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Out of Hand	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 17155 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Chapter 9: I Literally Need It
Christmas Day with the Casagrandes was a blast. Given the massive pile of presents under the tree—and thus the many hours it would take to open them one at a time—all the kids were allowed to open their gifts at once, which led to joyful madness as the kids unwrapped their toys and shouted out what they'd received. Soon, the living room was ankle-deep in torn wrapping paper, which wafted into the air like fallen autumn leaves as kids ran through it with their brand-new toy airplanes, colorful ponies, plastic pirate cutlasses (a perennial favorite of CJ's), and ray guns. It was the epitome of the chaos that Louds and Casagrandes alike thrived on.
Then there was breakfast. Lynn Sr had collaborated with abuela Rosa to produce a feast of Belgian waffles and huevos rancheros, plus piles of bacon, sausage, and frizzled ham. By the time everyone finished eating, it was generally agreed that no one would need to eat again until dinner—if then. But of course, after a full day of sledding, skating, and snowball fights, the kids were plenty ready for Christmas dinner: spiral-sliced ham, popovers, and asparagus with orange hollandaise sauce, plus a delicious turrón—a dessert of meringue, honey, and roasted almonds.
That night, as soon as everyone else seemed to be asleep, Ronnie Anne again crept into Lincoln's room. They fucked missionary style on Lincoln's bed so that, even as Lincoln buried his cock in Ronnie Anne's pussy slowly and repeatedly, they could whisper to each other about the events of the previous night. Ronnie Anne grinned when she told Lincoln about the forgotten condom.
“For all we know,” she murmured in Lincoln's ear as they slow-fucked, “Carlota is walking around with a little Loud in her belly right now.”
This elicited the very response Ronnie Anne had hoped it would: Lincoln was so excited by the news that he quickly picked up his pace until he was fucking Ronnie Anne like mad, making them both cum hard as they screamed into the pillows.
“You know,” Ronnie Anne whispered as they lay side by side holding hands, “I'd bet money that Carlota comes back tonight.”
“Wow, you think so?” Lincoln asked.
“I don’t see why she wouldn’t,” Ronnie Anne replied. “Which means that the really big question is whether she'll even bother to bring a condom this time.”
As Lincoln considered that—the very thought already starting to restore his erection—he and Ronnie Anne heard footsteps in the hallway. Ronnie Anne rolled out of bed and scampered to her hiding place behind the dresser.
A moment later, Lincoln heard his bedroom door creak open. But the figure that appeared in the doorway, dimly backlit by the nightlight in the hall, was clearly much too slender to be the curvaceous Carlota.
One of the rules that helped maintain order in the Loud house was that girls couldn't just steal into Lincoln's room when they got horny in the dead of night. This was mainly to ensure that both Lincoln and the girls got adequate sleep; it wouldn't do for any of them to have to explain to their teacher why they looked tired in class. But it was also about fairness, in that the girls weren't able to bypass the household sex schedule and the Quickie Jar protocol by attempting to seduce Lincoln in the wee hours.
But when Lincoln saw that it was Lori creeping into his room, and then when he saw the look on her face in the moonlight that shone in through his high window, he knew Lori wasn't thinking about any of that. If she was thinking at all.
She didn't even speak. She just lay down on his bed, reached down into his pajama bottoms, and started massaging his cock, trying to get him hard.
“Lori,” Lincoln whispered, “what are you doing?”
“I need this,” Lori whispered.
In her urgent tone, Lincoln could hear Lori's special brand of lust—the kind that bordered on insanity. This didn't scare Lincoln, because Ronnie Anne would no doubt leap to his defense if it came to that, but it did confuse him.
“But...Bobby's here,” Lincoln said. “Don't you want to have sex with him?”
“I did!” she hissed. “But it's not enough.”
Lincoln’s eyes widened in surprise. “It's not?”
“No! I love him, but he's got average skills and an average cock. He can't make me cum the way you do.”
In his many sexual experiences to date, various women and girls Lincoln had been with had compared him favorably to “other boys” or “most men.” But few had compared him with a particular guy, and definitely not with a guy they were actively dating at the time. Thus, being told that he was a better lover than a boy seven years his senior really meant something to Lincoln.
“And after we did it,” Lori continued, “and Bobby fell asleep, I imagined what it would be like to fuck you with Bobby sleeping right downstairs, and I got so horny that I literally almost died.”
Lori hated having to confess this to Lincoln, because it was humiliating to admit that she couldn't find true sexual satisfaction without the help of her eleven-year-old brother. But a little humiliation was better than facing a sleepless night of tossing and turning as her pussy and her tits and her very womb burned with unsatisfied lust.
“Maybe I should have asked this a long time ago,” Lincoln replied, “but do you actually know what the word 'literally' means?”
“Just shut up and fuck me, dammit!” Lori growled.
One of the great frustrations of Lori's life these days was that no matter how forceful a tone she used, she couldn't make Lincoln get hard on command. If anything, trying was counterproductive, because Lincoln seemed to find her assertiveness a turnoff.
But what Lori thought of as assertiveness, Lincoln perceived as bossiness. He didn’t have any interest in fucking a girl who tried to order him around—not when there were so many other girls who would happily do anything for him if it meant getting a ride on his dick.
With a growling sigh of angry resignation, Lori yanked down Lincoln's pajama bottom, took his flaccid cock into her mouth, and began to suck it.
Despite Lori's seeming derangement, Lincoln knew he had complete control of this situation, because Lori had just made it clear to him that he was the only one who could give her what she craved. So Lincoln figured he might as well enjoy it while it lasted.
“You know,” Lincoln said casually, “I'll get hard faster if you take your tits out.”
Lori released his cock from between her lips, sat up, and glared at him. Then she yanked off her nightgown and hurled it to the floor, revealing her small breasts, as well as the rest of her body save for what her little sky-blue panties covered.
“Yeah, that's nice,” Lincoln said as his big sister resumed sucking. “You're never prettier than when you're showing off your cute little boobs with my dick in your mouth. We should have someone take pictures some time. I bet Lola would do it; we could tell her you’re ‘modeling’ my cock.”
Lori glared at him again, but she didn't stop sucking; in fact, she started bobbing her head vigorously on his shaft. Lincoln had never thought he would enjoy an angry blowjob, but he was certainly enjoying this one.
But now, Lori's look of anger was only half genuine because, in truth, she loved sucking Lincoln's cock. The size of it didn't bother her; on the contrary, the way it filled her mouth with its girth made her horny as hell. And even though Lori couldn’t make Lincoln obey her in the bedroom, sucking his cock gave her a sense of control, because she was the one eliciting every sound he made, every twitch of his eye or his balls, every squirt of his seed into her mouth. Maybe one of these days, she would swallow her pride—to speak only of her pride—and ask him to teach her how to deep-throat him.
“Well,” Lincoln said, “I think I'm good and hard now. Let's start with missionary; I like you underneath me.”
Lori released Lincoln's cock from her mouth and gave him a fleeting glare before getting back on the bed and spreading her slender legs wide apart.
“Get in me already,” she growled.
Lincoln smirked at her and replied, “Say please.”
Lori gritted her teeth and replied, “Please.”
Grinning, Lincoln mounted her and put his cockhead between the open lips of Lori's pussy. Even from behind the dresser, Ronnie Anne could hear Lori breathe a little harder the moment Lincoln's member was in position to enter her.
“Here we go,” Lincoln said, and pushed in.
“Ohhhhhh, yesssss,” Lori exhaled as Lincoln's cock sank into her. There was no better feeling in the world than that of Lincoln's cock burying itself balls-deep in her pussy.
Lincoln started pumping her, and Lori moaned. But she couldn't let Lincoln think he was fully in control—even though he was. She needed to mess with his head a little, and she knew just how to do it.
“One day, Lincoln,” she breathed in his ear, “maybe a few years from now, I'm gonna get the birth control implant taken out of my arm. Maybe I'll tell you when I do it…oooh, yes, right there…or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just invite you over to my house when Bobby's not home and fuck you for hours and hours. Maybe I'll insist you shoot every load inside me, and I'll tell you…ohhhh, God, just like that…I’ll tell you it's because I want to feel your love in me or something…But it'll be because I want to have your baby.
Panting a little harder, Lori went on, “Maybe I'd even invite…the other girls over…to watch. I know they'd all love…to be there the moment…you knock me up…Oh, yeah, don’t stop…”
Hearing this was turning Lincoln on like crazy. But he knew Lori didn't want him to just listen. This was a game, and it was Lincoln's turn to make a move.
“Or maybe,” Lincoln said, pumping her a little faster, “I'll ask Lisa to take that implant out of you. She could pump some anesthetic under your bedroom door so you'll sleep through it. And she knows how to do it so you wouldn't even have the teensiest scar afterwards.
“And then,” Lincoln went on, “the next time we fucked, you'd be unprotected, and you wouldn't even know it. Maybe we'd do it in the living room, like we've done a dozen times already, and all the girls would be watching and giggling while I fucked a baby into you without your even realizing it.
“It wouldn't be hard to convince Lisa to do it, you know. Not if it meant she could get more data for her incest-baby study.”
Lincoln fucked Lori even faster and looked her in the eyes as he added, “Maybe she's even done it already. Maybe I’m gonna get you pregnant right now. Maybe, when I cum, the first squirt is gonna have that one special sperm in it that swims all the way up you and finds that sweet little egg cell and just plunges in.”
Lori grabbed Lincoln's ass and fucked him as hard as she could, grunting and moaning. He plowed her blonde pussy just as avidly.
“Do it, Lincoln!” she gasped in his ear. “Knock me up! Right now! I dare you!”
“You think…I wouldn't?” Lincoln gasped as he pounded her. “I already…pregged…Mom…and you're…gonna…be…next!”
Lori turning her head to the side, shoved her face into the pillow next to Lincoln's head, and screamed “Aaaahhhmmmmmphhh!” as she came. Lincoln grunted and shot his load up into her, squeezing her upper arms as though he wanted to ensure that she wouldn't be going anywhere until he was finished filling her with his seed.
Out in the hallway, Carlota Casagrande gasped. Earlier, she had heard Lori slip out of the bedroom, and after ten minutes passed without Lori returning, Carlota assumed the blonde Loud girl had sneaked downstairs for some intimate time with Bobby.
Indeed, when Carlota got up from her air mattress, she'd heard muffled sounds of sex coming from somewhere in the house. But once she left the bedroom, she realized that those sounds weren't coming from downstairs, but from down the hall. Specifically, from behind Lincoln's bedroom door.
So she had sneaked up to the door, opened it just a crack, and peeked inside, fully expecting to see Lincoln fucking Ronnie Anne. So to find him fucking Lori came as a shock twice over.
Not only is she cheating on Bobby, Carlota thought, but she’s doing it with her own little brother! And she’s practically begging him to get her pregnant!
Then Carlota sighed inwardly. Who am I kidding? If I had a brother who was hung like Lincoln, and a pro in bed to boot, I’d fuck him all the time. Even if I had a boyfriend. And no birth control.
Ronnie Anne wasn't nearly as surprised as her cousin. Not only had she had two full days to process the fact that her same-age friend had an extremely active sex life, but she had noticed the way that his sisters looked at him sometimes—especially at his crotch. And the incest would explain why Lincoln hadn't yet told her how his sexual adventures had gotten started.
Lori fell down next to her brother, gasping and panting. Lincoln looked over at her and smirked.
“Well, I guess you enjoyed that,” he said. “But you need more. I can tell.”
He really could tell. Lori still had that dark-red flush on her neck.
Lori, still trying to catch her breath, did her best to scowl at Lincoln. The fact that her brother knew her sexual needs and peculiarities far better than her boyfriend did was both a blessing and a curse.
“Yes,” she spat. “I need more.”
Lincoln folded his arms behind his head on the pillow and said, “Then you know what you need to do.”
Lori frowned at him, then moved down the bed and took hold of Lincoln's half-hard cock, now slicked with a generous layer of his cum. She opened her mouth and took the whole of it inside, sucking the cum from it as she ran her lips over it from base to head. She swallowed, then moved her head slowly up and down as she endeavored to get Lincoln hard again.
“Mmm, not bad,” Lincoln said. “Be careful, though; the longer and better you suck me, the more cum I'm gonna shoot in you.”
Lori bobbed her head a bit more vigorously. At the same time, she used one hand to fondle her brother's big balls. She also made frequent sucking, gurgling, and swallowing noises, knowing that Lincoln liked the girl sucking him off to show her enthusiasm in that way.
Ronnie Anne found watching and listening to Lincoln and Lori's interaction arousing—even more than Lincoln's liaison with Carlota had been. It had been exciting to see how utterly helpless Carlota became in the face of the horniness that Lincoln aroused in her, but it was even more exciting to see that even the tough, strong-willed Lori Loud was a slave to her lust for Lincoln. And watching Lincoln use that lust to dominate Lori was just delicious. So Ronnie Anne started to toy with her clit.
“Mmmm, yeah, that's pretty good,” Lincoln said. “Can you feel my balls making cum? Can you feel them swelling up? Every minute you keep this up means a bigger load for your pussy…and your womb.”
Behind the dresser, Ronnie Anne rubbed her clit faster. The only thing that excited her more than the idea that she might have watched Lincoln get her cousin Carlota pregnant last night was the idea that she might watch him get his own sister pregnant tonight.
Lori sucked Lincoln's cock avidly until it was rock-hard again. Then she straightened up and looked at him.
“Ready to do this?” she said. It wasn't really a question.
“Oh yeah,” Lincoln replied. “And, since you're daring me to get you pregnant, how about we have our next fuck in mom's 'getting pregnant pose'?”
“Oh, you think I won't?” Lori hissed.
Quick as anything, she moved up next to Lincoln on the bed, flipped over onto her back, and raised her legs high in the air.
“Well come on, then,” she said. “Get up here and ride me. Pump all the cum into me you want, unless you're scared.”
“Oh, I'm gonna fill you with cum,” Lincoln replied, getting on top of Lori. “Your womb's gonna be so full, you'll make a sloshing sound when you walk out of here.”
“I'm hearing a lot of talking,” Lori retorted, “but I'm not seeing a lot of fucking.”
“Then here it comes,” Lincoln replied. He shoved his cock into Lori's blonde pussy, and she moaned.
Despite having cum once already, the two siblings were so horny that they didn't bother starting slow. Lincoln rode Lori at a canter, and she spread her raised legs wide apart so he could get every millimeter of cock into her on each rapid thrust.
“Yeah, come on,” Lori panted, fucking her hips against her brother's. “Come on, you fucker…get me pregnant…Put a baby—oh fuck yes—put a baby in me…the way you put one in Mom…I dare you…I bet you want to…you little freak…Hell, you'd knock us all up…if you could...Me, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn…if we didn't have those birth control implants…you'd be pumping all our wombs full of cum…every single night…I'll bet Lucy won't get through…the first two days of puberty—Ah! Yes!—before you start trying…to fuck a baby into her…And she'd be pregnant with her second incest-baby…by the time you started in on…Lola and Lana…Oh, fuck, don’t stop…Then you'd knock up Lisa, too…you'd fuck her in her room in front of Lily…to make sure Lily knew she was going to be next…And by the time you put a baby…in your baby sister…you'd be ready to start all over again…with your own daughters—and—Oooh!—let's face it, if you've got Dad's genes…you're going to be making…mostly daughters…You'd start fucking…them all…as soon as their pussies…were big enough…to take your cock…which means the moment…each of them produced…her first egg…they'd have a womb-ful of your sperm—Oh, yes!—all ready to fertilize it…I doubt any of them…would make it to thirteen…before they had…your double-incest babies.
“So what…are you waiting for? Fuck me…fuck me all night if you want to…shoot me so full of cum…that I can't help…but get pregnant!”
Turned on beyond all reason by Lori's words, Lincoln pounded the blonde teen's pussy as hard and deep as he could. Lori could no longer speak but simply gasped, grunted, and moaned, fucking her hips against her brother's with all her strength.
“Ah, ah, AAAAAH!” Lincoln shouted, firing another load into Lori's womb.
Lori wrapped her legs tight around Lincoln and screamed as quietly as she could manage—which wasn't all that quietly. But Ronnie Anne was glad of that, because watching and hearing this action had made the masturbating girl so horny that she came, too, and Lori's sounds of ecstasy covered Ronnie Anne's.
Lincoln got off Lori, and the two of them lay side by side, panting. Lincoln got his breath back first.
“You know,” he said, “I only give you a hard time because I know it turns you on.”
“Yeah, I know,” Lori replied, still panting but trying to sound casual. “It's all just fun and games.”
Except deep down, Lori knew that it wasn't. Because one day, she wouldn't be content merely to fuck Lincoln; she would need him to get her pregnant. Because whenever she let herself think about it too long, the idea of having anyone's baby but Lincoln's brought her almost to tears. Maybe it was some kind of crazy, deep, instinctual, biological thing, but she needed her children to have what Lincoln had: strength, confidence, and a sexuality so powerful that they literally could have anyone they wanted.
Maybe, in the next few years, she would get past this strange inner compulsion. Maybe she would find a way to love Bobby with her whole body and mind, without having to keep such a big part of herself aside for Lincoln.
Time would tell.
Watching this scene through the barely open door had made Carlota very horny. But when she saw Lori get up from Lincoln's bed, she realized that she was about to be caught spying. So she ran back to Lori and Leni's room, got back on her air mattress, and feigned sleep until Lori came in, lay down on her bed, and drifted off.
Ronnie Anne emerged from behind the dresser and slipped into Lincoln's bed. Then, without a word, she scootched down and started licking the excess cum from Lincoln's semi-erect shaft. She didn't know exactly why, but his thick seed looked…maybe not delicious, but like something she very much wanted to have inside her, regardless of what route it took.
Of course, by the time Ronnie Anne swallowed the last drop, Lincoln was fully hard again. With a grin, she pulled him down on top of her, and they had a nice, long fuck, during which Ronnie Anne came multiple times. Only when they were finished and lay curled up together did Ronnie Anne speak.
“I'm gonna make you a deal,” the girl said slyly. “If you come spend your spring break with us in Great Lakes City, I'll make sure you have lots of fun. And not just with me and Carlota; I'll bet you could charm the pants off Sid and Nikki, too. Maybe even Adelaide, or my mom, if you'd be into that.”
“I definitely would,” Lincoln replied eagerly.
“Good,” Carlota said as she entered the room, making both Lincoln and Ronnie Anne sit up suddenly. Her cheeks flushed with arousal, she went on, “How about a nice fuck to tide me over till then?”
Lincoln was pretty tired, but he couldn't help but smile and reply, “I think I can handle that.”
***
It was the morning after Christmas. Lincoln was talking animatedly with Ronnie Anne as they walked through town, stepping around patches of ice while trying not to topple into the bank of plowed snow next to the sidewalk. They laughed as they slipped and slid and narrowly avoided hurting themselves again and again.
Across the street, Ricky Caputo, a newcomer to Royal Woods, was hanging out with some of his new classmates in front of Flip’s Food & Fuel when he spotted Lincoln. Ricky hadn’t actually met Lincoln Loud, but he’d heard about the town’s one white-haired boy, who seemed to have a bit of a reputation.
Ricky was anxious to make friends. So he did something that had often worked at his old school: bonding with some of the kids by making fun of others.
“Hey, look!” Ricky shouted, pointing. “Lincoln Loud's got a girlfr- HEY!”
Ricky yelled with surprise as two pairs of hands suddenly seized him and pulled him into the vacant alleyway and then through a doorway behind Flip’s. The metal door slammed shut behind him, and now the only source of light was a bare bulb on the ceiling that half-illuminated the faces of Stella Zhau and Girl Jordan.
“Ricky,” Stella said menacingly, “I know you're new here, so we're just gonna explain this to you real quick.”
“Nobody,” Girl Jordan said, “makes fun of Lincoln for hanging out with girls.” She took a half step closer, putting her face right in Ricky's, as she repeated, “Nobody.”
“Are we clear?” Stella asked.
“C- C- Crystal clear,” Ricky managed.
***
“Lincoln? Lincoln, are you okay?”
Lincoln didn't know why anyone was poking him or speaking to him in the middle of the night, when he'd been sound asleep. Except that there was too much light coming through his eyelids for it to be night, his body position was wrong for him to be in bed, and his pillow was weirdly wet and squishy.
Gasping, he sat up rapidly, with a fair portion of the mashed potatoes and gravy that had been on his plate stuck to his face. He heard a few of the younger kids laugh.
“Wha-...What happened?” he slurred.
“You fell asleep, dude,” Ronnie Anne replied.
Lincoln saw concern on the girl's lightly freckled face. Then he looked around the table and saw that same concern on the faces of his parents, his older sisters, and the various adult and teen Casagrandes.
Oh, crud, Lincoln thought. I fell asleep in the middle of Day-After-Christmas Leftovers Lunch.
His mom stood up and said, “Let's go get you cleaned up, hon.”
She escorted him upstairs to the bathroom, where she cleaned off his face with a washcloth and warm water.
“Lincoln,” she said as she finished, “I can see that you've been overextending yourself. And I think you understand now that you can't go on like this. So after we finish lunch and the Casagrandes head home, you and your father and I are going to have a talk about the future.”
Last but not least--Chapter 10: The Future Is Now
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