
Of course, this time, the room only had one bed, and more important for Lincoln’s needs that evening, a set of track lightning mounted on sturdy rails hanging from the ceiling. Those rails looked strong enough for what he had in store for his girlfriend. Other than that, this hotel seemed to be following a grey-blue look with its carpet, comforter, and curtains. The bathroom even following a light blue tile scheme.
Lincoln wanted this entire date to show Lucy just how much she meant to him. He wanted to make her the happiest girl in the world and that meant….it meant…
It meant giving in to the darkest urges he’d ever felt. The part of himself that even scared him when his mind went to those places.
He knew it would be what Lucy wanted. He knew it was a part of him that she loved, even as much as he feared it. He just wondered if he would have the guts to go through with what he had in mind, to really unleash that part of himself fully, the one he’d never indulged before, the one he never dared fully entertain for fear of how far he would go.
He was even afraid of possibly going to far with Lucy, and yet when he looked at her, and considered every part of their relationship, he had a feeling it would only be ‘just far enough’ for her.
After the two had checked in, left their bags in the room and grabbed a late breakfast of coffee and donuts at a local donut shop, the next part of Lincoln’s itinerary for their date came up. As the SUV pulled up to a local ice arena not to far from their hotel in downtown Toledo.
As Lincoln threw the suv into park and turned off the engine, Lucy looked across at him, tilting her head curiously.
“Lincoln, are you taking me to a hockey game?”
Lincoln laughed hearing that, shaking his head back at Lucy.
“No Luce, no, I wouldn’t subject you to that.”
Lucy gave a soft laugh of her own before she replied.
“Well, I believe we’ve been dragged to enough Hockey games by Lynn to last us a lifetime. I thought maybe she’d put some form of strange hockey Stockholm syndrome in you, and now you were going to try and give it to me.”
Lincoln snickered and rolled his eyes.
“Okay, I understand you’re not the biggest sports fan, but Hockey games are actually kinda fun. But, no Luce, we’re not going to watch Hockey, or play Hockey.”
Lucy smirked at her brother as she unclasped her seatbelt.
“I still think Lynn brainwashed you into tolerating sports beloved. Forcing you to play them with her, dragging you to so many games with her, and then making you cover all the games she played in High School.”
Lincoln rolled his eyes again but kept smiling.
“You know the only reason I’m not chubby like a lot of dorks are Luce? Cause Lynn forced me to do all that stuff growing up and gave me an appreciation for a small amount of fitness.”
Lucy gave a dramatic sigh, folding her arms looking back towards her brother.
“I suppose I should thank her for helping you achieve a body that’s worthy of your inner spirit my love. But I would adore you all the same, even if you were a little chubby.” Came Lucy’s reply.
Lincoln unfastened his seat belt, leaned over and gave a quick kiss to Lucy’s cheek.
“I know you would, but I’ll still try to keep fit all the same.”
The two got out of the vehicle, and quickly linked up once on the other side. Lucy looping her arm into Lincoln’s as they walked together towards the small stadium rink.
“You still haven’t told me what we’re doing here Lincoln.”
Lincoln looked over at his sister and smiled.
“Ice Skating Luce. I wanted to take you Ice skating, I thought it’d be fun, you and me together.”
Lucy looked up towards her brother, returning his smile.
“I think it sounds fun beloved, but I’m not very good on the ice, you’ll have to help me out.”
Lincoln smirked as he replied, “Don’t worry Honey, I learned from the best.”
Lincoln was pretty sure Lucy was rolling her eyes beneath her bangs, as she sighed out sounding a little frustrated, “Let me guess, Lynn, right?”
Lincoln chuckled as they walked together and shook his head, “Actually it was Lola.”
That almost made Lucy stop in her tracks, surprise on her lips as they entered the building together, “Lola? Really?”
Lincoln nodded, “Of course. Don’t get me wrong, Lynn’s frequent hockey games helped too, but you know if it can be seen as elegant in anyway, Lola went out of her way to master it. Ballet, Ribbon dancing, ball room, tap, and figure skating. She wanted to be little miss snow queen a couple years back and made me practice her ice drills with her non-stop. It paid off though, she won the Pageant.”
Lucy’s brow furrowed beneath her bangs as she seemed to really start taking in the breadth of how much Lincoln had done for her and the rest of her sisters, and just how much that had rubbed off on her brother.
“Just how many hidden talents did you pick up from all of us Lincoln?”
Lincoln chuckled and looked off as if he was trying to run down all the things he had to learn helping his sisters with their own talents, hobbies and interests over the years.
“Let’ see, golfing and management from Lori, what clothes look good from Leni, music history and how to sing from Luna, comedic timing, the best stand up and funny movies from Luan, Lynn drilled every sport and fitness practice known to humanity into me, horror, poetry and funerary practices from you, I already mentioned what I got from Lola, animal care and some basic handy man skills from Lana, a greater understanding of science from Lisa, and well Lily keeps my own skills and hobbies up since we share so many.”
Lucy again found herself taken aback hearing Lincoln list off all the ways her and her sisters had trained and taught him over the years. While it was only now that she was older, she realized perhaps her sisters and she had been a little demanding on Lincoln for his time and attention, the payoff had been him ending up an extremely well-rounded individual.
She looked up and patted his arm gently.
“You’re a man of many skills and talents Lincoln Loud.”
“I had the best teachers.” Lincoln replied, leaning down and giving Lucy a kiss on the top of her head.
The two exchanged their shoes (or boots in Lucy’s case) for a rented pair of ice skates and found themselves out on the ice with several others who’d chosen the Saturday to go out and enjoy themselves in a similar manner. The Stadium was legal sized for hockey games and probably played host to several minor league and hobby teams across the area. On days without games, it was open to the public for play.
Lucy was a little unsteady on her feet, as she stepped out next to Lincoln. He kept his hand in her own as she wobbled slightly.
“Steady now Luce, Steady, I’ve got you.”
Lucy let out a soft squeak of surprise as she almost fell over, Lincoln catching his younger sister, as she fell against him with a soft giggle. He wrapped both arms around her waist as she looked up to him from beneath her hood and dark bangs.
“Well, this feels familiar Lincoln.”
Lincoln smiled down as he slowly slid his hands over Lucy’s arms to her own and took a firm hold, helping her stand up again.
“What, you mean back when we were walking around in Ann Oaks?” Lincoln asked.
Lucy smirked and shook her head, “No Lincoln, it feels more like what you’ve been doing for me all my life.”
Lincoln looked curious before Lucy went on as he gently pulled her along on the ice.
“You’ve always been there for me, always Lincoln. Whenever I needed help, whenever I was scared or uncertain, my big brother was there for me. It’s why I’ve always known this is what I wanted for as long as I can remember. I know it’s a little selfish…” Lucy trailed off, just for a moment, looking away, before she brought her gaze back to her brother again.
“It’s a little selfish of me to want to keep you. I know it is. I don’t want to give you up to someone else. I don’t want to give up the boy whose always been in my life and whose always taken care of me. I just, I just hate the idea of one day needing you, needing you more than anything else again, and you being with someone else. It really makes me feel guilty Lincoln, I want you to know that. It makes me feel terrible when I think of how much I want to keep you all for myself and not let anyone else have you. I feel horrible. I know how selfish it is. But at the same time, I don’t care. I want you. I want you to be there for me. I want you to always be mine. To belong to me forever and ever Lincoln.”
Lucy hadn’t even noticed, but she’d begun to tear up as she poured her heart out to her brother. Crystal blue falling down her cheeks. She sniffled once, then gave an awkward laugh as she realized what she was doing.
Lincoln looked back at her with nothing but warmth and compassion in his eyes… ”Lucy, you’re not selfish to want your big brother in your life. If that was the case, I’d be selfish for always wanting you in my life.”
Lucy pulled on her brother’s hands, sliding forward over the ice so they were right against one another once more. She looked back up, releasing one hand to swiper her bangs away, so she could stare back into the matching blue eyes of her brother, her own still wet with tears.
“No Lincoln, it is. It is selfish to keep you from any other woman. To want you all to myself so you’ll always take care of me. But that’s why I promise, I will be the best girlfriend, the best wife you could ever have. I will always provide you with my love in a cold and cruel world, I will always make sure you never feel alone. I will always be by your side, and always give you my complete devotion.”
Lincoln found himself speechless, overwhelmed by the emotion coming from his little sister. What could he really do in the face of that? In the face of his little sister handing him her very soul. There was only one choice he had, and that was to accept it, and promise to take care of it.
He leaned down and met her lips with his own. The two sliding their hands about each other’s waists, holding one another tightly out on the ice as they gently drifted across it.
Eventually they hit the other side of the arena, and nearly fell over, Lincoln managed to catch them, and they shared a laugh after nearly stumbling. But together, they made sure the other didn’t fall.
Together, they went hand in hand across the ice, sliding into the easy comfort of their relationship, talking of the things they loved, and their plans together.
Lucy didn’t think she could fall even further in love with her brother, but his actions showed her otherwise. She had no idea how much more Lincoln would make her happy in the evening.
Section Break
It was early evening when Lincoln and Lucy returned to their hotel room. After they’d spent a couple hours ice skating together, Lincoln took her out to see a new movie he knew she’d been interested in checking out. It may have been less creative than the ice skating earlier, but Lucy was just as appreciative towards the action all the same.
To Lucy, all that mattered was the special time she was sharing with Lincoln. She was however, looking forward to what the evening was bringing, she knew Lincoln had something planned, something almost particularly wicked for her, and as they got closer and closer to their hotel room, her excitement grew more and more.
When they entered and stripped off their coats and footwear, they took a moment to both flop down on the large king sized bed, and seek one another out on it, curling up in one another’s arms and enjoying the quiet moment alone together.
Lucy leaned forward to place a kiss on her brother’s nose, happily sighing against him as they relaxed.
“Lincoln, when we have our own place, I want us to have a bed just like this one.”
Lincoln rose his eyebrow as he listened, returning her kiss with one of his own to her forehead.
“Sounds good to me Luce. I think growing up with the beds we did, we deserve something nice and big with lots of room to stretch out on.”
Lucy gave a soft purr of affection as she nestled into her brother’s neck, placing another kiss on his skin.
“Mmm, but Lincoln, you have to promise to come over to my side of the bed and hold me anytime I want. You also have to let me come over to your side and hold you anytime I want.”
Lincoln smirked, reached his hand up into his little sister’s hair, and ruffled it playfully, “You’re a spoiled little princess sometimes you know that? You and Lola are way more alike than you realize. Including your secret love of the color pink, and her secret love of the color black.”
Lucy puffed up her cheeks and then pouted cutely at her brother, as if he had said one of the meanest things he ever could to her.
Lincoln just rolled his eyes, even as he heard the whine in Lucy’s voice.
“Linnncooollnnn! Lola and I are nothing alike!”
Lincoln actually laughed, loudly, throwing his head back, one hand going to his forehead. This only made Lucy pout even more cutely at him.
“Oh gosh Luce! You’re not her twin, but you’re both little Princesses who want things your own way, and you’re both even leaders in your respective fields. Lola with the student council, and you with your Mortician’s club. It’s alright though, we’re family, we all have similarities to one another in one way or another. Just look at Lily and I.”
Lucy was still pouting, though of course it was all for show, even as she poked her big brother in the chest, “Lily’s only like you, because you had such a big influence on her growing up, and you spoiled her more than the rest of your sisters.”
Lincoln leaned back with a smile, closing his eyes and looking up towards the ceiling, both his hands coming up behind his head, “What can I say Luce. She’s the baby, I changed her diapers and helped potty train her. You do that to someone you either have to adore them, or resent them after a while. Thankfully I grew to adore her.”
Lucy smiled as she slowly slid herself on top of her brother, her knees sliding to each side of his hips, her hands coming down to his chest as she straddled him, looking down, her long raven hair spilling all about her form, a curtain of black tickling Lincoln’s cheeks.
“What about me though Lincoln? Do you adore me as well?” Lucy asked with a cheeky smile.
Lincoln looked up, brought his right hand out from behind his head and slipped his fingers up and over Lucy’s cheek as he responded softly, “Of course I do Lucy. It’s just a different kind of adoration.”
Lucy brought her hands up, closing them over the one Lincoln had over her cheek. She turned her lips gently to his palm, kissing it twice, holding it against her skin as she gazed back down at him again.
“And just how do you adore me, Lincoln?” Came her next question.
Lincoln smirked, and Lucy saw something she rarely ever saw from Lincoln. His smile, it seemed to almost turn evil. There was something…dark behind it, something sinister, even his voice when he replied, carried an edge to it.
“Take the box we brought with us, go into the bathroom, put on what’s inside, and then I’ll show you…Honey.”
Even the way he said her pet name, there was something different about it, something almost twisted.
It made Lucy’s heart quicken, and her core begin to feel warm. Lincoln’s entire demeanor had changed. As if a switch had been thrown, and now her beloved was showcasing a side she had only seen hints of before. A side that was emerging more and more with each second.
She was getting horny just witnessing it emerge.
She swallowed softly, and nodded, her submissive side responding to that edge in her lover’s voice. Taking what he said as a command more than suggestion.
“Y-y-yes Lincoln.” She responded as a shiver ran down her spine.
He patted her cheek as if she were truly a favored pet, and it made Lucy shiver a top him. Slowly she slid off of him, and scooted to the edge of the bed. She kept her gaze on him the whole while. Walking over to that red box with its black ribbon, the one she’d been so curious of the whole trip. Lincoln watched her, sitting back, hands behind his head like he was master of all he surveyed.
In particular, master of her.
Lucy had to do everything she could to stop from grinning. She picked up the box, clasped it to her chest, and slowly made her way into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
When Lucy found herself alone in the bathroom, she set the box down on the large counter sink, and slowly unclasped the ribbon holding it together. As the black ribbon came loose, she lifted the red top and placed it aside.
Looking inside, her heart almost leapt into her throat.
It was a set of beautiful black and mauve, lacy lingerie with gothic highlights and touches which seemed to fit Lucy’s personality perfectly. A pair of sheer black thigh high stockings with embroidered bat design, that connected to a garter belt festooned with pentacles sewn into it.
The black panties had a dark mauve trim surrounding black lace, that had an opening over the pubic area, crossed with black laces.
The top was black with mauve trim once more, a halfcup that would barely contain her full chest, threatening to let her heavy tits spill out all over it if she got too active while wearing it. She had no doubt that was Lincoln’s entire intention with it.
Sheer black sleeves with the same bat design would be pulled up over her arms, up to her elbows. But it was the final element in the box which really made Lucy’s heart pound harder.
It was a bright pink latex collar, with a ring hanging from the center. A ring one could attach a leash or tag too.
Lucy was practically drenching her panties right now. She still had no idea what Lincoln had planned, but her beloved had never shown this amount of forethought and passion in their play together before. Lucy knew entirely what she liked, what she enjoyed. She enjoyed being submissive to her lover, enjoyed becoming the object of his desires, she had no shame in this. She knew what she wanted, as long as it came from someone she knew she could completely trust, and someone she knew loved her.
She knew she could trust Lincoln, she knew he loved her.
Which is why she could let him take control in his own way. It was why she goaded him, teased him, needled him until he couldn’t take it, and he put her ‘in her proper place’. It was all a game, it was all fun with her beloved.
But this had been taking it to the next level. She didn’t believe Lincoln would be ready for something like this, at least for a year or two into their relationship.
Her big brother continued to surprise her with how quickly he picked up on things and gained a knack for them. She was so excited, she didn’t know what Lincoln had planned, but she knew it had to be special.
Eagerly she stripped herself out of her clothes, pulling her top off so fast it was turned inside out. Her thumbs hooked into her skirt, tights and panties all at once and she shimmied out of them, wiggling her full hips back and forth. She stepped on the toes of her socks to yank them off without needing to reach down and pull them off.
She regarded herself in the full-length wide mirror, taking a look at her nude form. As much as she knew the eyes of boys often fell over her, as much as she was used to men desiring her, she still felt self-conscious in the eyes of her lover. Lincoln had never given her reason to doubt if he found her beautiful, if he found her sexy, and she had relied upon her sex appeal to seduce him originally. But now, right now in this moment, with this change in his attitude, she felt she needed to look her absolute best for her brother…her master.
She took her time slipping up the thigh high sheer stockings, before pulling up the panties over her bare mound. Idly she wondered just how long they would end up staying on. Next, she Fixed the halfcup top over her soft chest, making sure her tits at least for the moment, were settled in and covered. She moved to the garters and the sheer sleeves, pulling them up, admiring the way they accentuated her pale limbs. Then came the final part, the one that excited her the most.
She reached down and picked up the pink latex collar in her hands. Gently she traced her fingertips over the smooth material, her black nails clacking softly against it. Her fingers took hold of the heavy metal ring set at the front, and she shivered again.
She bit her bottom lip, her nipples had been hard since she stepped into the bathroom, but she knew she was leaking into those fresh new panties her brother had gotten for her. She doubted he would mind.
But this collar, it represented something.
Her submission to him.
It made her heart practically sing.
It was everything a gothic, kinky girl like Lucy could ever want. The idea of being completely owned in such a sensual manner by the boy turned man she loved. Yes, she may have guided him to this moment, she may have led him down the garden path, but he had taken those final steps himself.
Making sure her makeup was still absolutely perfect, she took a deep breath, and prepared herself, taking hold of the doorknob, and slowly stepping out of the bathroom.
Lincoln was already waiting, facing the door. He was sitting on the bed leaning forward, his hands clasped together. He’d changed his own clothes, looking as if he’d slipped into something far more comfortable for himself. He wore a black t-shirt, and the same black shorts he’d worn the first night they had been together.
There was something about his gaze that made Lucy bite her lower lip again. He was staring forward, the subtlest smirk on his face, and he was holding something in his hands. Lucy looked over and noticed something else, some items laying on the bed next to him.
A sturdy looking chain.
2 sets of Handcuffs.
A blindfold.
A roll of black tape.
Three egg vibrators.
Just what did Lincoln have planned for her?!
She swallowed, her knees feeling weak, as she shyly folded her hands in front of herself, effectively making her tits pop all the more, while lowering her head submissively. Her voice came soft, with a hint of need to it.
“Do you find me pleasing master?”
Lincoln looked surprised for a brief moment. He apparently hadn’t expected her to drop into her ‘role’ for this playtime so quickly.
He should of known better, Lucy mused to herself, smiling on the inside.
Lincoln stood up, Lucy was pleased to see he was already sporting a thick obvious tent jutting forward from his shorts.
Her brother walked over to her, clutching something in one hand. When he was only a foot or so away from her, his free hand came up, fingers sliding over her pale cheek appreciatively, admiring the softness of her skin, his eyes gazing over her entire form hungrily.
Lucy was pleased. She saw the arousal, the desire in her brother. It was everything she could do not to throw herself at him. But she wanted him to be in control, she wanted him to lead this moment between them. She was the one typically seducing him, now it was his turn to seduce her (She didn’t need to let him know he’d already succeeded).
He nodded his head after his gaze trailed over every inch of her form, then opened up his hand. He was carrying a hairband and something else. A small golden embossed disk.
It was a pet tag.
Lincoln lifted his hand up, and slid the hairband below Lucy’s long bangs, and up into her hair. Her deep blue eyes were revealed to him, practically half-lidded with lust, desire, and adoration already. Lucy continued to bite her lower lip, she couldn’t stop smiling.
Lincoln’s thumb trailed from her cheek, over to her black lips, tracing the outline of them. He spoke in a soft, dark whisper, “My pet is so very beautiful. She’s everything I want. She just needs one more thing.”
Lucy’s lips closed around the tip of her master’s thumb, her pink tongue licking at it, before Lincoln pulled his thumb back. He wagged his finger in front of her as he spoke, “Ahh, ah, ah little pet. Not yet.”
Lucy bowed her head in supplication, “Y-yes master.”
Lincoln smiled that dark smile as he brought the bronze tag up. His other hand taking hold of her chin, directing her gaze to it. “This is your present. I hope you find it special…Honey.”
Lucy’s gaze fell on the name tag. Her heart almost stopped.
Spelled out in large bold letters was the name ‘HONEY’. Below it, in a smaller font read, ‘Property of Lincoln Loud.’
Lincoln took hold of the ring around her latex collar, opened it up, and slipped the tag onto it, clasping it closed afterwards.
He put his hands on his hips as if he was satisfied with a job well done, smirking evilly still.
“Now your perfect Honey. Now if you’re ever lost, everyone will know you belong to me.”
Lucy didn’t know if she could be happier, or more turned on in this moment. She had to squeeze her thighs together so tightly, she could feel herself leaking down them at this point, the heat coming from inside of her was almost unbearable, she felt so hot right now, and she felt so very empty.
She nodded her head, “Yes master.” No longer able to prevent the eager grin spreading across her lips.
“Stick out your tongue, Honey.” Came her master’s firm command.
Lucy’s soft lips parted ever so slowly, her mouth was wet, she was salivating. Her pink tongue extended forward, sliding out as far as she could get it to go, standing before her brother-master.
Lincoln’s hands came up and slid over both of her cheeks. He tilted his head as he leaned forward, and his own lips began to slide over her extended tongue. He slid forward, swallowing her organ as he did, sucking on it as he went. Only for his own pink wet tongue to slide over her own in the lewdest deep kiss Lucy had ever experienced.
Her eyes went wide, then slowly half-lidded once more, she groaned into the kiss with that desperate hungry need. A pathetic mewling whine that begged her big brother for more.
Lincoln’s thumbs tenderly caressed her cheeks as he made out with his brand-new toy. His favored little pet. He let more and more of those dark urges take control within him, more and more of that desire and pleasure to dominate. He let his own obsession with his sister begin to take hold within him. The one he had kept restrained for so very long. In this moment, the wrongness, the taboo of their relationship only made it hotter.
As he sucked face with the girl who he’d made love to so many times now, his mind taken over with lust began to capitalize on those restraints being broken. Why shouldn’t he get to keep his little sister all to himself? Why shouldn’t he able to fuck her anytime he wanted? Why shouldn’t he let her choke on his cock when she seemed so eager to do so? Why shouldn’t she be his forever and ever? It was his right. He was her big brother, he was older, he had taken care of her, she belonged to him dammit! She was his! All his!
The thought of any other man laying their hands on her almost made him angry! No, it did make him angry! He would never let anyone else have her! He would never let another take his precious little sister away from him! She belonged to him, and him alone! He would make sure tonight, no other boy, no other man would ever make her feel the way he did! Tonight he would leave his imprint on her soul.
He pulled back from the deep, passionate, sensual and lewd kiss they shared together. Lucy’s tongue still hung from her mouth, saliva webbed between hers and his. She looked at him with longing, wanting more, almost following him before he placed a hand on her chest, stopping her.
“Honey, your master wants something else from you right now.” Lincoln stated in that dark sensual whisper of his.
Lucy could only nod her head, her skin felt like it was on fire. She was ready to do anything for her master, anything he wished or desired.
“Y-yes, yes Lincoln, my beloved Master. Anything you want. Just command me.” She could barely hold back the whine in her voice.
Lincoln’s hand came to the top of her head, and he began to bid her to kneel down. Lucy complied, slowly getting down on her knees in front of the man that owned her. Until she was face to face with that painful looking erection straining against his shorts. She had an idea of what he wanted, but she dared not move until her master commanded her what to do next.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Lincoln spoke once more.
“Take off my shorts Honey. Then I want you to swallow my cock, until you choke on it.”
Lucy actually let a small groan escape her lips at the command. She loved the feeling of her brother’s cock in her mouth, she loved seeing how much pleasure it brought him. She loved knowing she was the one who could bring him to heaven in such a way. She took pride in how Lincoln, so embarrassed had admitted she had done it better than any other girl he’d been with. He almost never directly asked her for a blowjob, but she knew how much he loved them from her. Now he was commanding her to choke on him, it was such a perverse thrill to hear him utter those words.
“Yes, my love. Yes, my master…” Lucy cooed up at her brother.
Her slender digits, black fingernails covering them, slid up to the hem of his shorts, and delicately slipped into them. She noticed he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
The eager grin never left her lips as she pulled them down and was rewarded by the sight of her brother’s thick, long, girthy length. His pale cock, throbbing, engorged with his lust and love for her. It was a beautiful sight, one Lucy never got tired of seeing.
She continued to slide his shorts down, until they reached his ankles, and eventually his feet. Lincoln stepped out of his shorts and kicked them away. Her brother was now completely nude from the waist down.
Mouth still salivating, Lucy didn’t wait any longer. She looked up at her master, as her black lips opened wide, and her pink tongue extended itself. Slowly she moved closer and closer, until the engorged purple head of her brother’s cock made contact with her wet pink tongue. The familiar heady taste of the salt of his skin sending pulses of pleasure through her and seeing the way her lover’s eyes squinted as he felt her slowly engulf the head of his cock only made Lucy all the more happy.
She swallowed her treat slowly, letting her lips close over the ridge of his head. She knew boys were particularly sensitive there, her tongue swirled around it, and she was rewarded with a soft groan of pleasure coming from Lincoln. She kept her eyes firmly on his as she basked in the moment of holding the head of his cock tenderly between her lips. Continuing to swirl her tongue over the fleshy mushroom, dragging the action out. Only when she was satisfied she’d thoroughly wet the tip of his cock did she begin pushing herself further down.
The upper quarter of his shaft began vanishing into her mouth, between those full black lips as she worked to swallow yet more of her brother. Her wet tongue sliding over every inch she swallowed. s
Her hands came up, she took a firm hold of his hips, to brace herself as she continued to slide forward, breathing in through her nostrils as her brother’s cock began to crowd her mouth further, preventing her from breathing between her lips.
Lincoln’s eyes gazed back, half-lidded, a smile of pleasure on his features. His right hand came down, sliding into her hair, caressing her scalp affectionately as she took half of his length into her mouth. His voice coming in that dark whisper once more.
“You look so beautiful right now. So beautiful with your mouth full of my cock.”
Lucy looked back with such complete submissive joy in her eyes. As if her master had given her a truly heartfelt and loving compliment, and in the lust filled depraved mind of the two, perhaps it was just that.
More and more of her brother’s cock filled her mouth and began to slide past her tongue, and now beginning to push into her throat. Lucy swallowed it all, she showed no sign of stopping, all that mattered was fulfilling her brother’s command, giving her master exactly what he asked for.
Lincoln’s manhood continued its descent into his little sister’s throat. He heard her gag for just a moment as it slid past her reflex and began to press into the tight passage behind it. Lucy pressed herself, until finally she felt her brother’s soft smooth scrotum make contact with her chin.
She smiled, her mouth full of dick, his cock lodged partially in her throat, her eyes slowly watering as she did exactly as her master had commanded. Her mascara was beginning to run. Her nose was mashed up against his pelvis, all she could breathe in was the masculine scent of her big brother’s cock.
She loved it.
Lincoln’s hand continued to stroke her hair so affectionately, his voice soft, still carrying that edge, but clearly feeling nearly indescribable pleasure.
“Good girl Honey, good girl. You did exactly as I asked, I’m so proud of you.”
Lucy did her best to speak, even with her brother’s cock lodged in her throat. The action was completely obscene.
“Gwauck wuu Mwawster.”
That was when she choked, coughed, but kept her mouth where it was.
It seemed as dominant and hard as Lincoln was being, the tender loving boy inside was still present, as he didn’t hold her impaled on his cock for very long. After he heard her begin to cough again, He withdrew his hard throbbing length all at once. Lucy was convinced she could have stayed with it longer, but she wasn’t going to quibble or argue with her master in this moment.
Her lover’s cock was drooling with her saliva, glistening with it, dripping from being lodged in her throat like that. Lucy leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek against her brother’s sticky cock, lovingly. Her cheeks getting wet and slick from the action.
It was all Lincoln could do to stop himself from grabbing hold of her head and fucking her face until he came down her throat. But this was about Lucy, and not about him he reminded himself.
As much as Lincoln was enjoying the erotic sight of his little sister practically worshipping his cock (she was even giving little kisses to the side of his shaft at the moment) he knew it was time to move on to what he really had planned for her.
Lincoln brought his hands down and slid them under the arms of his pet and pulled her up to her feet in front of him. The action sent a delicious jiggle across her fat tits that didn’t go unnoticed by him. Drool had dripped down Lucy’s chin and began to spatter across those pale milky orbs, making them look all the more inviting.
Lincoln thanked what ever dark powers there were that had given him such a sexy little sister to own, have and possess. Maybe later he would be horrified at his own thoughts and actions, but right now he didn’t care. Right now, he wanted to revel in every little dirty wicked thought and feeling he had for the girl in front of him.
Lincoln reached his right hand behind his pet’s head, taking a firm grip over her neck, over the latex collar and shoved her lips to his own. He needed to kiss her, he needed to taste her again. He needed to show his sweet little pet she was the center of her master’s world.
Lucy melted into the kiss, another soft whine of pleasure coming from her as her brother dominated her thoughts, feelings, and actions. Again, she didn’t know if she could be any happier in this moment, but each new sensation, each new action from her beloved made her feel more joy than the last.
The deep, sensual kiss lasted long between them, tongues entwining, wrestling with one another before just as suddenly it was over. Her brother pulling back, gazing at her, panting, as if he was taking stock of his actions, taking stock of the beautiful girl in front of him, and almost disbelieving she really did belong to him.
He seemed to shake off his own dazzlement in what he had before him, placing a single finger against her wet black lips. “Wait here Honey.”
Lucy did as she was told, her hands folding in front of her, as she awaited her master’s next commands. Standing as prettily as she could for him.
Lincoln turned towards the objects he had on the bed, picking up the sturdy looking chain which ended in one large ring that could be opened and closed. He walked over towards one of the rails the track lighting was mounted on. Stepping up on the bed, he reached over and up then opened ring, and clasped it around the rail. The result was the chain hanging from the ceiling rail, gently swaying back and forth.
Satisfied, he brought his hand up and crooked his finger at his favored pet. Bidding her to come over to him and stand beneath the chain above her.
Lincoln reached over to the bed, and took up the handcuffs, one in each hand. He popped open the first pair, reached above his girlfriend, and slid one end through the hanging chain, clasping it tightly. The other wrist bond hung below, open, unused. It began to dawn on Lucy what her brother might have in mind for her. Her excitement grew even further.
Lincoln gave her a soft smile, he leaned in and kissed her lips briefly, but sweetly. He needed these brief breaks in the dominant behavior. Lucy didn’t need to be reminded he loved her, but she found it cute all the same. Lincoln couldn’t completely embrace his dark side just yet…but she figured with time and practice he’d be able to act without needing to break character every now and then.
After the brief moment of sweetness, the master returned, and his voice came in that darker commanding tone.
“Lift your arms up, above your head.”
Lucy did as she was told, stretching her arms up and extending them to the sky, causing her breasts to be squeezed together once more, to jiggle and threaten to spill from her top. Her pink nipples becoming ever so slightly visible with the action.
Lincoln took the next pair of handcuffs, unclasped them, then reached up over his pet’s hands with them, sliding them up to her wrists. He was so close to her again, his body pressed against her own. She could feel his stiff cock pressed against her thigh. So hot and hard, pressing closer to her hot dripping box. She wanted it inside of her so bad. She had to tell herself to be patient before she started begging her master to fuck her.
The inside of the cuffs were coated with a soft fuzzy material, probably to prevent chaffing, something Lucy was thankful for. As turned on as she was, as much as she would probably slide off her chair from how wet she was if she sat down, she didn’t want her wrists hurting her after the fun of the night was done.
The cuffs were clasped around her wrist, and the middle chain clasped by the hanging cuff. Lucy was now effectively restrained, her arms hung above her head, the chain preventing her from moving further than a foot from her position.
Lincoln didn’t move from his position pressed so close against her, his body nearly entwined with her own. His hands slid down her arms, caressing them, as his lips met hers once more, and his tongue plunged into her mouth, taking control of it again. He kissed her hot and hard, while his hips pressed his throbbing member between her legs, sliding against the now soaked material of those black panties. Teasing both of them, that thin wet fabric the only thing preventing her master from taking her, sliding deep inside of her, fucking her, making her his. But right now, she was completely at his mercy. She could only thrust her own hips back against him, her hands bound above her head.
Lincoln’s hands continued to slide over her form, down over her back, down her sides, over her waist, and down over her hips. His fingers slid further around her hips, over her ass, fingers taking a firm hold of her plump pale cheeks covered by that thin almost transparent black and squeezed. He squeezed hard, almost painfully, groaning into the kiss he held with her. All while he continued to thrust his throbbing thick hard cock back and forth between her thighs, up against her drooling mound. Lucy wanted her panties removed more than anything.
Lincoln’s hands slid up from her ass, and back over to her hips. They continued their journey up her body, until they closed just up and over her tits. Like a greedy, eager child on Christmas his hands pawed at the soft pillowy flesh of her torso. All the while his tongue remained lodged in her mouth, almost making love to her own.
His hands reached into the half cup barely holding her large tits in place, and scooped them up from the bottom. The flesh of her breasts overfilling his hands, so soft and heavy all at once, the most delicious feeling in the world to a boy. Lincoln’s hands squeezed on instinct, Lucy’s pink firm nipples pressing into his palms. He pulled them fully out and free, to let them spill completely forward onto her chest. Squeezing, pawing, groping, rolling them in his hands while they continued their mutual wet rutting with one another.
Then, all at once her brother pulled back. More spittle falling from Lucy’s mouth, her head leaning forward to try and maintain their kiss but failing. His strong hands leaving her soft flesh, but worst of all, his hard cock no longer teasing her greedy, hungry mound.
Lucy panted, her arms above her head, eyes drunk on lust. Her heavy tits bare to the air, gently sagging ever so slightly, pink nipples like little diamonds pointing forward. Her thighs were slick with her own juices. She could only look back at her master and whine. Whine softly, pitifully, as she looked at him, begging with her eyes, and at last with her voice.
“Please master! Please don’t leave me like this!”
Her brother, her master only smiled cruelly at her. He brought his hand up, slipped his fingers around her neck, and took a firm grip over the pink latex collar, “Shhh, not yet my pet. Not yet. There’s more coming. You haven’t been punished enough.”
Lucy’s voice came in a soft whining tone, almost filled with despair.
“Master! Why am I being punished?! What did I do to displease you?! Please tell me beloved master! Please tell your pet what she did wrong, she’ll do her best to make up for it!”
Lincoln actually chuckled darkly, as he walked over to the bed and picked up the blindfold next. It was a long, thin, black felt cloth. He held it between his hands, looking it over, and then looking back at her.
“You know exactly what you did.” Came his reply.
Lucy was at a loss. She didn’t know what her brother was implying, what he was accusing her of. But she knew he wouldn’t just make something up. She began to feel worried, searching herself for what she could have possibly done wrong, even as the black felt material was closed around her eyes and her world was plunged into darkness.
She felt her brother’s hard cock pressing into her ass, sawing up and down, back and forth as if he could somehow rip through the thin silky material covering her nether regions. He was so hard, Lucy began to think he possibly could.
His hands slid over her breasts again, fingers sliding over that perfect full swell, cupping them, fondling her from behind. His fingers closing over her nipples, squeezing the pink nubs and twisting them ever so slightly, enough to cause a hint of pain mixed with far more pleasure. She gasped, and then he yanked up on them hard, pulling on her flesh as it stretched out, she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, before her brother released his hold on her once again.
Lucy shook her head back and forth, her pretty black hair sent in cascading waves as she spoke up with such worry and fear in her voice.
“Master, I don’t know what I did! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please tell me what I did!”
But Lincoln didn’t respond. He didn’t say anything. Lucy could only hear him. She heard him moving around, then she heard the roll of tape being stretched open. She was practically ready to cum on the spot. Her brother had been teasing her, torturing her, and even in her worry of upsetting him she was so far gone into her lust filled submissive foggy haze she was having trouble thinking.
Then she felt it. The soft, rubbery oval shape being pressed up firmly against her right nipple. This followed by a length of tape being placed over it, and across her flesh. Her brother was taping one of the three vibrators to her nipple.
Her thighs clenched together again. She bit her lip once more, her whole body began to shake in anticipation.
It wasn’t long before she felt another one of the egg-shaped pleasure toys being taped to her other nipple. Placed firmly against it, made sure to be adhered in place so it had no danger of falling off.
There was a moment where she was left there, her nipples now covered in a cross of black tape, pink oval toys taped to her nipples. Silence before suddenly her brother, her lover, her master whispered to her, his warm breath on her ear.
“You know exactly what you did. You turned me into this Lucy. You corrupted your older brother, you made him into a degenerate just like you.”
Lincoln’s words hit Lucy hard. He was accusing her of making him like this. He was acknowledging what she had done. As if he finally understood what she had been doing to him leading up to their first night together. What she had been continuing to do to him afterwards.
What could she do? She was guilty. She knew it. She had manipulated him. She had indulged his darkest fantasies to win him over. But she didn’t feel one ounce of guilt.
In fact, Lucy grinned. She grinned and the most perverse giggle in the world came from her lips. A giggle that was almost crazed as her brother’s words hit home into her heart. His words almost made her cum, her heart was soaring, she was so happy she wanted to cry. Her brother’s heart had truly sunk into the inky black pool that was her soul, and a bit of her had seeped into him. She had tainted him in a way to make him like her, and in that twisted corruption, find ultimate happiness together.
Her voice came, high pitched, almost delirious, speaking with an obvious joy.
“I’m sorry Lincoln! I’m sorry for making you twisted like me big brother! I’m sorry for dragging you into my depravity so I could have you all for myself!”
There was a soft clicking sound, and the vibrators roared to life. The machines buzzing audibly as they began to vibrate against Lucy’s sensitive nipples at the same time. There was no stopping the constant buzz, the constant stimulation, the way it shook even the flesh around her nipples. The sudden shock of it, combined with the way Lucy was rubbing her thighs together, her brothers words and the whole set up of the evening sent her over the edge and she came. A minor orgasm ripping its way through her body.
She moaned, and shook, she grit her teeth, closed her eyes underneath the blindfold and threw her head back. Her legs shook, and she almost dropped, letting the cuffs hold her weight as she lost herself in the all too brief bliss. The sensation that made her want more. So much more.
As her body came down from the high that only served to heighten her arousal further, she couldn’t help but take stock of the constant vibrations to her tits, and how she couldn’t escape from it, no matter how she twisted and turned her body.
Her crotch was a furnace, she needed cock. She wanted cock. She needed his cock inside of her like water in the desert. Hope filled her heart when her brother’s hands slipped into her panties, and began to pull them down her creamy legs, several thick strands of girl juice leaking from her bald pussy as they were dragged down her legs. She was giddy with excitement, even as the pleasure to her nipples was driving her crazy.
“Please Lincoln, please big brother, please master, please fuck your depraved little pet! Please fuck her, please fuck me! Fuck me please master!”
Lucy begged, thick wet juice glistening across her smooth mound. Her puffy, pale lower lips were beautiful to Lincoln. So very wet, with the pink of her hood visible, swollen with her desire. But Lincoln wasn’t done punishing her. He was being cruel to be kind. He wanted nothing less than to give his sister the most intense experience of her young life.
Lucy felt it then. She felt the last vibrating egg being placed over her body. The place was the most sensitive on her form. Directly against her clit, pushed up against that sensitive little nub. She felt both panic and fear run through her at the same time. She didn’t know if she could handle it. She didn’t know if her sanity could take everything that was happening.
Lincoln began to tape it down.
Lucy’s voice came in a delirious panic again, shaking against her bonds, “Linky! Linky! Please Linky! I won’t be able to handle it! Linky you’re going to drive me crazy!”
She had slipped into using the pet name his other sisters reserved for him. The one she only used when she completely lost herself in the throes of passion with him. When she became nothing more than his desperate little sister unable to process everything that was happening to her. When her body, mind, and emotions were overcome with orgasmic bliss involving her big brother.
She felt his hand clasp up around her throat again. He was behind her, his nude toned chest against her back. His strong arm between her tits. His hot hard fuckrod pressed against the swell of her ass.
“I remember what you said Honey. I remember exactly what you said. You said my husbandly duty was to not stop, even when you asked me to. Even when you begged me to stop, you told me I need to keep going. We’re not finished.”
Despite his words, despite her fear over completely losing herself to the pleasure being forced on her, Lucy grinned. She grinned like a fool. A mad fool, one who had brought all of this on herself and had no regrets.
Then the final vibrator flicked on. Her clit was inundated with intense vibratory pleasure, causing every nerve in it to explode with dazzling joy in her mind. Her most sensitive areas, nipples and clit taped to those little buzzing devices that forced constant pleasure into them.
She came on the spot. Harder than before.
She shook, her mouth opened in a silent scream of perverse, depraved joy. Drool ran down her chin as she let herself go, as she let herself be temporarily consumed by the pleasure overtaking her entire form. She giggled like a mad woman through the orgasm, throwing her head back as her voice finally cut through.
“Yyyeeesss Linky! I love you! I love you Linky! I love you master!”
Lincoln’s other arm wrapped around her waist as she came. One hand around her throat, gripping her tightly, the other around her body, and his dick pressed firmly up between those thick cheeks of hers, Lucy was in absolute perverted bliss.
He held her through her entire orgasm, lasting longer than she thought possible, and yet when her body came down from it, she was still being pleasured. She was still being stimulated. The sensations from the vibrating eggs were still going, still filling her. She couldn’t escape, she couldn’t get away, her nerves were on fire in the best way possible. Her neurons exploding in constant pleasure through her mind.
Yet she still felt so empty, she still needed him inside of her. She still needed to be fucked, as good as she felt, as overwhelming it felt, as it pushed her towards feeling like she would lose her mind, her slit ached for his cock.
“Linky! I’ve been good! I’ve been good! Please fuck me! Please fuck me Linky!” Lucy whined over her shoulder at her brother.
Lincoln responded, whispering sensually in her ear, “I plan too Lucy. I plan to fuck you harder than I ever have before. But I want to ask you something first. Did you mean it when you said you were my slave? Did you mean it when you said you belong to me? Or was that all just talk Luce?”
In sheer desperation, wanting cock so very badly, Lucy nodded her head rapidly, answering as impassionedly as she could.
“Yes beloved! Yes, my love! I belong to you, all of me belongs to you! My soul is yours Lincoln!”
She was fairly certain Lincoln was grinning when he responded.
“That’s what I wanted to know, Honey.”
Then she felt him kissing his way down her back. His soft warm lips starting at her shoulders, and then working their way down. Down between her shoulder blades. Down her spine, little feathery kisses that sent goosebumps over Lucy’s flesh. Down to the small of her back, as his hands clasped over her hips, sliding further around and down until his thumbs were dug into the flesh of her ass.
Then Lucy felt her brother pressing her plump cheeks apart, parting them, and revealing the pale grey pucker that rested between them. She felt so dirty at that. She knew he was staring directly at her asshole. She shivered.
“Master…what are you doooo---” She gasped as her question was cut from her, and she felt her brother’s hot wet warm tongue plunge into that little fleshy ring. Her brother was tonguing her asshole. Her brother was eating her ass, and it felt absolutely wonderful.
“L-l-linky! Mmm, Linky! It’s dirty back there!” She whined with absolute glee, enjoying every perverse moment of her big brother performing such an obscene act on her. Her hips wiggled, and she bent over at the waist, shoving as much of her plump heavy rear at him as she could.
Her brother didn’t seem as if her words discouraged him any, he continued to tongue her backdoor, his thumbs massaging her ass, squeezing it, fondling it, his face buried between her pale cheeks as if he was tasting the sweetest nectar.
Lucy thought if she died right now, she would have no regrets. Her life would feel complete, after her brother showed his devotion, love, and desire for her had overtaken him so much, he made out with her asshole.
She didn’t want to die, and she didn’t plan on it, but right now in this moment she was the happiest girl alive in the most twisted fashion imaginable.
The constant vibrations and pleasure from the eggs attached to her body, combined with her brother’s deep tongue action in her pucker came together to send quake after quake of almost unbearable pleasure through her form.
She had no idea how her Linky could dedicate himself to this, to dragging out this long course of torturous pleasure with her, and not be driven mad with lust himself. It spoke to the unimaginable patience the white-haired boy had.
Patience undoubtably forged by having to put up with the demands of ten sisters all his life.
Her brother indulged himself between her fat pale cheeks for what felt like an eternity longer. Sliding his tongue out to run down between her buttocks, down until he tickled her slit with the wet organ. Only to drag it up between those globes once more and stick it right into her rosebud all over again.
He made soft moans of pleasure, seeming to truly enjoy the depraved act he was performing on his little sister. On the girl he had doted on all his life. The cute little morbid girl that snuck into his bed, demanded his hugs, and his affection. The little girl who had grown into a beautiful young woman who he was now committing such obscene acts with.
He kissed, and licked, and tongue fucked her hole until at long last, he drew his lips back. Her tight star glistening with saliva, so much of it running down between her cheeks, making them slick and wet.
Lucy was panting at this point. She was almost mad with desire and lust. She didn’t know what to expect next, part of her even worried, in corrupting her brother, in leading him to indulge in his own darkest desires, she may have created a monster she had no control over.
A monster she was hopelessly in love with and absolutely devoted to.
“It’s time I had my fun Lucy. I’m going to take something from you that you haven’t given to me yet.”
Lucy was confused, driven nearly crazy with pleasure and lust, from her brother’s dark designs, she couldn’t imagine what she hadn’t given to him yet. Hadn’t she surrendered her body, her heart, and her very soul to him? What more could he want, what more could he take from her?
Then it suddenly dawned on her.
Oh.
There was that.
A shiver ran down her spine. A shiver followed by more excitement as well. A sudden jolt of fear and giddiness. No, her brother hadn’t taken that from her. She was almost afraid, no she was slightly afraid. She was afraid because of how big he was…and yet…
Yet…she truly wanted him to have every part of her.
She was so hot, so horny at this point, she didn’t care, she wanted it. She wanted to try it, she needed to experience it, if that was what her master wanted.
That delirious near crazed grin still on her lips, Lucy looked over her shoulder blindly, toward the sound of her brother’s voice as she replied in a happy, pleasure filled haze, “It’s yours Lincoln. It’s always been yours. Every part of me belongs to you.”
She felt something gooey, warm, and very very slick being squirted onto her ass. A copious amount of it. It had to come from some kind of bottle, judging from the sound that was being made as it squirted between her cheeks.
It was lube.
Her brother was lubing her ass up. He must have warmed it somehow earlier, as the slick gooey fluid felt pleasantly warm.
She felt Lincoln’s hand slide down between her cheeks, she could tell he’d put a large dollop of the stuff on the end of his fingers. She felt them sliding up to her grey little pucker again, one that had already been made slightly slick by the saliva her brother had coated it in earlier. Then she felt his fingers press forward, two of them, right into her ass. It caused her to seize up for a moment at the sudden intrusion, before the tight muscle of her sphincter relaxed as it was coated in the wet slick lubrication. Lincoln seemed to be taking his time, fingering her ass, making sure it was thoroughly slickened for what was coming next.
She felt his warm breath on her ear as he continued to plunge his digits in and out of her ass gently. His dark sensual whisper coming again.
“I’ve never gotten to do this before Luce. None of my other girlfriends were ever up for it. But I know you’re different than all of them. You’re far more deviant.”
Lucy giggled as she grinned that delirious smile again, “I know my beloved, I know. I’m a dirty girl, the dirtiest girl you’ll ever need or want Lincoln. My master. I’m so happy I get to be your first.” A completely true statement from Lucy’s heart. She hadn’t gotten to be her brother’s first in nearly anything, but finding out she would be here gave her a secret thrill. This was going to be something she had with him no other girl did.
She felt Lincoln’s fingers retract from her pucker, leaving more of that wet, gooey and slick lube to dribble out of her butt, before she felt her brother give her plump ass a firm swat. The pale flesh jiggling, waves going over it, as Lucy cried out in dark joy again. Giggling once more, sticking her ass out as far as she could, bending over as much as the chain would let her, wiggling her hips back and forth in a taunting and teasing manner.
She heard the squelching sound of the bottle of lube being squeezed again, and she could surmise her brother was probably applying a coating to his cock as well. Making sure it was just as slick for pushing it into the tightest hole Lucy could offer him. The constant pleasure from the vibrating eggs was still at the forefront of her mind, even if she was also trying to mentally prepare herself for what was most likely going to be a very, very tight fit.
She felt Lincoln’s hand slide up to her hip and take a firm hold, as she felt him breathing deep, clearly preparing himself for what was coming.
Indeed, Lincoln in the middle of his lust filled state was taking stock of what he was about to do. What he had done. He had crossed the line with Lucy several times now. He had plunged headlong into a world of taboo love and romance with someone of his own bloodline. He had gone against the laws of society and propriety in his relationship with Lucy…
And yet…
There was a stark difference between making sweet love to the sibling who held your heart, in the shadows of society…
And fucking your little sister right in her ass.
A stark difference indeed.
Was he ready to take this step? To damn his soul in an act that would absolutely horrify every other member of his family?
It only took him a moment to deliberate.
Yes.
He was.
He was ready.
He was more than ready. He wanted this. He was so turned on, even through the slight trepidation he had.
Lincoln made his decision.
With his hand held on her hip, and his cock dripping with lube, he began to push himself between those soft pale cheeks he found so achingly sexy. Between his little sister’s ass, until the bulbous head of his cock had vanished between those fleshy globes, and pressed right up against her tight back door.
He expected there to be resistance and yet…he had used so much lube with her, and opened her up so well with his tongue and fingers, the head of his cock began to slip between that tight fleshy ring with very little trouble. Lincoln began to feel the head of his cock being engulfed in the tightest most forbidden sensation he had ever encountered. As Lucy felt her body almost panic, before it began to accept the strange, oddly warming, and depraved sensation of her ass being slowly filled.
Both siblings gasped, both shuddered. The discomfort that Lucy felt was overshadowed by the constant buzz of pleasure coming from the vibrators over her nipples and on her clit. That combined with the strange enticing sensation of her anus being stimulated by the boy she loved more than anything, caused a surreal heady high to flow through her.
He was doing it. Her big brother was so enthralled by her, so taken by her, so obsessed with her, he was going to fuck her ass.
Who really held the power in their relationship Lucy idly wondered. Maybe she couldn’t control him, but she had become the center of his world as she always wanted to be.
She pressed her ass back against her brother’s invading member, the slick lubed hole swallowing up more of his shaft, little by little, slow going, agonizingly so as she was speared on it, filled, pleasure and pain mixing as she bit her bottom lip, shook and hung on the chain supporting her, and cried out...
“Ooh fffuck! Liiinkkyy! Oooh ffuck…it’s soo weird….so weeiirred and gooood… Don’t stop Linky!” she pleaded with her lover.
Lincoln’s brow was covered in sweat, his white hair plastered to his forehead, as he shoved more of his cock into that tight hole, as he watched more of his shaft vanish into that squeezing little star. It almost made him want to cum right away, it felt so good. It was different from the way her pussy felt, tighter, with more friction. He couldn’t imagine sticking it in raw with no lube.
He pushed, and pushed, and groaned, as Lucy threw her head back and shuddered, as the only sound now was the constant buzz of the vibrators taped to Lucy, and the soft pants of their voice, until Lincoln bottomed out completely inside of Lucy’s ass.
His cock was buried as far as it could go with that plush cushion pressed up against his hips. Lucy felt so very full, so very full and hot. The slight discomfort was tinged with a surreal amount of forbidden pleasure, a strange sensation that caused her to shake and shiver. She understood why there were toys like anal beads and vibrating butt plugs now. It wasn’t the same sensation as her pussy, but it was a different kind of pleasure. One she could see herself desiring again in the future.
Her voice came, shaky, pleading again as she felt Lincoln’s arms wrap around her waist, and his head bury into the crook of her neck. As she felt him holding himself still, impaling her asshole, as if he was trying to get ahold of himself before it overwhelmed him.
“Linky….fuck me. Fuck me please. Fuck your little sister Linky! Fuck her asshole! It’s yours my beloved! It belongs to you!”
Those words wrang in Lincoln’s ears like a command, an order he was so desperate to carry out despite anything else. He was supposed to be the one in control, and yet his little sister’s desperate need compelled him. Her desperate need and his own need for the sinful pleasure before him.
Lincoln held her tightly as he pulled his hips back, the slickness of the lube in her ass and on his cock letting him slide so easily almost completely out of her. He slid back and back until only the head of his throbbing prick was still parked in her ass. Her tight anal ring seeming to refuse to let go of the mushroom tip of its invader.
He pushed forward then, grunting, groaning, feeling that delicious rough friction massaging and squeezing his length almost painfully. He was practically sawing his cock back and forth into that tight back door in front of him. Each passage of his hips allowed him to go a little faster, to press a little harder. Each time his hips would meet her ass with a little more force and make a more and more audible clap.
Each time he pushed in, Lucy would moan louder, would press back harder to meet him. She began to purposefully squeeze her grey star, tighten it just as Lincoln was pressing in, meeting him as she panted and drooled on herself.
As the two went together, lost in the pleasure of their depraved lust, her ass began to almost pancake against his hips each time he thrusted up harder than before into them. Each impact causing a delicious wave to flow across her pale cheeks which mesmerized Lincoln. The soft ‘plap, plap, plap’ sounds of flesh on flesh filled the room, mixing with the cacophony of the constant buzzing of the vibrators and the moans and groans coming from the two of them.
Lincoln’s hands slid up from her waist, up and seeking her tits again, grabbing them from the bottom, kneading them under where the vibrator buzzed along and sent unending pleasure into her nipples. Her brother full on fucking her ass as she heard him begin to pant harder, his voice coming harsher, more commanding.
“Swear you’ll love me forever! Swear you’ll never leave me!” He almost snarled at her.
Lucy felt her heart almost break for a brief moment, she could never imagine a world where she stopped loving Lincoln, where she would ever leave him.
“I swear it beloved! I swear it Linky! I’ll love you forever! I’ll always love you!”
Lincoln continued to growl as he fucked her harder, faster, watching his cock practically pistoning in and out of her ass with wet squelching sounds of the lube squeezing out the sides of her tight anal hole.
“You’ll always be mine? Always be my little whore?! Always be there for me?!”
Lucy nodded, as her ass was invaded, assaulted, fucked hard and fast, her tongue practically lolling out of her mouth. She knew another orgasm was building up in her. One bigger than all the others so far. One that was combining the pleasure from her ass, the vibrations against her body, and the declarations of undying love coming from her very soul.
“Always Linky! Always! I belong to you! I’ll always belong to you! I love you! I love you!”
What ever was happening, it was all too much for Lincoln as well. As he continued to thrust hard and fast in and out of that clenching, pulsing, throbbing asshole, he felt his own pleasure building and building. He felt his own heart joining with Lucy’s own in this moment. He bit down on her shoulder, hard as his arms wrapped around her waist again, his body seized up….and he erupted inside of her.
Lincoln came so hard he almost collapsed. His balls clenching as he unleashed a thick hot torrent of his sticky jizz deep into his little sister’s ass. He spunked within her again and again, shuddering, shivering, gripping onto her as if he was afraid he would fall down if he didn’t.
Lucy’s own orgasm crashed into her the moment she felt that hot sticky gooey cum deposited into her ass. Her body shook, her eyes rolled back into her head, the combination of pleasure all over her body, and her brother’s words pushing her into a mind-boggling climax.
In that moment she did something she’d never done before.
She squirted.
Her legs spread, bent at the knee, body shivering. A torrent of juice sprayed from her crotch unbidden, leaving wet stains all over the grey blue carpeting they were standing on. She shook, and her arms tried to pull down to herself to no avail. Her body being carried, hung by that chain and her arms. She cried out loud, loud enough she was afraid she would disturb other tenants in the hotel, but unable to stop herself as her slit unleashed that hot torrent of pleasure fluid.
Her brother and her came together, shaking, shivering, declaring their undying love to each other, panting long, loud low. Breathing deep, hard, both nearly collapsing. Lincoln only staying up because of his grip on her. Lucy only standing up because the rail above her supported her. Their long loud, low moans finally came to a close.
Their bodies finally became silent, outside of the soft panting, and the constant buzzing of the vibrators that threatened to drive Lucy absolutely crazy if they continued. Yet she was too exhausted to thrash about, too exhausted to protest, to even say anything, as more minor quakes were coaxed from her thanks to the constant buzzing pleasure.
She felt her brother begin to soften in her ass, and his cock slipped free with a wet spurting sound, as a mixture of lube and cum began to leak from her asshole. Lucy was practically delirious, she could barely tell what was happening now. The fact she couldn’t see at all only made it worse. Up was down, down was up, and the pleasure wouldn’t stop.
That was until finally, finally, she heard a clicking sound, and the vibrators ceased their function. They slowed, then stopped, and the constant raw stimulation that had been tunneling through her nerves came to an end. She hung limply by her wrists, until she felt her brother reaching over her, and with another mechanical click, she felt her arms drop down in front of her, still bound together at the wrists.
She would have collapsed to her knees if Lincoln hadn’t been there. But she suddenly felt herself being lifted, bridal style, off of her feet. She could only moan and mewl softly at the moment, but instinctively she pressed her head up against his toned chest, and nestled close to him.
Sadly, she didn’t get to feel herself carried much further, but at least she felt the softness of the bed underneath her, as Lincoln set her down upon it. Moments later she heard another mechanical click, and the cuffs around her wrists came loose and free.
Even with the soft padding on the interior, her wrists still felt a little pinched, and idly she brought her hands up to take turns rubbing at both of them. She was so tired, so worn out and so satisfied, she didn’t even think to remove the blind fold which was still around her head, covering her eyes. She didn’t need to complain though, as moments later Lincoln removed it for her, and the world of sight began to gradually return to her.
As her vision came back, she saw her brother, her beloved, laying next to her. He was naked, just as she was, his toned firm chest and strong arms coated in sweat. His brow leaking with it, his white hair plastered to his scalp with it.
He was smiling softly. The cruel task master had receded, and the sweet boy with the chipped tooth smile was back. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, and Lucy didn’t hesitate to press herself back into his grasp once more.
Lincoln held her close, tightly, leaning down and kissing the top of her head over and over. His fingers ran up and down her back, soothingly, sweetly. Each caress, each touch he gave to her was tender and loving, as he held her in a manner that was so very familiar. The way he did when they were younger and she was in his bed. The way he would comfort her from her nightmares.
Lucy felt so at peace, so very loved, so very sexually satisfied, she didn’t know what to do with herself. She was honestly, truly happier than she had ever been. Her brother was kissing her, soothing her after ravaging her, whispering in her ear how much he loved her. How much she made him feel good, and how much he enjoyed what they had done together.
It was all too much for the pretty teen goth. Her emotions overwhelmed by the experience, she began to slowly sniffle, began to tear up, and she cried. She wrapped both of her arms about her brother’s strong form and bawled. She cried and cried her heart out, so happy in this moment, never wanting it to end.
Lincoln was taken aback. He was stunned, shocked was more like it. Cold fear seized his heart as he worried he had hurt Lucy somehow. That he had done something terrible to her. He stroked her hair tenderly, as his voice came soft, concerned, anxious.
“Lucy…Lucy, what’s wrong?! What, what did I do?!”
Lucy shook her head, sniffling, suddenly kissing his torso, placing more and more kisses on his skin, nuzzling his pecs as she replied in a shaky voice. “I’m just…just so happy right now Lincoln. I can’t handle it. I can’t… I don’t want this to end. I never want my time with you to be over. Promise me you’ll keep me forever. Promise me you’ll never abandon me, that you’ll always love me, no matter what.”
Lincoln felt his heart almost break, so touched by the display from the girl in his arms. From the vulnerability she was showing him. He pulled her tighter against him, nestling his nose down into her raven dark hair, breathing in her feminine scent as he responded.
“I promise Lucy. I promise I’ll always love you, and I’ll never abandon you. I promise to keep you forever and ever.”
Lucy looked up to her big brother, her eyes wet with tears, a smile on her face, before she leaned forward and captured his lips with her own. The two held one another as they kissed deeply, lovingly. Lost in one another, with not a care or worry of anything else in the entire world.
They would fall asleep shortly after that. The morning would come, they would shower together, have sex again, order room service, have sex one more time, and then finally begin the reluctant drive home.
This would be the happiest Lucy would ever be, before the trials ahead would make her question everything.
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