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I Am Not a Pervert!	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 17295 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2017)
Chapter 6: A Game Called Sex
Lynn was looking in the window, seeing her faint reflection staring right back at herself. She was grinning widely, one edge of her lips tilted higher than the rest. Today was Friday and she was excited!
Her heart was pounding, her legs were quivering, and her mind was spinning round and round like a carousel.
For the past four days, she'd come to accept that maybe she might be a tiny bit perverted. And last night she'd sat down and made a decent plan to persuade Lincoln over to the dark side. You see, Lynn had been going about it all wrong. Her brother was strong and courageous; literally everything perfect and wonderful in the world. A big, strong, hunky, ball of sexy man~ She'd have to break him down into little fragile pieces and stitch him back together in her bosom.
At first it was subconscious accidents. Happy accidents, too! And then, in the heat of the moment, she'd shown him her body twice. But the boy was able to resist her charms… well, mostly. Though that night in the bathtub kinda counted even though he was sooo delirious on lust that he didn't realize he'd taken her virginity, and she his. And yesterday didn't go as planned.
Lincoln was supposed to be teased so much that he had no choice but to surrender to his perverted thoughts, to give in to his sister's sexiness, and willingly put his thing in her thing and make a thing!
Not that Lynn was complaining. She'd get Lana the biggest cookie pizza she could find!
But that begged the question once again: what should she do to throw Lincoln so far over the edge that he will willingly jump her bones?
Lynn's tilted grin grew wider, to Lucy's confusion. Cackling merrily, she exited the room.
Soon after, Lucy exited and headed straight to Lori.
At the top of the stairs; in the center of the hallway; a door opened. And bare feet pitter-pattered their way down the hall, sneakily. A hand covered a giggling mouth. They stopped right in front of the door and lifted the heels off the ground. Knees were arching forward; a pair of hands clasped behind her back; and Lynn's smirking grin was eyeing that peculiar sign on Lincoln's door that wasn't there before.
STAY OUT –especially Lynn
Hehe. She giggled. As if a sign would keep her out! She's Lynn Loud!
She took a step back, placing her feet inches apart. She fisted her hands and leveled them at her waist. Keeping her shoulders relaxed, she took a calming breath.
If Lynn Loud wants something-
With a crying, "HEYAH!" she placed one foot forward a half step, and swung her other foot at breakneck speed in a counter-clockwise arc. Her heel struck the door, causing it to break loose and crash against the wall.
-she gets it, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Placing her fists in front of her chest, she edged her way in, cautiously. Her piercing eyes searched his room, but could find no trace of the boy. She dropped down to her knees and popped her head under his bed, but no Lincy could be found.
She stood up and scratched her chin.
"Where, oh where, has my little Linc gone?"
She looked over at his doorframe, seeing the splintered wood where his bolt normally caught. Eh, it was nothing old fashioned duct tape couldn't fix.
Putting her hands inside her gym shorts, she walked out of his room and down the stairs, whistling a merry tune which sounded a lot like We Will Rock You.
She didn't bother noticing, but seven pairs of eyes were watching her, wide and confused; all except Lisa and Lily, whom didn't bother with the noise of mayhem.
As she reached the bottom of the stairs, her four older sisters were at the top, looking at her with worried eyes and bitten lips.
Leni, in particular, was wringing her hands, worrying over her little Lincy, wishing he'd be safe.
And Luan… she was glaring, but couldn't bring much force into it. She turned away with a sigh when Lynn left through the front door.
Lynn scuffed her bare foot against the porch before sitting down on the top step and sighing. She threw her hands out behind her and leaned back, looking into their tree.
A guy and gal squirrely were hopping around and teasing each other at every turn. Gal hid under a stray branch, behind some leaves, and waited for guy to run past her before she leaped onto his back, causing the couple to nearly topple down to their demise. But Lynn could only giggle at it. They were so cute.
Just like her and Linc.
She wasn't feminine quite like her other sisters. Except Lana. She was wa-ha-hayyy more feminine than Lana. She loved all her sisters, and they each had their own charms, don't get her wrong.
But if she had to choose between Lana and her pet frog?
The frog was sexier. No question about it.
Though she was sure some Nintendo fanatics would just love to see her in just a pair of coveralls and a red hat. Completely commando.
She was grinning as she laid down onto the porch, her knees and back bent awkwardly. Lana would love that, especially after that phase she went through where she tried doing all the manly stuff Lincoln could do.
Lynn could remember one day in particular when the family was hiking and Linc went off the path to do his business, and next thing they knew, Lana had her pants down around one ankle, her other foot up on a tree branch, and-
"Helloooo handsome~"
Lincoln was looking down at her from behind. A sudden blush erupted across his face at her greeting.
Oops. Only a second and she's already being a bad gurl~
But enough of that now!
She quickly sat up and grabbed Lincoln's hand, leading him down the steps and to the sidewalk. "Come on, Linc!"
He was tripping over himself trying to keep up. "Wh-where are, ow! Where are we going!?" He ran his toes into a lamppost, yowling like a cat in heat. "God!"
Lynn chuckled. "Shake it off, powderpuff." Sure, she was barefoot and concrete didn't feel that great on her feet… but still, hearing his little cries of pain was a little interesting.
By interesting, did she mean she was getting aroused?
Hahaha!
Yes, yes she did.
They were coming up on the local park, and she could see a nice cluster of bushes that'd be perfect~
Lincoln had no warning before his sister suddenly twisted him around in front of her and pushed him backward through the leafy arms of a bush.
Giggling madly, Lynn fell forward and landed on her brother; both of them losing their breaths in an "oomph!"
Lynn was straddling her brother. Her hands moved quickly to capture his wrists and push them into the dirt above his head.
And would ya look at that! They'd landed in a small mud pit!
Lynn twisted her neck so her chin was on her shoulder and she blew a kiss at all the lucky perverts out there.
She turned back just in time for Linc to thrust his hips upwards, trying to dislodge her from his body. She moaned at the assault and responded by grinding her core down against his jeans. "Nngh."
"L-Lynn?"
His voice was shaky and concerned, and it thrilled Lynn.
"Wh-what are we doing?"
His eyes were so innocent, but so needy and hazy. She could tell he wasn't as naïve as he made himself out to be. She herself knew the fundamentals of sex at his age.
She leaned down against him, her core inevitably having to raise off his lap a few inches; her breasts still too small to smoosh against him before her lips claimed his. She pushed her tongue past his teeth forcefully, locking around his own velvety muscle. His mouth tasted so warm, so delicious. The texture of his slick teeth, his rough tongue; it was driving her mad.
He could no longer fight her, and Lynn released his wrists. His hands moved to her hair; one grabbing her ponytail and tugging on it.
She cried out into his mouth with each little tug. Her hair was coming loose, and soon it fell free of her band to surround them in their own little garden of love. Her hands gripped his orange polo fiercely, her nails grazing his chest through the polyester-cotton blend.
She was trying her best to eat him. To devour him whole. To feast on his mouth as he drank from hers. And when it became too much, and she needed to pull away for air, she found that her brother was less patient than herself.
Lincoln rolled them over; his sister falling into the muddy ground, her hair becoming slick and yucky. But neither really cared because her legs were parted wide, and his hips were wedged straight to her core. His jeans were laying in the crotch of her red shorts, and for the first time in Lynn's life she despised the evil things.
Lincoln dove down to her lips again, renewing the assault that Lynn had left unfinished. She whimpered against his lips. His tongue pushed through her teeth that time around, and Lynn let him dominate her for seconds before she took the fight into his own mouth.
She would not be beaten at this game of sex.
And if she ever found herself being overpowered, she'd just bend the rules a little~
She opened her eyes a little and met his over the span of energy surging between their bodies. And she grinned through their kiss. She thrust her core against him, and the boy cried into her mouth. She pushed up again, slowly and teasingly; running her core up and down, side to side, along the zipper of his jeans.
He was losing this battle and it'd only just started. The poor guy.
Lynn rocked into him a few more times until he'd lost his balance enough for her to flip them over.
When he tried to protest, she growled and put her nails into his shoulders in warning.
"Lay still."
He fell back, his head splattering squishy dirt. It was disgusting, and honestly something only Lana would enjoy… probably roleplaying as a confederate general and prostitute or something like that… but all that left his mind when Lynn ran her dirty fingers through her sticky hair, scrunching it up in that sexy way only goddesses know how to do.
Lynn laughed. "You enjoying yourself, Linc?"
He nodded stupidly, his hands finding her thighs. His fingers rubbed underneath her shorts.
"Hmm." She grabbed his hands and put them on her stomach. "Well… do you like this… this perverted game we're playing?"
He bit his lip to stifle his emotions, but Lynn saw his faint nod. She grinned deviously as she pushed his hands under her shirt.
"If you want to get to the next level, then why don't you take my shirt off?"
She kept her hands in her hair. The bend of her elbows accentuated her budding chest, and Linc could see the indention of two peaks in her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, which meant…
Linc gulped and slowly tugged on her shirt, halfheartedly.
She blew a kiss at him. "Come on, loverboy. If you want to score in this game, you've gotta work for it," she whispered to him sexily.
He steeled his nerves with a shaky nod of the head. He planted his hands against her stomach, feeling her muscles. So taut and stringy. Powerful, the way they rippled with her arm movements. She was still running her fingers through her hair. When did her silky brown hair get so long? It fell down her shoulders and blew around in a subtle breeze reaching them through the twigs and leaves.
A coil was winding tightly in the pit of his stomach. He was fighting the urge to bump his groin against hers. It was a losing battle, and the way his hands slid along her creamy torso wasn't helping anything at all.
Lynn felt him hesitate when his fingers grazed the curve of her breasts, and she bit her lip.
They'd done a lot. Kissing was one thing. Accidents were one thing. Cumming inside your sister because a six-year-old impaled her on top of you was one thing, too.
But doing it of your own will?
She felt a distant tug in her heartstrings, and her loins. If he fondled her chest… there'd be no going back. They'd no longer be brother and sister. They'd be something different.
Something more.
It was scary. It was crazy. It was utterly insane.
And Lynn loved every second of it.
Her face flushed, she grinned at him, revealing her sparkly whites. She moved her hands on top of his, only her shirt keeping them apart. And she guided him firmly onto her breasts, pushing his thumbs against her nipples. She whimpered and closed a single eye, heat exploding across her cheeks.
Soon, he took control, exploring her chest as she leaned closer toward him. She felt a little sweaty but she needed Linc to take her clothes off. Gosh, she wanted to take him, all of him, right then and there… whether he was ready or not.
But if she truly wanted to capture his heart, then he needed to be the one to give it to her.
"Linc?" she breathed out in a gasp.
"Y-yeah," he croaked through parched lips.
"Ya gonna take it off or not?"
He pinched her nipples and she bit her lip to keep from screaming into the air. They had no idea if anyone was nearby. If anyone could hear them.
Their only chance was to keep as quiet as they could.
The only problem was that Lynn didn't want to be quiet. She wanted to scream out her brother's name. She wanted to clamp her legs around his waist and hump against him so hard that everyone would hear them. She wanted them to see her, to see him making love to her wildly and passionately.
She bit her lip as Lincoln slowly pulled her shirt up until her breasts popped into view. His gasp sent a surge of electricity into her pussy, and she really wanted to whimper like a sad puppy… she really just wanted him now, please and thank you!
Lynn raised her hands straight up and Lincoln leaned toward her, his chin bumping into her chest. He pulled the garment from her hands, and dropped it.
Lynn promptly grabbed his wrists and flung them around her neck, and she pushed herself flush against him into the dirt. She locked her lips with him, her stringy hair cloaking their heated faces in darkness. Their tongues battled and swirled and parried.
Their minds were lost to lust. Lincoln held her back tightly to him. One hand drifted to her butt and squeezed her through her shorts and panties. The other hand drifted through her hair to her neck, and he cupped her, pulling her tighter against his mouth.
Lynn's hands found his chest again, and she scraped her nails into his shirt. He was grunting in pain, and the sounds drove her to scratch a little harder, a little longer with each stroke.
His legs were the ones splayed out this time, and her thin hips pushed them widely apart. She put her naked toes in the mud and pushed forward, grazing her clothed core against his jeans once again. They cried out together, pausing their kiss long enough for Lynn to rock into him once, twice, thrice more.
She could feel him; so hard and rigid. Powerful~ She ground her thighs together for some friction. She didn't want to sound weak… but she literally couldn't wait a second more.
"Linc, can you unzip your pants for me?"
Oh, she knew what she was doing. She knew her gameplan like her own name. The problem was waiting and Lynn was not the most patient woman in the world. Heh.
Instead of nodding, he let his hand on her rear rake over her crack, over her other globe of warm flesh, and down her sinfully curvy hip. His fingers grazed her naked stomach, his knuckles tangling with the elastic string in her shorts, as they lowered his zipper and popped the button.
She purred deeply in the back of her throat when his fingers pushed flat into the edge of her shorts. So, she rocked against him, feeling his fingers push against the waistband of her panties. She fixed him with a crooked grin before she pushed her lips against his once again. Just a little bit. Honestly, she didn't want to muddle his brain enough that he forgot about this sudden opportunity to explore her freely and intimately.
She thrust against him once more, and he took the message. She felt his fingers edge under the lip of her panties, and she sighed audibly. She didn't need to anymore, but she couldn't herself from rocking into him more and more, pushing his fingers across her shaven mound. Her back trembled above him when his forefinger grazed her hooded flesh. "Ahh."
She saw Lincoln's mouth fall open, releasing breathy moans, as his fingers slowly, ever so slowly, slicked their way down her slit, top to bottom. And she truly struggled to keep herself up on shaky arms as he pulled his fingers back up along her labia, his nails scraping her inner walls as they crooked themselves on the return journey. She cried out when his nails scraped her clit; that pink bundle of nerves quivering and growing rigid as his fingers flicked it and rolled it around.
She ground her hips against him, smooshing his hand between his rock hard member and her writhing, wet sex. She felt his fingers drift along her center again, and this time she waited until his fingers were gently pressing into her lips before she rocked into him. She whined pitifully as his middle finger was pulled into her core just an inch.
Her arms finally gave up and she hugged herself to her brother's sweaty chest when he pushed another finger into her sex, and both drove into her; exploring her walls, raking her inner flesh, scraping her sacred well.
"Lincoln!" she whisper-screamed into his ear before she hid her face in his hair, breathing in his scent. "Make me yours, Linc." She gasped loudly, her nails digging into his body when he corkscrewed his fingers inside her pussy. "Yes! God, yes!" Her hips writhed against him and she was so close. Her sex burnt. His fingers were like tendrils of lava, pushing her flesh apart, learning the texture of her inner self, knowing her intimately.
"God, Linc, s-s-stop, p-please…" She pushed herself up, crying out when he, in fact, didn't stop. She reached between her legs and grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of her vagina, his slick, burning fingers trailing overtop her pelvic mound and quivering abdomen.
She brought his hand up to her face, and looked him right in the eyes as she ensnared his pointer finger with her mouth. "Mmm~" She suckled on him until the taste of her love nectar was gone, and she moved on to each of his fingers. She had Lincoln writhing beneath her now, his penis straining hotly against his thin briefs. "I love it." She pushed his hand toward his briefs. "I love knowing your hand has my taste lingering on it. My essence soaking into your skin~" She helped him put his fingers on his waistband and gently tugged on it. "Now, can you be a good boy for your Lynniedoodle and slip your big…" She drifted her hand over him and squeezed his member flat against his leg. "…warm…" He fumbled with his briefs, trying his best to push them down, and growling in frustration. "…cock out for me?"
He popped out and instantly Lynn's hand wrapped around him. She tugged on him, drawing a bead of pre-cum at his tip. She caught it with her thumb before giving him a few strokes. "Mmm, so this is what my brother feels like?"
She stroked him slowly, teasingly, just as he'd just done to her. "Do you want…" She paused to look him in the eyes. "…w-want to know what we feel like… together?"
His breath caught suddenly. "Y-y-yes…" he breathed out.
She nodded, steeling her nerves. "I want to know, too." She let him go and stood up on her knees, the mud beneath her legs feeling cold to the touch. "Sit up, your sex goddess wants to sit in your lap."
His face blushed surprisingly, but he obeyed.
Lynn slipped her shorts and panties down to one ankle, her bare feet slipping in the muddy dirty as she lowered her butt onto her brother's lap.
Linc gulped when Lynn put his hands onto her hips, and she put her own hands around his shoulders.
"Hi." She was grinning, practically glowing.
"Hey." The smile was contagious, and he felt the glow light up his cheeks.
"So… think you can do it, or do you need me to guide you in?" Her eyes darted away shyly, her teeth biting her lower lip.
She still wanted to make sure he was doing this willingly; that he was falling headfirst into her net of love. But… at this point, she'd gladly take the lead.
He inhaled shaky air and nodded his head.
Lynn bent her knees around her brother and slid forward. His cock bumped into her thigh and she whimpered at the feeling.
Linc took himself in his hand and slid the tip up and down her wet slit. He searched for that place where her folds opened up into a deep cavern, and when he found it he stole his breath and took the plunge into sexy waters.
Lynn gasped when his tip pried her walls apart as Lincoln pulled her towards him. She tightened her legs around him and squeezed more of his rigid steel into her core. "Ah ah ah!"
He pulled back just a little and pulled her back onto his member, now slick with her lubrication. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to the gentle rocking their lovemaking was doing.
Their faint moans and silent whimpers filled their secret haven with noises of love.
Lynn tightened her grip around his shoulders and brought her lips to his, pressing urgently against his swollen mouth. Her hips couldn't jackhammer against him like she wanted, but the slow, deep thrusts were maddening.
The sounds of their slick sexes sliding against each other, kissing and embracing feverishly, filled their ears like water. Their minds swam until all they knew was the soul they cradled against their chest. All they could feel was their partner; their tongue, their sex, their hands, and their scent filled them up like a heavenly aroma.
When Lynn pulled back from their kiss, she was grinning through her moans. "Lincy~"
Lincoln kept his gentle thrusts up as he looked into her eyes. "Lynn~"
She ran her hand down his face and slowed her thrusts. "I love you."
He paused his movements altogether as his heart clutched in his chest. He reached a hand up to hers and held it to his cheek. "I love you, too."
She pecked him on the lips. "I know~"
They held each other's gaze for a few moments, their sexes joined in a comfortable way. But then Lynn's gentle smile tilted sideways. She pulled herself off her brother, twisting her pussy around his cock as she left him, and thoroughly enjoying that titillating way his grunting displeasure made her loins ache with need~
She put her knees in mud, and then her hands. Her thighs were spread wide and open, her hair was fallen over one shoulder. And she turned her head around so one of her eyes peeked at him over the curve of her back. "I want you to mount me, Lincoln."
His grin never left, though his heart nearly exploding from the sudden adrenaline rush. He edged toward her, his knees pushing hers farther apart as his cock bumped into her leg. He put his strong hands around her hips.
Lynn growled deeply, arching her back and pushing her ass closely to his hard flesh. "Make me your bitch, Lincoln."
He lined himself with her dripping core and surged as deep as he could. Her scream of pleasure took him by surprise, but he wasted no time in withdrawing completely and shoving himself back in to the hilt.
"God, yes!" she cried out in the middle of the park. Not caring about being seen, being heard; only desiring the intense sensations of his thick, heavy member scraping across her walls with every movement. "That's right, brother… fuck me!"
He pulled all the way out again and slid his tip up and down her soaking slit. She was twisting and writhing her pussy against him, trying to get him back inside. Growling, he fisted her long hair in a hand and pulled her neck back with a tug.
"Ah!" she cried out. "Nngh~ God!" She felt his tip slip around her opening a few times before he bottomed out in her cunt, slamming into the very back and filling her vision with starlight. She pushed her hips back as hard as she could with every rough thrust he made into her sex.
He felt himself getting close to a powerful orgasm, and he let go of her hair and re-gripped her hips and drove into her harder, faster, deeper than before.
Lynn pushed her face into the ground, arching her ass as high into the air as she could. Her brother was pounding into her, sliding her slowly across the dirt. God, his cock felt so big, filled her so full, made her complete. Her pink lips were parted, panting, begging for more. She needed more.
She felt his pace quicken, her own moans escalating in rhythm and volume. She felt him thicken inside her, plugging her up with every thrust. Her nails scraped across the ground to steady her body, her aching lungs sucking in air. "Ahhh, Linc!" Her orgasm was rushing to meet her, to flood her in more than just one way. "Fuck me harrrderrr!"
God, she was close. And so was he.
She felt him twitch deep in her, and he withdrew and thrust three more times, hitting her cervix with each stroke. "Yes, yes, yes!" She felt him bury himself as far as he could go and his hot cum was released straight into her womb. He was unmoving, a wreck of nervous jitters and grunting moans, but she ground her core against him as he kept spurting globs of semen deep inside her body. "Yes, fuck your cum into me, brother." Spurt. "Keep doing it. Inside me, Lincoln! God, yes!" She nearly passed out as his searing heat flooded her womb just as her waves of ecstasy rushed over her quivering body. She clamped down onto his rugged member and squeezed out one more pump of cum; her walls contracting and squeezing him so tightly he whimpered.
She felt him fall onto her back, hugging her to him, and she panted the breath back into her lungs as her body slowly recovered. His cock was slowly deflating and eventually slipped out of her lips. She hurriedly covered her nether regions with her hand.
She slipped her panties up her legs, dirty and yucky, and swiftly molded them over her cunt, trapping his sperm against her sex. She saw a wet spot slowly forming on the cotton undies and she pushed a finger against it, pressing it back inside her lips. She sighed when she felt all that wonderful stuff slip deeper into her body, her eyes closed and her mouth smiling.
She slipped her shorts and shirt on and watched as Lincoln righted his own clothes, too.
Yep. If that didn't do it, then nothing will.
She was talking about making her brother her lover, you pervs… not making herself pregnant with a child of sin.
Although~
That'd be a pretty wicked bonus, wouldn't it? Wink~
She stood up, and her legs were wobbly and sore. Mud caked her face, her arms, her legs, and it was even inside her clothes. On her butt, her back, her stomach. Virtually everywhere.
But it was totes worth it, as Leni'd say.
However, Lynn couldn't have her family getting too suspicious about their illicit affair! She was fairly certain that she'd done a great job of keeping their sexy attraction a secret from their sisters, but one can never be too careful!
So, to her brother's concern, she got a rock and scraped her foot on it. She whimpered as blood slowly drew along the jagged scratch. And then, with pouting lips, she put her arms out to her brother. "Lincy! That rock hurt me…"
He rolled his eyes, though still worried. "I literally just watched you cut yourself, stupid."
She sobbed, managing a tear to fall down her cheek. Sniff, sniff. "B-b-bwuhver, ca'wy me home?" Her fingers were grabbing toward him like a newborn wanting its milk.
He sighed and came to her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. And he lifted her up by the back of her knees and her upper back.
"You're lucky I love you, Lynn," he huffed as he carried her back home.
Lynn was beaming at the sky, seeing a squirrely couple dancing together in the trees. A boy and girl, just like herself and her brother. And her heart soared.
She couldn't resist teasing home, though. She leaned over and nuzzled her nose against his temple and kissed his eyebrow. "Oh? You'll be the one feeling lucky after what I do to you tonight~"
When she suddenly reached down and stroked his flaccid member through his jeans, he could have died. He didn't know what was worse…
The fact that they smelled strongly of sex.
The fact that they looked like they'd just had sex.
The fact that Lynn's shorts had a cumstain in the crotch.
Or the fact that he was suddenly sporting a boner that'd be impossible to hide while carrying his injured sister inside the house.
But with Lynn purring into his chest like a satisfied kitten, he figured he'd worry about it later.
After all, the perverseness of it all was a little exciting~
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