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Deviant Desires	By : Flagg1991 Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 8519 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Just before 10pm, Lincoln jammed his time card into the wall-mounted clock between the bathrooms, punched out, and dropped it in on the front counter on his way out. Damal Watkins, his coworker, was mopping the dining room and the last customers of the night, a white man with giant arms and an ugly Asian woman, sat at a table in the corner where they had been parked for nearly two hours. Lincoln sidestepped a yellow WET FLOOR sign, bent to pick up a wadded-up napkin that he somehow missed when he swept, and pushed through the door.
The night was warm and still, and bugs danced around the overhead lights lining the promenade. All of the other stores in the shopping center were closed save for Meijer's, and aside from a few cars and a pick-up truck, the parking lot stood empty, the pavement lit at intervals by the frosty glow of tall lamps. Lincoln shoved his hands into his pockets and crossed the parking lot to the bus stop at the corner. A Hispanic woman with big hoop earrings and a T-shirt with FRESH emblazoned across the chest sat on the bench and a white guy in a vest stood next to a street sign and talked into a cell phone. Lincoln dropped onto the edge of the bench, clasped his hands between his knees, and drew a deep, weary breath.
While he waited, he thought of Sam. Earlier, he was convinced that she was coming onto him, but now, hours later and far away, he was beginning to seriously doubt himself. Again. She hadn't done anything particularly out of line. The ice cream thing...well, she did make crude jokes sometimes (once, when he was in a bad mood, she told him he either needed a tampon or some dick), and that 'wow, Linc, you look so buff' crap was her obviously teasing him for being scrawny.
When you run those things through a dirty mind, you're bound to come away with the wrong impression. Sam wasn't in the wrong here, he was. She kidded around with him, and BOOM, he's thinking about her eyes and laugh and cute little butt like a pervert.
His stomach rippled with self-loathing and he took a deep breath. Every wandering thought of Sam, every idle ideation, was a slap not only to her face but to Luna's as well, and the more he did it, the more disgusted with himself he became.
Maybe he should go back to his dorm. He could cook up some kind of excuse and leave tomorrow morning. Luna would probably be disappointed, but better that than having him perv her girlfriend for the next five days. He'd be out on summer vacation in a few weeks and before he left for Royal Woods, he could stop off and stay with them for a few days. By then, he should hopefully be over this and everything would be back to normal.
Next to him, the Hispanic woman's thumbs blazed across the screen, and she absent-mindedly muttered to herself about someone named Ernesto who, apparently, was a "maricon." That meant...Lincoln wasn't sure, but Ronnie Anne used to use it against him, Poppa Wheelie, Clyde, and Rusty, so he assumed it was the kind of insult over which a man would punch another man without hesitation.
Would running away really solve anything? Though he sometimes forgot this fact, he was a grown man now and a man is supposed to confront his issues, not flee from them like a little girl from a scary sound. Sam didn't mean anything by her teasing, he mistook it for something else. It really wasn't that big a deal. An adult would recognize where he erred, correct himself, and go on with his life. Only an immature little diaper baby would storm out.
He was making a far bigger issue out of this than it really was.
That didn't change how dirty he felt, or how much he dreaded being around his sister's girlfriend right now.
A few minutes later, the bus pulled to the curb in a pneumatic hiss of air brakes and the accordion doors folded open. Lincoln got to his feet and fell in behind the man and woman. He dug the fare out of his pocket, stuck it into the change box, and sat in the first open seat he came to. Tinny rap music filtered from an iPhone somewhere in the back, and across from him, a fat woman leaned against the handle of a metal grocery cart.
The ride to Luna's street took fifteen minutes, and in that time, the nugget of suspense in Lincoln's stomach grew until he was so nauseous he thought he would puke.
At his stop, he climbed off and walked two blocks southwest to Luna's building, staying in the shadows and avoiding the light cast by the streetlamps. He met people on the way but he ignored them and they ignored him; in Royal Woods, a polite nod between strangers was customary, but in the city, no one had the time or inclination, for in the city, each man is an island unto himself, more alone and isolated from his neighbors than their 'wilderness' dwelling counterparts. He reached Luna's building ten minutes after setting out. The glare of the lobby lights stung his eyes and the dirty floor tiles stuck to the bottoms of his shoes. The smell of a thousand different budget meals mingled in the hall and music rattled the walls. At Luna's door, he knocked and waited, heartbeat picking up. A moment later, Sam appeared and flashed a pretty smile that knocked his stomach into his throat.
"Hey, Linc," she said. She wore a blue and white striped T-shirt that formed tight to her breasts and bared her midriff - belly button ring winking suggestively - and a pair of hip hugger jeans a full size too small. If she turned, they would be molded to her butt like a second skin, and Lincoln would look, no matter how bad it made him feel afterward.
"Hey," he said.
She made no move to let him pass. "Can I come in?" he asked.
Sam bunched her lips to the side and made a show of considering his request. "Hmmm. I dunno. You ate my ice cream yesterday. That's some serious stuff, Linc. You never eat a girl's ice cream."
See? She just liked messing with him.
He opened his mouth to reply but she stopped him.
"You eat her…"
She left the thought unfinished, but her meaning was crystal clear, even to a noob like Lincoln, and a mortified blush burst across his cheeks. A salacious grin spread across Sam's lips and she waggled her brows. Maybe she wasn't coming onto him, maybe she really was just playing around. If so, Lincoln didn't like it. He didn't like it at all. It was kind of cruel, after all, like teasing a starving man with a sandwich, or a homeless guy with a fat wad of cash in your pocket. Hey, I know you're a virgin, can barely talk to girls, and only 'gave up' on dating because no one wanted you, so let me flaunt my beautiful eyes, pink lips, and sleek body in front of you. You want this, don't you?
Yes.
He did.
Very much.
Though he knew this...had known it since at least this morning...putting it in so many words knocked him off kilter and filled him with shame. This was his sister's girlfriend he was talking about here. If Sam were single, no problem, if she was with someone else...problem, but not the keeps-me-up-at-night kind. She wasn't single, however, and she wasn't with anyone else, she was with Luna. His sister. Even thinking about her was morally reprehensible.
Was Sam doing this on purpose? Was she intentionally teasing him?
He hoped not, because that might mean she liked him, and if she made a serious pass at him, he wouldn't be able to resist. But he also hoped she was...because despite what it would do to Luna if she found out and despite the guilt he would always carry with him, he'd take Sam willingly and with gusto.
Lincoln chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. His mind raced in time with his heart and his head spun. He was confused, horny, and repulsed with his own selfishness. He was a man conflicted and suddenly, he was so dizzy that standing upright took all the strength he had.
"But yeah," Sam said and stepped aside, "I guess you can come in." She winked, and Lincoln smiled dumbly because he had no idea what else he could do.
Inside, Luna sat with her back against the arm of the couch and her knees drawn to her chest. Her long purple T-shirt covered her lap but left her legs bare. Like Sam's, they were long, smooth, and exquisite, and Lincoln ran his eyes over them with a shameless abandon that he knew even then would come back to haunt him as he tried to sleep later on. God, she was his sister!
In his current state, that didn't matter.
Her legs, on the other hand, and the sweet fruit nestled at their apex...
Jesus Christ, Linc, listen to yourself! You're talking about your sister's vagina!
That snapped him out of it. He was so turned on he was actually thinking about his own sister. The urge to puke gripped him and if he were alone, he would have dashed off to the bathroom, but Luna was looking and him now and Sam was lurking behind him like a slasher in a horror movie, so he swallowed and put on his most normal expression. Nope, nothing to see here, ladies, just a guy coming home from work to spend time with his sister and her girlfriend. And not in a dirty way. Why would you even think that? I'm just a regular guy and not some kind of deranged, sister loving pervert. My sisters are all great people, but not so great I want to fu -
"Hey, bro," Luna said. She held her phone up to her face and swiped her finger up the screen. Her features were strained, as though she were trying to hold in a fart...or a bitter rebuke. You wanna fuck my girl, huh?
No, Jesus, I just…
Okay, well, yes, kind of, but no, not really, like...if you're offering then...no, actually, no, I'm not, okay?
"Hey," he said. She moved her feet and he sat stiffly down.
Sam came over and dropped beside him, pulled her legs under her in a crossways V, and rested her head in her upturned palm. "How was your day, Linc?" she asked.
"Good," Lincoln said with a cumbersome nod. Why couldn't she leave him alone? Didn't she realize he was a horny-ass rabid dog who was so far gone he literally called his own sister's vag sweet fruit? If she was doing this on purpose, she'd done enough already; stand down, girl, I'm on the ropes.
She threaded her fingers through her blonde hair and fixed him with those dazzling blue eyes. He was vaguely aware of Luna watching him over the top of her phone, but when he turned to her, she darted her eyes timidly back to the screen. Sam pressed closer, her knee prodding Lincoln's, and the air seemed to get hotter. He was boxed in, trapped between a rock and a hard place, and icy fingers of claustrophobia rankled the edges of his consciousness. He took a deep breath and let it out in a shaky rush that he hoped didn't look suspicious but feared did. "Anything interesting happen?" Sam asked.
"N-Not really," Lincoln said. "Not much does there."
"You never know. You might get robbed. And then you might fight back and get your picture in the paper." She tilted to see around him. "Wouldn't that be cool, Lune? Your big, strong, heroic brother in the news?"
"As long as it's not the obituaries, yeah," Luna agreed.
A morbid laugh was shocked from Lincoln's throat. If he fought back against a wouldbe armed robber, that's exactly where he would end up.
"Nah, not Linc," Sam scoffed, as though the notion of Lincoln doing anything but saving the day (and getting the girl?) was impossible. "He's brave, resourceful, quick on his feet, and really cute." She dug her fingers into his stomach and Lincoln shot to his feet like a black preacher at tent revival. Luna glared at Sam and Sam flickered her eyes to Lincoln's butt. Get a load of this tight tukas.
Luna's jaw clenched and her eyes flashed like frosty moonbeams. She opened her mouth to snap, but stopped herself. After Lincoln left for work, they had had loud wall-shattering sex, Sam coaxing from her the orgasm she started but stopped at the pool. As they lay together afterward, naked, sweaty, and covered in each other's juices, she started in about Lincoln again. I know you dig him, she said, just admit it.
She almost did admit it, but the words stuck like barbs in her throat. How could she confess to loving her brother the way she did? How could she lay bare her heart when the object of her affection was verboten? Did Sam really want this from her? How would she feel when Luna looked her in the eye and said I love Lincoln? Would it hurt her? Would it make her jealous? She claimed to be okay with it now, but it was only a nebulous concept and not immutable truth. Once Luna spoke those words, they would become real, and they could never, ever be taken back. Could Sam live with that? Luna loved her dearly, loved her as much as she did Lincoln, and the prospect of hurting her, maybe even driving her away, made her sick.
Once her declaration was out, everything would change. She didn't know how yet, but it would. If she kept her mouth closed and worked through her emotions, they would remain the same. She would not have Lincoln the way she wanted, but she would have him, and she would have Sam too.
It was better, easier, safer, to keep these longings stuffed in the darkest chambers of her heart. I don't, she sighed. She could see the incredulity in Sam's eyes, and added, I did. A long time ago. I wanted him. Bad. But not anymore. She was shocked at the ease with which the lie came, and in the semi-darkness, she studied Sam's face to see if she bought it or not. The blonde's gaze was frank, unwavering, and inscrutable.
I don't, Luna swore, defensive now. Sam, I really don't, just please leave me alone about it. She got up and got dressed, and the whole time, Sam watched her with a meditative expression. If you looked into her clear eyes, you could see the cogs and wheels turning in her head. She wasn't going to leave it alone, and right here was the proof. She was…
What was she doing? Trying to seduce Lincoln for her like a mama cat bringing its callow babe the food it couldn't hunt for itself?
Luna didn't know, but Sam needed to cut it out. This wasn't her business.
"I'm gonna take a shower," Lincoln tossed over his shoulder. He was already hurrying toward the bedroom like a man fleeing the clutches of some great beast, but too polite to break into an outright run.
When he was gone, Luna shot a dirty look at Sam. "I told you to stop," she said.
"Stop what?"
"You're messing with Lincoln."
Sam's brows furrowed in confusion. "I always mess with him."
"You know what I mean," Luna said tightly.
Sam started to argue, but realized it was futile. "I'm softening him up for you."
Softening him up? What the hell did that mean?
Sensing her bewilderment, Sam slid off the couch and slipped behind Luna. Kneeling, she propped her elbows on the couch's arm, laid her hands on Luna's shoulders, and began to work her tense muscles. Luna allowed it to happen, but didn't relax. "You can keep saying whatever you want, Luna, but I know you like Lincoln, and I know that one of your major hang-ups is that he might think you're gross and reject you."
Luna didn't reply.
That wasn't what she was really afraid of. She could handle rejection and heartache. She could not handle pushing her brother away by coming onto him. If she made a move, he might not simply tell her no, he might pull away from her entirely. And why wouldn't he? Isn't that what any normal person would do if their sibling professed unnatural and undying love to them?
"So," Sam said and ran her thumbs along either slope of Luna's neck, "I'm going to get him so bothered and hot that he'll jump your bones without a second thought."
Luna sighed. "I don't want that," she said honestly. You might as well drug him, she thought but didn't add.
Sam's moist lips touched the side of Luna's throat, and a shiver went down her spine. "Yes you do," she said.
A leaden balloon swelled in Luna's depths and her heart rate accelerated. How could Sam turn her on with so little effort? A stray touch, an errant kiss, sometimes a fleeting look, and Luna was reduced to putty in her girlfriend's expert hands.
Sam crept her fingers over Luna's shoulders and down the front of her tank top. Luna bit her lower lip, tilted her head back, and gratefully surrendered herself to Sam's ministrations. For as long as she was preoccupied with Sam, she wouldn't think of Lincoln, and she welcomed the respite from the tangled mass tying ever tighter within her. Sam found the aching nubs of her nipples and brushed her thumbs over them. Luna closed her eyes and shut out the world until the only thing that remained was the sensation of soft, sure touches. She slouched down like a melting snowwoman and stretched out on her back while Sam scuttled around the arm and knelt over her like a pervert faith healer. She pulled Luna's shirt over her breasts, leaned in, and flicked her nipple with the tip of her tongue, then molded her lips around it. Her left hand glided down Luna's quivering stomach and disappeared into her pale purple panties.
The heat of Sam's touch soaked into her fevered sex, and when Sam pried apart her lips and sank her fingers into her opening, Luna gasped. She threw one arm behind her, gripped the couch, and began to rock against her girlfriend's fingers. Sam alternated between slow and fast, stopping just long enough to pull her back from the edge of cumming then starting again. Her thumb grazed Luna's clit and she trailed wet kisses over her exposed stomach and breasts.
Luna sucked her bottom lip into her mouth to stifle her cries and thrusted faster, meeting each one of Sam's quick forward motions. Sam's face hovered inches above her own, eyes hazy, hair stuck out and lending her a crazed appearance. She kissed the corner of Luna's mouth, then her neck, then her ear. "You want him," The blonde breathed.
Pressure spread out from Luna's center and mounted in her stomach. The friction of Sam's fingers caressing her inner walls and skimming her clit was becoming too much. She dug her heels into the couch and arched her back up, down, up, down, humping her girlfriend's hand with needy abandon.
"You wanna fuck your little brother," Sam said. Her voice was shaky and thick with her own need. "You want him to fuck you so bad."
Luna's orgasm was fast approaching and she could do nothing to stop it.
"Tell me," Sam said and ghosted her lips over Luna's nipple. "Tell me how bad you want him to put it in you."
The last little bit of resolve in Luna's brain crumbled and she finally, at long last, gave voice to what was in her heart. "So bad," she whimpered.
"You want him to rail you."
Sam thrusted fast and hard, as if to punctuate her point, and Luna started to cum. "Yes," she trembled.
"You want him to cum in you."
Luna's climax exploded in her with the power of a burning sun, and she cried out, her body clamping down on Sam's fingers in a vain attempt to suck in every last drop of the sperm they would not produce. Luna held onto the cushions and undulated her hips, riding tide after tide of pulsating bliss.
When she came down, she swallowed thickly and looked up at Sam, who smiled down at her.
"Now," Sam panted, "We get to work."
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