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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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Lincoln Loud had always been a restless sleeper. He tossed, turned, shifted, and changed positions more than a politician running for president, and only dropped off through some convoluted alignment of stars and planets that happened only in the deepest hours of night, sometimes at 1am, sometimes at 3. Little did he know that that night, it wouldn't happen until nearly 5.
He, Sam, and Luna went to bed around midnight. He remembered what had happened immediately before they'd all tucked in. They were sitting up in bed when he came out of the bathroom in a puff of steam. They both looked at him strangely, Sam with lidded eyes and Luna with something like fear, and he silently thanked God that he put his shirt on before coming out.
Hey, Linc, Sam purred. She wore a pale pink T-shirt that, even sitting down, looked three sizes too big, the fabric creased and bunched like excess skin, She planted one hand into the bed and leaned over, back arching, and it slipped down her shoulder to expose warm, creamy flesh a light, sun-kissed shade of tan. Come here.
Lincoln's throat closed to a tiny pinprick and his mind screamed at him to run, but his feet carried him forward anyway. Sit down, she commanded, and he did, the mattress dipping beneath his weight. Sitting on her knees behind him, she tossed her hair out of her face and started to massage his shoulders, her fingertips pushing deep into his muscles and making him wince in discomfort. You're really tense, dude, jeez.
Work sucks, he managed.
She laughed like that was the funniest thing she'd ever heard.
It didn't sound entirely genuine...but it didn't sound sarcastic either.
Tell me about it, she said. I hate work. I don't mind sucking, though.
Lincoln blinked.
W-Was she being dirty or was he misinterpreting what she meant?
Sam's thumbs made firm circles and he winced again, all erotic suppositions scattering because wow, this kind of hurts. People do this for fun? Can you ease up a little? he asked.
Sorry. She pulled away, and a second later, her hands slipped underneath his shirt. Her nails lightly scraped his skin, and his heart leapt into his throat. She pressed her body to his and he could distinctly feel the gentle outline of her breasts. Her hot exhalations puffed against the side of his neck and her hair caressed his cheek like summer satin. Her fresh, flowery scent tantalized his senses and the feeling of her nails kissing his flesh made his back bow like a man in an electric chair. Is that better? she asked in a low pant.
Lincoln licked his lips. Despite relieving himself in the shower, he was starting to get hard again. He closed his eyes and willed his erection to go down; it did, but vowed to come rushing back at a moment's notice. Y-Yeah, he stammered, that's...that's okay.
She raked her nails down his back and giggled sweetly at the way he jerked. His dick started to stir and if he didn't get out of there, he'd pop a rager for the record books.
The prospect of Sam and Luna seeing it drove him to his feet. I-I'm kinda hungry, he stuttered, I need something to eat.
It was a lame excuse and he knew damn well it didn't fool them, but he didn't care. Head down, he rushed out, and as he went, he swore he caught a glimpse of mild amusement on Luna's face.
The encounter had been running through his head again and again, preventing him from ever really decompressing. Around 1, a shaft of moonlight fell through the window and lay across his chest in a dusty bar like a celestial search lamp, the only witness to his restive agony. Earlier that day, when he'd been waiting for the bus, he'd considered leaving. He came up with some contrived bullshit excuse about an adult not running from his problems, but that wasn't right; sometimes walking away is the best thing you can do. Tomorrow, then, he finally decided, and once he did relief washed over him. Tomorrow he'd tell Sam and Luna he had to leave.
All he needed to do now was think of a reason that didn't sound like complete bull.
Toward dawn, he finally fell into a thin and fitful slumber, and didn't wake again until Sam and Luna came out and started making noise in the kitchen. He kept his eyes closed and tried to play possum, but within minutes, he could sense one of them crossing the room to stand in front of the couch he was laying on. It was his sister, he subconsciously knew, who stood above him, bemused by his efforts to fake slumber. She crossed her arms and gave a wan smile; everyone that had grown up in the Loud House had acquired a pretty good grasp of each other's tricks, and Lincoln in particular could be a real handful when he wanted to be. The older girls had all practically compiled a profile on him back when his schemes were a little less sophisticated, thus he had no hope of fooling her with a ploy as half-assed as keeping his eyes shut and pretending to snore. "Rise and shine, little bro," The rocker chided gently, waving a bagel under his nose until the fragrance of toasted bread made his stomach grumble loudly in response. Lincoln instantly groaned as his eyes cracked open, Luna fighting not to chuckle. "I saved you the last bagel."
Sitting up and scratching the side of his head, he muttered his thanks and took the proffered piece of bread. Luna sat next to him on the couch, enjoying how warm the blanket beneath her still was from his bodyheat, drawing her legs up. She seemed to hesitate for just a moment before, to his surprise, suddenly snuggling up to him like an affectionate cat. Her cheek laid, warm, against his shoulder, and her hand splayed across his chest just above his pounding heart. Luna's displays of tenderness were nothing new, but in the state of sustained, frazzled bewilderment he'd endured over the last couple of days, something about it felt somehow wrong. Her hugs, cuddles, and cheek kisses had always been a little cloying, but they were innocent, a sister showing love for her brother. Right now, to him, it didn't feel that way at all, and it agitated the boy to the extreme.
He didn't want to pull away or tell her to stop, though; she wasn't actually doing anything wrong, the problem was all with him and his dirty-ass mind. He'd worked himself into such a deluded frenzy that now every little thing - a friendly smile, a chaste pat - seemed to carry a deeper (and more sexual) significance that the more reasonable part of him knew wasn't actually there. In her mind, she was just cuddling with her brother. But to him, she was...
What?
He went back to the night before. Blah blah blah Luna's legs and the juicy fruit between them. His heart clutched and the back of his neck grew hot and red. That was a one time thing, though. He was so hot that he wasn't thinking, so he made an awful off-hand mental remark before realizing wait, that's your sister.
It didn't mean anything.
But tell that to the dirty pervert within.
"How'd you sleep?" she asked.
Over in the kitchen, Sam squirmed around like she was looking for something, then gave a soft 'a-ha!' upon presumably locating it; the girl stood on her tiptoes as she reached into the back of a cupboard to retrieve a mug. The hem of her shirt came almost to her knees and didn't leave much to see, but Lincoln couldn't help but look anyway. The fantasy sprang to his mind unbidden: cupping that long leg in his hands, stroking slowly down the calf all the way down to her petite foot. How smooth would it be? How soft?
"Okay, okay, I slept okay," Lincoln fumbled hurriedly, the guilt cutting into him like a buzzsaw pressed to his ribs. Luna's weight pinned his arm at his side, and after a moment, he slipped it out and draped it over the back of the couch. "Uh, you?"
She shrugged. "Eh. Just okay. There was a fly that kept landing on my face. See?" She sat up, turned her head, and presented the side of said face for inspection. A faint, pinkish mark in the rough shape of a hand met his eyes, and he laughed despite himself. "I slapped the shit out of myself trying to get it," Luna said with a sly little smile. "Twice."
"It was me," Sam called on her way to the bedroom, "Don't let her lie. She talked back and BOOM. Had to slap a ho."
Luna blew a raspberry. "Oh, please. If you did that, I'd kick your ass."
Without missing a beat, Sam changed course and started for Luna like a lioness stalking her prey across a dusty plain. Luna pushed away from Lincoln and sat up to meet the wordless challenge. Sam raised her hands threateningly, and in a flash, the two were grappling, Sam bent and Luna half-standing. Luna laughed and Sam grunted. "Go down, bitch," Sam huffed.
"No!"
Luna threw herself back against the couch, and Sam landed on top of her in a spill of limbs and hair. Lincoln ducked out of the way and got to his feet to avoid being accidentally kicked or hit. Sam dug her fingers into Luna's stomach, and Luna let out a shocked laugh that turned into a scream. "Don't you dare!"
They rolled into the spot Lincoln had so recently vacated, then slid onto the floor with a thump, Sam landing on top. She grabbed Luna's wrists and pinned them over her head in a V. The brunette thrashed and tried to escape, but Sam mounted her and caged her hips between her knees. "Get off," Luna cried.
"Nope," Sam said. A devious smile spread across her lips and she leaned over until her nose nearly touched Luna's. "You're my victim."
Before her girlfriend could reply, Sam claimed her lips, and not much time passed before Luna was kissing her back. Lincoln looked away awkwardly and rubbed the back of his neck, but his eyes were inexorably drawn back as though by some powerful magnetic force. Sam threaded her fingers through Luna's and squeezed, and she responded by arching her back up off the floor with a shy, pleased murmur.
Lincoln's throat went dry and he tried to gather up enough saliva to swallow. At last the blonde broke from her captive girlfriend's mouth and laid her hands on her shoulders, her grin sharp and bawdy, her eyes misted with lust. Blonde hair hung messily in her face, and Luna's small chest rose and fell with the hitch of her own excited breathing.
Despite his best efforts not to dwell too deeply on what he was seeing, the notion still occurred to him: is this what it looked like when they had sex?
That thought knocked the breath from Lincoln's lungs. An image of Sam and Luna, both nude and writhing together in furious tandem flashed across his mind: Sam's breasts jiggled with the force of her movements and Luna's heels dug into her butt, holding her close.
Lincoln felt himself beginning to stir, and forced his eyes away. Luna laughed, pushed Sam off, and sat up. "You're an asshole," she said.
"Gotta establish dominance," Sam said. She stopped at the bedroom door and looked back over her shoulder. "I'm getting in the shower. You guys can handle breakfast. Make it yummy." She winked, and Lincoln had the strangest feeling that she wasn't referring to food.
After she was gone, Luna staggered to her feet and brushed her fingers through her hair. "Alright, bro," she said, "looks like it's up to us."
Like Lincoln, Sam and Luna were young and made barely enough money to scrape by, so their fridge and pantry were both next to barren. He and Luna stood side-by-side before the latter, Lincoln with his arms crossed and Luna with her hands on her hips, and scanned the offerings within. A few cans, a couple jars, and several boxes. "We can do pancakes," Luna said.
"Works for me," Lincoln replied.
While Luna got a pan from the cabinet over the sink, Lincoln started whisking the flour, baking powder, and sugar together in a metal bowl. Luna sat the pan on the stove, opened the fridge, took out a gallon of milk, and bumped the door closed with her hip. She poured some of the milk into her coffee and took a sip. As for Lincoln, thoughts of Sam...and, to his intense self-disgust, Luna...intermittently intruded upon him, and every time they did he would start mixing with firm, displeased strokes, as though he could whisk away the vision of his sister and her girlfriend's frantic coupling if he only did it hard enough. His elbow hit something soft and yielding and Luna nudged his side. "Watch it, killer," she complained.
"S-Sorry," the boy apologized.
She put the milk away and stood beside him to inspect his work. "You gotta go faster than that, bro," she said.
Lincoln went faster.
"Nah, man, still too slow."
The corners of her mouth twitched into an elfin smile and a merry light twinkled in her eye. She was playing with him. Lincoln clenched the whisk hard before going faster still. "How's that?" he challenged. His arm was beginning to cramp and droplets of whiteish mix splattered his hand, the counter, and the front of Luna's shirt like -
Whisk it away. Whisk it away.
"Alright!" Luna laughed and held up her hands to ward off the batter. "You win, you win!"
The sound of her laughter had never been more musical and Lincoln couldn't resist the fond smile that edged his lips. "You're catching it from all sides today, huh?" He asked playfully.
"Sam's right," she suddenly accused, "You must be working out."
He rolled his eyes. "You know I haven't. My arms are noodles."
"Oh, they're not that bad," The rocker dismissed. She picked the bowl up, looked inside, and nodded when she found the consistency was right. She took it over to the pan and poured it out. Lincoln grabbed a loaf of bread and busied himself making toast. He stole quick, hidden glances at his sister as he worked, and while once he might have focused on her soulful eyes or cute freckles, he now found different features were drawing his attention; her delicate chin, the graceful slope of her throat, the peek of her collarbone above her shirt…
He licked his lips and turned his attention back to the bread.
Luna was just putting the last pancake on a plate when Sam came in from the bedroom and slipped behind her. "That smells good," she said.
"You smell good," Luna quipped.
"Showers will do that," Sam said. Lincoln glanced at her…
...and his heart stopped.
She was wearing nothing but a towel that barely covered her. Her dry hair fell free over her naked shoulders and her bare, statuesque legs begged to be kissed and caressed. She tucked her hair behind her ear and reached into the fridge; the towel rode up a little, and if Lincoln leaned back just enough, he could probably see her butt...and the plump swell of her sex beneath.
A slice of toast popped out of the toaster with a metallic chink and Lincoln jumped. He unthinkingly grabbed it, then ripped his hand back when it burned his fingers. Sam closed the fridge and passed between him and Luna. He tensed and held his breath, hoping she'd go away and -
Wishing
- fearing she wouldn't.
She didn't. She fell in beside Lincoln and sat something on the counter.
A tub of butter.
"Can't have toast without butter," she pointed out.
Lincoln kept his gaze straight ahead. "Yeah, can't have it like..like that." He shot a questioning look at Luna for help, but she was digging through the fridge in search of syrup. Sam bumped her hip into his and he reflexively glanced at her. She sauntered up to him and held up a butter knife like a madwoman come to claim her love at last...whether he wanted her to or not.
Instead of jamming it between his ribs, she tapped it against his chest. "You wanna do it, or me?"
Lincoln blinked. Was that a come on? It sounded like a come on, his treacherous mind reinterpreting the words. Do you want to do it...or do you want to do me?
He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but whatever it was lodged in his throat like a wad of phlegm. "You," he blurted, and when he realized what he had said, his face turned a deep, fiery shade of red.
"Okay," Sam said easily. She turned, peeled the lid off the butter, and dipped the knife in.
Maybe it wasn't a come on, but could he be blamed for thinking it was? The ice cream thing the other day, the massage last night, parading around in nothing but a towel and looking so fucking sexy he could barely stand it - there was no way she wasn't intentionally teasing him. And Luna..she was acting like this was the most normal thing in the world. There was no tension in the air to suggest they were arguing, and last night, she let Sam touch him without so much as a cross look.
Because nothing was really happening, perhaps?
That gave him pause. When you got down to it, nothing had happened. Nothing concrete, anyway. Even if she was being dirty on purpose, so what? People make crude jokes and stuff all the time. His mind kept hitting the same wall.
The only thing Sam was doing wrong was assuming he was mature enough to handle that kind of kidding.
He was not.
Presently, she slathered butter onto a piece of toast and spread it around with a crisp scraping sound. She sat it down and did it again. When she was finished, she licked the butter from the blade, pink tongue swirling around it to capture every last drop. She caught him looking and held it out. "Want some, Linc?"
Lincoln shook his head. "No, thank you."
"You sure?" she asked.
No.
Yes.
Maybe.
"Uh...you licked it," he said, because what else could he say? "It has Sam germs on it now." He said, trying to rescue the situation with a lame joke.
Sam rolled her eyes. "Sam germs. Fine." She swiped her finger through the butter and held that out. "Here."
Lincoln flicked his eyes from it to her face. The wicked grin he'd noticed the day before was back, sharp at the corners. "No, thank you," he said.
"Come on," she said and wiggled her finger. "I promise, I don't have germs. Do I, Luna?"
Luna closed the fridge door. "Nah, bro, she's clean. I get her tested."
Was she seriously asking him to…?
Sam pouted cutely.
She was, wasn't she?
"Taste my butter!" The blonde suddenly commanded. She reached out, and before Lincoln could wrench his head away, she smeared it across his lips. He staggered backwards like he'd just had acid splashed on his face, bumping into Luna, but Sam simply laughed at his reaction. "Oh come on, Linc. It's just a little Land o' Lakes. Relax."
The young man was not at all far from freaking out. Relax? Relax? How could he relax when she was doing...this?
Taking a plate from Luna, Sam winked at him and went into the living room. Lincoln swiped the back of his hand across his mouth and turned to his sister. Should he say something? He opened his mouth, wavered, then closed it again. If he was mistaken, he'd be all but revealing that he was immature at best and perverted at worst. Better to just let it go. Later on, he'd tell them he was going back to campus because...reasons...and that would be that.
For now, he just needed to get through breakfast.
A pair of arms circled his waist from behind and his heart almost jumed out of his mouth. Luna pressed her cheek to his back and hugged him tightly. "You hungry, bro?"
"Yeah, really hungry," he lied. Luna hugged him all the time, but right now, he didn't want her body anywhere near his; he might do something stupid like allow his hand to wander. He shuddered, deep down to his bones, even simply imagining her reaction to that. She'd probably punch him and then never speak to him again.
"Me too," she said. She embraced him for a few seconds longer, then let go and grabbed two of the plates, "come on."
They sat on the couch, Lincoln in the middle and flanked on either side, and he had the queer sensation of being a prisoner two guards were deliberately boxing in. There wasn't much syrup by the time Sam and Luna were done with it so his pancakes were dry and stuck in his throat. Butter might have helped, he thought, as he smacked his still somewhat moist lips, but he was sure if he reached out for it his sister's girlfriend would never let him hear the end of it and he didn't feel mentally prepared to deal with any more of her teasing at the moment. Sam and Luna both pressed close, their legs flush against his. He felt nervous and unstable, like a vial of nitroglycerin the slightest movement could set off. He kept his eyes on his plate but they unfailingly drifted to Sam. Her bare knee was right there; all he had to do was lay his hand on it and -
Luna leaned heavily into him. "What do you wanna do today, bro?"
Lincoln's ever-suspicious mind couldn't help but spin up. Yesterday afternoon and into last night, Luna acted strange. Tense. On guard. To the point that Lincoln feared she knew he was having dirty thoughts about Sam and disapproved. Every time he was forced to speak to her, he expected her to snap at him, and standing beside her, he fancied he could feel dark waves emanating from her like the teeth-rattling hum of electricity from a power box. Today, however, the atmosphere around them was as light and easy as always.
Why the sudden change...?
He remembered Luna's question and shook his head head as if to stir an idea. He already knew what he wanted to do - leave - but he still didn't have an excuse. When he talked to Luna a few weeks ago, he specifically said he had nothing planned for the entire week except for work. If he recalled, he said I'm one hundred percent free.
Talk about putting your foot in your mouth.
Luna and Sam were both looking at him and he hesitated. "I don't know," he said. "Um...whatever you want to do."
Was he crazy, or was the look Sam and Luna exchanged...predatory?
Crazy, he was definitely crazy.
Or hopeful.
"I have a few ideas," Sam said and forked a piece of pancake into her mouth.
"So do I," Luna added. Lincoln knew never it was possible for someone to sound like they were winking, but that's exactly what Luna's voice sounded like: A suggestive, beckoning wink.
"What ideas?" Lincoln asked, though he wasn't sure he actually wanted to know the answer.
"Well…" Luna said, "we can see the sights."
As she spoke, she casually splayed her hand on his leg. His heart jumped up and his entire body clenched, hard.
"I was thinking we could stay in and play some games," Sam said. She followed Luna's example and laid her hand on his thigh, so close to his crotch that all she had to do to touch it was extend her pinky. Lincoln sucked in a sharp, stunned breath like a man dunked into cold water. She leered at him, all hunger and sharp teeth, and Luna pursed her lips to conceal her amused smile. "We have some in the closet." Sam gave his leg a gentle squeeze, and for one sickening moment, he thought he was going to spring an erection while his sister was touching him. "You like Risk, right?"
Lincoln's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. Risk? Huh? What was that? What was anything? Two girls are rubbing me inches from my dick and Jesus, don't get hard, don't get hard. Why were they doing this? It had to be on purpose. His own dirty mind? Yeah, right. Luna has always been affectionate but this was different. It felt different. Was it really her, or was it him? Jesus, he didn't know anymore; his brain ached and he was knotted more than a street vendor pretzel. A hard pretzel, to be precise.
What the heck were they talking about? They'd asked him some kind of question. He tried to focus on what they were saying instead of the way they were looking at him, concentrating as hard as he could. Oh, right, yeah, Risk! The board game. The playing mat was a map of the world subdivided into regions and the point was to go full Hitler and take as much of it over as you could. Lincoln did like that game. He used to have a copy and he'd haunt the house with it tucked under his arm looking for someone to play it with. Lynn was down sometimes, but if she started losing, she'd get mad, flip the board in a shower of plastic pieces, and rage quit like an asshole. Luna was the only one who'd play with him, but she only did so out of pity; the whole time, tears of boredom streamed down her cheeks and if you looked into her eyes, you'd be hard pressed to miss the longing for death therein. The familiar, innocent memory served to just barely cool him off and help him get his bearings again.
Sam and Luna were both looking at him with eager anticipation, and he realized he hadn't replied. "Uh..yeah," he agreed carefully, "I like Risk."
"We could play that," Sam offered. She squeezed his thigh again and Lincoln had to fight not to squirm like she'd just twisted open stitches. She flattened her chest against his side, her big blue eyes staring evilly up at him. "To make things interesting, we can turn it into strip Risk."
Lincoln's only response was a hard, disbelieving cough.
"It's simple. All you have to do is win one round and I'm completely naked." She said the last word with a sultry hilt that sent Lincoln haywire. His dick started to swell and he clamped his knees together. "Or," Sam said, lowering her voice, "we can team up and get Luna naked."
In the corner of Lincoln's eye, Luna blushed and demurely hung her head. "Maybe not...that," she said.
Sam tilted forward to see around Lincoln, her hand mercifully leaving his thigh. It was only now that he noticed how, light though her touch was, it had kept him pinned in place like a stake through his leg. "Why not?" she asked. "You have a hot body."
Lincoln almost turned his head to study Luna's body for himself in a subconscious, instinctive reaction.
"That might be a little much," Luna fumbled. "Just...too far."
Sam's brows shot up in the most genuine expression of incredulity Lincoln had ever seen. Really? that look said. That's not what you've been telling me. "Why?" Sam pressed. "We're all family, right? There's nothing wrong with seeing each other's bodies."
Lincoln plastered his hands to his lap and doubled slightly over to hide the bulge growing between his legs. Sam molded her hand to his knee, and his stomach dropped out like a spring loaded trap door. "Or touching each other's bodies."
Oh my God, is she really saying this?
"I mean, no one would get upset if I touched Lincoln's shoulder," she continued, "what's the difference in me grabbing his butt?"
A lot!
"You're nuts," Luna said stiffly, "anyway...you know...it's spring, it's a shame to, uh, shame to waste it inside."
Sam pursed her lips and shook her head disappointedly. "Fine. We'll go out." She got to her feet and held the towel to her chest. "I was planning to take things off, not put them on, but whatever." Lincoln didn't miss the icy edge in her voice. She sounded let down.
And when her words sank in, he had to admit it. Deep down...?
So was he.
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