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Enter the Sandboy	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 53409 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 6: Working the Quads
Lincoln hadn’t been sure that he should even bother going to sleep. After four nights in a row of one sister or another coming into his bedroom, the odds of that not happening tonight seemed pretty low. But Lincoln’s bedtime was ten o’clock, and his sisters tended to show up sometime after midnight, so he figured he better get those couple hours of precious shuteye while he could.
His mind tried to pester him with the disturbing revelations that had come from his session with Lisa. But Lincoln was so physically and emotionally exhausted that even these thoughts could not keep him awake. Soon, his eyes were shut, and he was snoring softly.
***
In a deep, dark jungle, big-game hunter Lincolnton Plethorage walked down a narrow trail. Clad in a pith helmet and khaki shorts, he held his trusty Linchester rifle at the ready. Behind him, his faithful companion Clive McKnives whetted his collection of blades in preparation for an encounter with one of this jungle’s fabled beasts.
“Ah, sharp as razors,” Clive declared proudly as he inspected the two machete-sized knives he had just finished honing. Then he banged the flats of the two blades together repeatedly, making a loud clang with each hit.
“Must you do that?” Lincolnton asked.
“Sorry, old bean,” Clive replied. “I’m just very excited to- AAAH!”
Lincolnton whipped around and saw no one behind him. His friend had disappeared.
“Clive? Clive!”
From somewhere in the bush emanated a deep, inhuman growl. Beads of sweat appeared on Lincolnton’s forehead as he cocked his rifle and hefted it, preparing to fire the moment the beast came into view.
Come on, old chap, he thought to himself. No savage beast has gotten the better of Lincolnton Plethorage yet.
With a deafening roar, the creature leaped out of the bush directly in front of Lincolnton, knocking the rifle from his hands and sending it spinning off into the underbrush. The beast was two-legged, tall, and hairy, and when it leaned down to look him in the eye, it had a savage version of Lincoln’s own face.
“You’re mine now,” it growled.
“AAAAAGH!” Lincoln screamed, sitting bolt upright in bed.
“AAAAAH!” someone screamed back.
Lincoln looked and saw Lynn standing in his doorway. She looked more than startled; she was pale and shaky, like he’d scared her out of her wits.
“Sorry,” Lincoln said tremulously. “I- I had a nightmare.”
“Me too!” Lynn cried.
Lynn practically leaped into Lincoln’s bed, and the two shaking kids grabbed each other in a tight embrace.
“What- What was your nightmare about?” Lynn asked.
“A monster with my face.”
“That’s awful!”
“Really awful. What was yours about?”
“An evil baseball team in clown makeup. They were chasing me with metal bats!”
“That’s awful, too!”
Lincoln snatched Bun-Bun off his shelf and shoved him between their bodies so they could hold him and each other at the same time. For over a minute, they stayed like that, shivering and clinging to each other.
“Can- Can I stay here for a while?” Lynn asked.
Lincoln momentarily flashed on the image of the monster from his dream—the monster that lurked within him even now. Part of him wanted to tell Lynn to go, to run and save herself. But Lincoln was still scared, and holding his big sister like this was so comforting that he just couldn’t refuse her.
“Yeah.”
Over the next couple of minutes, Lincoln calmed down. And then, before any of his fears could even try to worm their way back into his thoughts, the boy was sound asleep.
***
Lincoln was in the upstairs bedroom with Girl Jordan and Ronnie Anne. Both girls looked super-hot in their revealing outfits as they flirted shamelessly with him.
“Remember,” Girl Jordan was saying coquettishly, “your urges are ‘effectively irresistible.’ It’s a scientific fact.”
“Exactly,” Ronnie Anne concurred. “So why not just go with it and have some fun?”
It was true: Even in his dreams, Lincoln’s reason and willpower were no match for his baser urges.
“You’re right,” Lincoln replied. “If this is the way things are now, I guess I should just embrace it.” Then, with deliberate salaciousness, he asked, “So, uh, what’s your favorite sex position?”
“Ooooh,” Girl Jordan replied eagerly, “doggy style, definitely. It just makes me feel sexy.”
“Call me old-fashioned,” Ronnie Anne said, “but I like missionary. Spreading my legs wide and the guy just driving it into me…it’s heaven.”
Suddenly, a third girl appeared in the doorway: a redhead wearing a yellow tank top and tight cutoffs. Lincoln recognized her at once.
“Paige! Welcome to the party!” Lincoln said confidently. “So, what’s your favorite position?”
“Um, I was just looking for the bathroom.”
Lincoln reddened. “Oh. It’s, uh, it’s down the ha-”
“Just kidding!” Paige shouted. Then she came into the room and, grinning, pulled him to her until their bodies were pressed together. “And my favorite position is cowgirl.”
Lincoln’s face relaxed into a sly smile. “Then let’s saddle up, buckaroo.”
“Yee-hah!” Paige replied.
Girl Jordan and Ronnie Anne watched with lustful smiles as Lincoln and Paige made out and stumbled their way to the bed. As soon as they landed on the springy mattress, Lincoln found himself eagerly stripping off Paige’s clothes while the girl undressed him just as enthusiastically. Meanwhile, Ronnie Anne and Girl Jordan began dancing sexily with each other as they both cast smoky glances in Lincoln’s direction.
“Save a little something for me,” Girl Jordan said teasingly.
“And save a lot of something for me,” Ronnie Anne added, making Girl Jordan smack her playfully on her bottom through her tight Lycra shorts.
Now, both Lincoln and Paige were naked. Paige wasted no time climbing on top of him to straddle his hips. Her little pussy had just a few wisps of blonde hair above it.
“Put yourself inside me, Lincoln,” she said, rising up on her knees.
Lincoln reached down, took hold of his iron-hard member, and positioned it by feel.
“Come on down,” he said huskily.
Paige sank down, impaling herself on Lincoln’s member. They moaned in unison. Then Paige started moving slowly up and down on top of him.
“Touch me,” she whispered. “Up here.”
She took Lincoln’s hands and put them on the tiny bumps of her barely-begun breasts. Lincoln fondled them eagerly, enjoying their soft-firm feel in his hands.
“They’re so nice,” Lincoln said. “I could keep touching them all night.”
“I don’t see anyone stopping you,” Paige replied wickedly.
Their pace gradually sped up until Paige was riding him hard and fast. It felt so good that Lincoln never wanted it to stop. But he was becoming aware that in a sense, it was just about to.
And three, two, one.
Lincoln opened his eyes, and there he was on his back, his hands gripping Lynn’s tight, extremely well-toned ass as she rode him. She was completely naked, her red-and-white sleep-jersey in a pile on one corner of the bed. Her very small, freckled breasts jiggled ever so slightly with her movements. As for Lincoln, his pajama top was fully unbuttoned, exposing his bare chest, and the bottoms were down around his knees.
“Oh, yeah,” Lynn breathed, looking down at Lincoln, her hips pumping up and down to push his cock into her again and again. “This feels amazing…”
“So amazing,” Lincoln gasped.
He had already been thrusting up into her, apparently, and he didn’t want to stop now. He tightened his grip on Lynn’s ass and fucked her harder.
“Oh God,” she whimpered. “Oh God, I’m getting close…I can’t believe we’re…we’re actually…HYAAAAHH!”
“AHHHHH!” Lincoln cried, and shot jets of cum up into his sister’s body.
As soon as they were finished, Lynn collapsed on top of Lincoln.
“Oh man,” she panted in his ear. “Oh, man…that was incredible…”
He remembered what Lori had said: that all of his older sisters had a birth control implant, Lynn included. So he didn’t have that to worry about. And then came the thought that maybe dream-Girl Jordan and dream-Ronnie Anne had a point: If his urge for sex really was irresistible like Lisa said, why fight it?
Besides, it felt nice to be close to Lynn like this, skin to skin, with a part of him still inside her.
“It was really great,” Lincoln said, knowing it was true even if he had slept through most of their liaison.
And then he was asleep again, Lynn snoring on top of him.
***
Lincoln awoke to the Saturday-morning sunshine beaming down through his high window. As he yawned and stretched, his arm came into contact with someone else’s chest. And before he could even turn his head to look at her, she rolled on top of him. Her face hovered right over his.
“Morning, Linc,” Lynn said. “Last night was awesome.”
“Um, yeah,” Lincoln agreed, his face reddening.
“They say a girl’s first time is supposed to hurt, but it was totally fine. I guess I must’ve busted my own cherry doing hurdles, or BMX, or competitive yoga, or-”
“There’s competitive yoga?” Lincoln interrupted.
“There is the way I do it,” she replied.
Then, with a twinkle in her eye, Lynn asked, “Soooo…you wanna do it again?”
It was a strange moment for Lincoln. He’d done it, what, six times now? But this was the first time he’d actually had the opportunity to make a conscious decision about whether to have sex. Incestuous, underage sex.
But that thought didn’t stop his penis from growing hard enough that Lynn probably felt it pressing between her thighs as she straddled him. Nor did Lincoln’s concerns even come close to suppressing the burning need that now permeated every cell of his body at the mere thought of getting his erect penis inside Lynn’s body again.
“Yeah,” he breathed. “Definitely.”
“Good,” Lynn replied. “My quads could use a little more work. But I need some warmup first.”
“You mean, like, stretches or something?”
“No, dingus, I mean I need you to help me get ready. Do that stuff with your hands like you did last night.”
“What stuff?”
“You know,” she replied, turning a bit pink, “like, with my boobs.”
She seemed oddly shy for someone who was buck naked and straddling him with her bare genitals on top of his. Or for Lynn in general. Then again, this territory was even newer for her than it was for him.
“Um, okay,” Lincoln said.
She sat up on top of him, and he put his hands on her chest. Her tiny breasts felt every bit as nice in his hands as dream-Paige’s. Maybe that was because when he was touching Paige’s little boobs in his dream, he was touching Lynn’s in real life.
Except that Lincoln wasn’t sure what to do with them. He found himself squeezing them repeatedly, which drew an odd look from Lynn.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“You- you wanted me to do this.”
“No, do what you did last night.”
“I don’t remember what that was.”
“How can you not remember? You started the whole thing.” She smiled dreamily as she added, “You were like an animal. I mean, wow. And it was cool of you to let me be on top, since it was my first time and all. Plus I needed the quad blast.”
“Sorry, I…don’t remember any of that.”
Lincoln explained to Lynn about his dreams. The girl nodded slowly.
“Ah, okay, so you’re better when you’re asleep than when you’re awake. Well, how about this: You just close your eyes and let me do everything this time.”
Lincoln wasn’t sure he liked the idea of being completely passive in this situation. But his cock was stirring, letting him know that what idea he liked was far less important than getting inside Lynn again.
“Okay.”
She took his thumbs and gently circled the tips of them around her puffy little nipples. Then, once Lincoln had the idea and could continue the motion himself, she reached down and stroked his cock. Her skill was minimal—she basically just moved the palm of her hand up and down it where it lay against his stomach—but Lincoln was horny enough that he nonetheless went from semi-hard to fully erect.
“Yeah, there it is,” Lynn murmured.
She moved forward slightly, and Lincoln felt the wet heat of her vagina press against the underside of his shaft. With just a few wriggles of Lynn’s hips, her lower lips unfolded around his length; Lincoln, his eyes still closed, took pleasure in the sensation of all that heat and erotic slipperiness against him.
Lynn began to move slowly forward and back, rhythmically grinding her genitals against his.
“Lucy didn’t lie,” she said. “This feels nice.”
Do I have even one sister who can keep a secret? Lincoln wondered.
The grinding felt nice to Lincoln, too, although there was another issue.
“Uh, Lynn? My thumbs are starting to get tired.”
“Oh, um, yeah, sorry. Here.” She took hold of his hands and moved them down to her hips. “Just squeeze my butt. It felt good when you did it last night.”
“Okay.”
It felt pretty good to Lincoln, too, Lynn’s bottom being nicely firm and toned. He squeezed it in time with Lynn’s movements, and he used his grip to enhance her range of motion as she moved forward and back.
“Mmmm, that’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Lynn said. “But that’s enough undercard stuff; time for the main event. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
Lincoln, keeping his eyes closed, felt Lynn rise up off of his hips and take hold of his erect cock, the underside of which was now slick with Lynn’s moisture. Then, slowly, she sank down, taking his member inside her.
“Not bad…” she murmured.
She moved up and down, slowly, leaning forward and putting her hands on Lincoln’s shoulders for leverage. Lincoln continued to hold her tight butt and gently help her move.
Lynn gradually picked up her pace, such that her slow up-and-down movements evolved into bouncing vigorously on Lincoln’s cock. Now, Lincoln couldn’t help but open his eyes and look at her.
All thoughts of Lynn being his sister vanished. What he was looking up at was a cute girl with a toned body and sweet, tiny, freckled breasts. Not to mention the full blush of sexual arousal from her cheeks all the way down her chest.
“AAAAHHH!” Lincoln cried, orgasm suddenly overcoming him and making him to shoot cum like a geyser straight up into Lynn.
Lynn didn’t say anything; she just kept riding him, even harder now.
“Come…on…” she grunted. “Come onnnnn…YES!” she cried, her body jerking with her own orgasm.
“Whew,” she said as she collapsed on top of him. “I was afraid I wasn’t going to get to cum before you went soft on me.”
“Oh, uh, sorry,” Lincoln replied sheepishly.
“It’s okay. I mean, that wasn’t as good as last night, but it sure wasn’t bad.”
Quickly recovering her breath, Lynn got up and threw her sleep-jersey back on.
“Now I gotta hit the showers. Later!”
Coming up—Chapter 7: So, Like, That’s Why It’s Called Rock ‘n Roll?
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