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Party Animal	By : DoctorYnot Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 10658 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(Hey guys. First of all I'd like to apologize for the long wait for the next chapter of Make It Wit Chu. I know some of you guys are really looking forward to that and it always takes me way too long to update. I just want you to know it's because I really try and think about each chapter and make sure it's the best it can be. Rest assured that literally not a day goes by that I don't think about the story, for whatever that's worth.
With that out of the way, this is a story that I've had on my mind ever since I first watched the episode it's based on. I'm surprised I was the first person to get to it too since it seemed like such obvious ficbait. Nevertheless, there were two guys that really helped me get this story to where it needed to be so I could present it to you guys: Immorticon and Lord Malachite. They're both great writers themselves and their help on this one was invaluable, so I'd just like to thank the both of them for everything!

As a final note: you should DEFINITELY watch the The Loud House episode this fic is based on (Party Down) before reading this fic, or else a lot of it won't make any sense. Can't really stress this enough! Anyway without further ado, I give you: Party Animal.)

>"Son, you know that tall girl you've been hanging out with?"
>Lynn Sr. grinned down drunkenly at his son. Lori's party had become a great success once she'd finally loosened up and let people have fun the way they wanted to, and the proceedings were in such a good swing by the time her parents returned that even Rita and Lynn Sr. found themselves swept up in the revelry. A flask had been surreptitiously making its way between the teenagers before finally getting poured out into the punch bowl, and a couple of unsuspecting sips of the spiked Cherry Watermelon Fruit Blast had been all that was needed to lower their chaperones' inhibitions and allow the teenagers a much longer leash.
>"Who, Becky? What about her?" Lincoln cast a shy, sidelong glance at the leggy redhead a few feet away from him. She was currently having an animated, friendly discussion with two other girls near the coffee table, hands delicately clasped around a bright red plastic cup. He found himself unconsciously leaning closer towards them as he overheard small snatches of their conversation, something about how much fun she was having and 'Lori's cute little brother'. Becky noticed him staring out of the corner of her eye and turned to wink at him, not missing a beat. He quickly stood ramrod straight and turned back to face his dad. Lincoln heard the girls giggle behind him and felt a blush rapidly warm his cheeks. The boy gave a long, hopeless sigh of embarrassment.
>Lincoln's father just smirked at him. He took a long pull off his plastic cup of loaded Fruit Blast and chuckled at his son.
>"She likes you."
>"W-what? Come on, dad..."
>"I'm serious, Lincoln! She's been eyeing you up and down the whole night!"
>"Do you...Really?" He almost turned to look at her again but caught his slip-up before it could happen and instead made sure to keep his eyes pasted firmly on the carpet. The little boy felt a rush of excitement swell in his chest despite himself. He knew his dad was just making fun of him, but for some reason he couldn't help but feel a silly twinge of hope. He realized it was stupid: she was totally a mature, pretty teenager. Lori's classmate even! He was just a little kid...
>"Do you want some advice?"
>"YES!" Lincoln surprised both his dad and himself by practically jumping at him in his eagerness, causing Lynn Sr. to stumble back and spill his drink. Lincoln shrunk away sheepishly but his father couldn't help but give a long, bellowing laugh, steadying himself by putting his hand on the stairway.
>When he finally managed to collect himself, well after Lincoln felt like he was going to die from embarrassment, he wiped the tears from his eyes and cleared his throat.
>"Well son, first thing you're going to want to do is get her away from the rest of the party. You know, just the two of you."
>"Uhuh..." Lincoln leaned in, pricking his ears so he could catch every word of his dad's sage advice amid the loud din of the party. In the young boy's mind his father was a master of romance.
>"Somewhere quiet enough that you guys can talk without raising your voice."
>Lincoln leaned forward just a bit more.
>"Then, after you're sure there's nobody around and once there's a pause in the conversation..."
>He hung on each syllable with rapt attention, certain the next words out of his father's mouth were the secret to success with women.
>"Just kiss her!" Lynn Sr. exclaimed happily, much louder than he had the rest of his speech.
>The little boy's eyes widened and he recoiled in surprise, waving his arms desperately as though that might dissuade the attention of anyone that could have heard them.
>"W-what!? Dad, I can't-"
>"Trust me Lincoln, there's nothing to it!" Lynn Sr. continued on heedlessly.
>"But dad," he insisted, calming down just a bit when he was sure nobody nearby had paid any attention to his father's outburst. "She's Lori's classmate! She's, like...a grown-up! She'd never want to-"
>"Now now, Lincoln!" His father interrupted again, "Your mom's seven years older than me, you know! And we met right around when we were your age." She wasn't. They didn't.
>Lincoln seemed unsure. In the end he chose to accept as fact what he wanted to believe rather than what his good sense, judgement and suspicions about his father's sincerity told him was actually true. Still, he made up his mind to try and catch his dad out one last time.
>"...Really?" He prodded.
>"Of course!" Lynn Sr. answered cheerfully. The party's drunken chaperone clasped his son's shoulder. "Trust me, Lincoln."
>The young boy moved his eyes down to the cup he held, at his own reflection in the clear brown surface of his diet soda (he didn't like fruit punch). He said nothing. The mix of water, aspartame and caramel coloring #6 stared back at him and seemed to offer no answers.
>Lincoln appeared to think about it for quite a long while. Just when he felt his father about to say something, he shut his eyes and took a deep breath. The little boy threw the cup of soda down his throat and straightened up, turning around and beginning his march towards an unsuspecting Becky.
>As he made sure to rehearse all his ultra-suave lines in his head on the way over, Lynn Sr. observed him, amused and encouraging.
>"Attaboy, Lincoln! Go get 'er, champ!"
>The young boy's eyes widened again and he turned towards his father, desperately trying to signal him to be quiet, when he suddenly felt his back bump into something surprisingly pert and heard a soft 'oh my!'.
>Lincoln froze, wincing as he felt the girl he'd bumped into turn to face his back. He could already feel the blush of embarrassment blooming on his cheeks. He shut his eyes and gave a quiet hiss.
>"Lincoln? Why'd you run off? We were having such a good time!"
>He spun around to face her, hands gesturing wildly as if rifling through imaginary cue cards while he tried to think of an excuse. All the lines he'd been trying to come up with tumbled out of his mouth at once, jumbled together, jamming in his throat in his childish panic.
>"Becky! Are-are you an angel? I mean, did it hurt when you fell out of..." He slapped his hand over his face and grit his teeth, wishing the floor would just swallow him up right then. For her part the older girl could only bring her cup up to hide her grin and try not to giggle.
>Lincoln took a couple of long breaths and tried to calm down. This had been so much easier when he was just dancing for her! He convinced himself to start over. The little boy thought carefully about how exactly he should propose going somewhere less crowded. At last he cleared his throat, resolving to put it to her in the most matter-of-fact way possible. The party was noisy! There was nothing weird about asking her if she wanted to head somewhere quieter, was there?
>"Listen Becky, how about-"
>"What?" Becky interrupted him as a loud song kicked in from the sound system, drowning him out.
>"I said," he began, trying to shout over the music, "Would you like to-"
>"What?" She repeated, stooping down to get level with the little boy. She leaned in closer to his face, close enough that he could smell the sickly sweet of the fruit punch on her breath. At that point Lincoln couldn't help but stare up into the redheaded teenager's big, emerald eyes. At his own reflection staring back at him.
>He looked small.
>"I w-was..." He stuttered, his hands, formerly hanging limp at his sides, unconsciously balling into fists as he fruitlessly struggled to maintain his composure. Those big green eyes just kept staring at him, unmoved.
>"I can't hear you." Becky insisted, and with that finally the last of the little boy's courage drained out of him.
>"...Nothing." Lincoln stated flatly, shoving his hands into his pockets and turning away from her, trying not to grimace over how high his voice had sounded.
>And he was still staring away, trying to come up with some excuse he could use to leave, when he felt a hand on his shoulder and Becky somehow wordlessly will him to look into her eyes again.
>"Hey Lincoln," The older girl leaned in so close their noses were nearly touching, and even through the din of the party he heard her next words clear as a bell. "Let's head somewhere more private."
>The lie he'd been contriving died on his lips, causing Lincoln to stammer badly as he was taken by surprise. Becky gave him no time to regain his footing however, grabbing his wrist and gently but firmly pulling the boy away from the living room. The feeling of her soft skin on his arm, such innocent contact, in this new context made him feel very lightheaded and strange. He looked back to his father for any kind of reassurance as she lead him up the stairs only to see him being pinned to the wall by his mom. Both his parents were heedless of the world around them as Rita kissed him passionately.
>Lincoln gulped as they reached the top of the stairs and the rest of the party-goers receded from view, the noise dimming as Becky began to speak.
>"So which room is yours? Feel like showing it to me?"
>Lincoln pointed wordlessly to one of the doors in the hallway, not even raising his eyes from the carpet to look at it, submerged now in a panic so complete it had looped back into a sort of calm resignation. Becky opened the door and stepped inside, dragging along a totally pliant Lincoln, the little boy by now suffering the beginnings of a cold sweat.
>"Oh, look at all this cool stuff!", he thought he heard her say through the blood rushing through his ears.
>Becky marveled at his posters and models as Lincoln simply stood there in a daze. He tried not to stare at her butt as she sashayed to one end of of the room whenever she found something interesting, then back when she inevitably spotted something on the opposite end, chattering happily all the while.
>This process repeated for some time, the older girl's hips somehow always finding themselves directly in front of the little boy's line of sight. At one point she stretched up to inspect something on a shelf behind his back and her shirt rode up, exposing the enticing valley of soft skin between her bellybutton and her low-rise jeans. The little boy was practically trapped against the wall, too nervous to protest, as Becky strained to reach above him. Her bare navel nearly brushed against his nose as she carelessly pressed her body against his.
>He dimly realized that at some point after this (time had become very blurry after that particular incident), she'd lead him over to his bed. The door to his room had been closed, when this had happened he was also unclear on, and the sounds of the party were by now even fainter. He almost jumped when he felt his mattress shift as the teenage girl sat down next to him. She sighed as she stretched her legs and reclined sidewise on his bed.
>"It's kind of cool that you live in a linen closet, dude. You sure found a way to get everything you could out of the space. It's cozy!"
>"Y-yeah." He replied, acutely aware of the feeling of her leg next to his. He could feel her warmth through his bluejeans. "Cozy."
>Becky sat up just a bit, quirking a brow over how quiet the previously energetic boy had suddenly gone since they'd stepped into his bedroom. She had been thinking for a bit on how to try and feel him out when an idea occurred to her.
>"Oh hey, you know that trick you were doing downstairs? I can do something sort of like that!” She asserted with almost childish enthusiasm. “Check it out!"
>Becky took a drink from her red cup before haphazardly setting it down on his nightstand.
>She then abruptly shoved one of her hands down the front of her tanktop.
>The little boy sitting next to her recoiled in surprise as the teenager struggled to get a grip on the clasp of her bra. An awkward silence fell over the two as what she was doing suddenly dawned on her; Becky squirmed sheepishly under Lincoln's bewildered stare before letting out a weak chuckle and slowly pulling her hand back out from beneath her shirt.
>"I'm...going to need my sweater for this. Hold on." She turned away from him and towards her purse, just as much to hide her furiously embarrassed blush as to find her prop, and after rifling through it for a moment pulled out a thin cardigan. The teenage girl pulled it over her body before hopping off the bed happily, eager to make a show of things.
>"Alright, check it out!" she demanded, clearing her throat for dramatic effect. She stood up straight and rested her hands on her thighs, slowly trailing them up to her hips...
>Then her waist...
>Until finally pausing right beneath her chest.
>"Nothing in my hands," Becky assured him jokingly, cupping her breasts for effect. The dull thump of the bass rumbled up from the sound system downstairs, Lincoln hearing it slithering in from under the door and feeling it on the soles of his shoes, through the carpet. He felt like he couldn't relax, the suggestive pulse of the music imbuing her otherwise innocent magic show with what felt to the little boy uncomfortable intensity.
>Lincoln could only nod dully, his freckled face awash in a sea of red. Becky nonetheless chuckled at her own gag. She quickly shook her head in a bid to focus, letting go of her breasts and pausing the performance to take another drink of punch. After setting the cup back down the young woman turned towards Lincoln and reached her hands up behind her back, past her hips, near her shoulder blades, arms angled akwardly and chest thrust out at the little boy as her fingers worked over the fabric of her shirt. After some spirited wrangling she hunched over, her tongue slipping past her lips as she struggled to unlock the clasp just as the music reached a crescendo. Lincoln gripped his sheets nervously.
>"Stupid thing," she muttered. "Never could get this one to-hey!"
>Becky gasped when the small 'click' echoed through the room as the song sunk into a valley. Lincoln's eyes widened to saucers as he saw Becky's breasts begin to bob. Pulling her hands back from behind her, the older girl cracked her knuckles and stretched her arms out theatrically. She winked at him as she held them above her head, her hand gripping one of her elbows, and the pose made her look even taller and made him feel even smaller.
>She quickly dropped one of her hands and held it right in front of his face. He could feel the heat radiating from her skin as he stared at her from between her fingers.
>"Nothing up my sleeve..." she insisted, using one of her fingers to tug down the cuff of her cardigan. The song picked up again as she finally pulled her hand back, the breath trapped in the little boy's lungs rushing out shakily when he felt safe she wouldn't feel it on her skin.
>"Nothing up my other..." Becky gasped softly, cupping her mouth. Lincoln leaned back apprehensively, just a bit.
>"Oh!" she drawled, the hand she held over her mouth hiding her grin. "What's this?"
>Without another word she shut her eyes and, smiling softly, began to sway. Her body moved in time to the music that burbled up through the carpet and between the floorboards. Becky began with slow, languid motions, at first only rolling her shoulders or shaking her head, drawing Lincoln's eyes to the pale redhead's long, elegant neck.
>Soon enough though the teenage girl was happily swinging her hips and tracing her fingers over her thighs and navel in front of the mesmerized eleven year old. She ignored the fact that her movements were making her pert breasts jiggle, though Lincoln found he couldn't do the same, until she at last arched her back and gave a long, hitching sigh that almost made the little boy in front of her groan with barely-understood frustration. Becky swung her leg up and perched her foot on his bed, next to one of his knees, and again placed her hand near Lincoln's face. He stared at her, flustered and confused, until Becky gave one last pop of her hips and the young woman's turquoise bra rolled out of her sleeve and into her palm.
>Lincoln blinked down at the underwear that Becky held in front of his face. She gave an easy laugh, pleased with her own success, while Lincoln's cheeks burned so hard it felt like he was getting lightheaded.
>"I haven't tried doing that since I was in a training bra! I can't believe I can still pull it off."
>The only response she got was silence and she finally noticed that Lincoln seemed to be unable to do anything after her show but stare firmly at the floor. She couldn't help but laugh again. He heard the sound of elastic stretching.
>"Think fast."
>The little boy raised his eyes just in time to see Becky finish flicking her bra at him, the garment unfurling in the air as it sailed towards his face. Even with it seemingly happening in slow motion, even with all the finely honed danger-avoiding instincts he'd cultivated through a lifetime of living with his rambunctious sisters, he still couldn't gather the presence of mind to even try and bat it away. Instead the young boy just sat there, slackjawed and too flabbergasted for words, as Becky's underwear landed unchallenged on his head. He felt the warmth from the recently worn, slightly-scented cotton wash over his face as he tried to process what she'd just done.
>"Ta-daa~" the teenage girl sing-songed happily before falling back next to him on the bed. His mouth was far too dry to answer her. He couldn't even look at her, and not just because one of her cups was draped over his eye.
>"Come on dude, loosen up." She smirked, shoulder checking the speechless boy softly before pulling off her thin sweater and stuffing it back inside her purse.
>"Still," She crossed her legs, her bare toe accidentally brushing against the side of Lincoln's leg. She noticed his back stiffen even as he struggled to decide what he was going to do about her underwear on his face. Even with the only minor exertion of the show she'd put on, the room had gotten noticeably warmer. "It's a little cramped." She stated diplomatically. "Doesn't it ever get hot in here?"
>"...Hot." The boy at last repeated, even hoarser and more tense than before, still dazed from what had just happened. His voice came out in a strained croak as he finally pulled her bra down from his head, setting it down next to him on the bed without actually letting go. He wasn't really sure what to do with it, so he just...held on.
>Realization suddenly dawned on the young woman. Her eyes widened in surprise, followed by a mischievous, delighted smile. Becky faked a yawn and stretched her arms above her head as she straightened out next to him. She 'accidentally' pushed her chest against the side of Lincoln's face. The little boy shrank down against the bed as he felt the soft fabric of her shirt against his ear, refusing to turn to look at her. She could practically feel the heat from his blush.
>'Oh my God.'
>"Sorry about that!", she apologized insincerely as her arm came to rest over his shoulder. Lincoln winced at this development but Becky made sure that, though her hold on him appeared loose, he wouldn't have been able to wriggle away from her if he tried. The teenage girl casually kicked off her sandals.
>"My back just gets sooo stiff sometimes~" She tried to work out another nonexistent kink, in the process pushing her chest out again, and all Lincoln could do was stew in his own confused hormones. Now that she had her arm around him the room suddenly seemed a lot stuffier. She was right, it did get hot in here.
>"I guess because of my boobs, huh?"
>"W-what!?" The question struck the boy like a thunderbolt, and it was as he tried to turn to face her that he realized how firm her grip on him actually was.
>"Lincoln..." she drawled the words into his ear with a smile, the feel of her warm breath puffing over his neck making him blush so hard it made him lightheaded.
>She didn't understand why she was behaving this way; for some reason she couldn't resist the urge to tease the kid. It was giving her a real thrill. Becky reached over to his nightstand and picked up her red cup from where she had set it down, taking another long gulp. Lincoln watched her throat work out of the corner of his eye. She set her drink back and shimmied just a bit closer to him, gently pressing the side of her body against his.
>Becky didn't even realize she was doing it as her other hand floated over and slowly came to rest over his knee.
>"Lincoln, do you have a girlfriend?"
>"OKAY! I THINK IT'S MY BEDTIME NOW!"
>Lincoln stood up like a shot, his movement surprising the young woman with its suddenness and force and knocking her hand off his leg. She wasn't thrown off-balance very long, however. Her free arm wrapped around his stomach just as he began making to move away, dragging the struggling little boy back and playfully tripping him over the bed. She felt his heart racing at a million miles a minute under his shirt and laughed, her giggling interrupted only by a loud, drunken hiccup.
>"Relaaaaax, dude..."
>She was now hugging the squirming Lincoln's back, arms wrapped tight around the front of his shoulders and his stomach. The feeling of him struggling against her was giving her an inexplicable rush, and she repeatedly allowed him to writhe and squirm until he was almost out of her grasp before adjusting herself and easily pulling him back into her bosom. This continued for a long while until Lincoln finally gave up, breathless, his small chest rising and falling as he took in great lungfuls of air.
>The room was very hot now as a result of their wrestling, and the little boy was even sweating a bit. The small, poorly ventilated space filled up with what to Becky seemed Lincoln's delicious smell. Like clothes detergent and clean, damp hair. Somehow it was nearly making her swoon. She had never had any desires for young boys before, but something about this little white-haired goofball's hopeless, trusting earnestness was luring all those instincts out of her, like a cobra from a basket.
>"Answer the question, Lincoln."
>Her lips murmured the command against the back of his shoulder. She took a long, secret sniff of his scent as he struggled to regain his breath. The feeling of cold air rushing past his slightly damp neck as she inhaled made him shiver.
>"I...Sort of, I'm not..."
>"Oh my God!"
>Lincoln winced as he felt the girl stiffen and pull her head away from his back.
>"You have a girlfriend and you invited me up here anyway?"
>Lincoln felt a surge of panic race through him, and he spun like a turbine to face her as the full scope of her implication sunk in.
>"N-no! I didn't mean it like that! I just wanted...I just thought...", his eyes were wide and frightened as they searched hers for any kind of reassurance. Becky kept her expression deadpan. "I didn't mean to- I didn't mean anything by it! I just thought, and...and..."
>It was only when his eyes started welling up and his voice cracked that she finally couldn't contain herself anymore.
>Becky started laughing. She gave great, heaving guffaws, forced to pull her arms back from him so she could hold her stomach. Lincoln sat there dumbstruck, watching her shoulders shake as she tried to get a hold of herself.
>It seemed to go on for an eternity. Lincoln's emotions swung hopelessly between indignation, shame, fear, embarrassment. The full spectrum of an awkward, nervous puberty condensed into one moment.
>The teenage girl finally managed to calm down. She brought a hand up to her eyes to wipe away the tears.
>And just when Lincoln was about to say something, Becky threw herself forward and kissed him.
>The little boy's eyes widened in surprise as the young woman pressed her lips against his, but it was nothing compared to the utter paralyzing shock when she pushed her tongue past them.
>Lincoln felt himself get forced down gently against his bed as Becky's tongue explored his mouth. She traced his teeth and gumline before discovering his tongue and massaging it with her own. He distantly felt her hands holding both of his wrists, as though she anticipated some kind of resistance, but before he could think to do anything his eyes widened further (if that was even possible) when she suddenly pushed her tongue halfway down his throat like she was trying to tickle his tonsils.
>Her saliva tasted like Watermelon Fruit Blast and...something else. Whatever it was was making Lincoln lightheaded, or maybe that was just the feeling of Becky sucking the breath out of his lungs. He felt his whole body go from ramrod straight to limp as a dishrag as Becky's tongue continued dancing happily in his mouth until well past the time he needed to breathe.
>When Becky finally broke the kiss Lincoln had practically dissolved against his mattress, cheeks red, eyes unfocused, drooling from the corners of his mouth. A small line of saliva connected their lips which Becky broke gracefully with her finger before popping it into her mouth with a grin.
>The redhead smirked down at her prey, the little boy struggling to connect two coherent thoughts, before taking the red cup from his nightstand.
>"You're a total ladykiller, dude!"
>When the dazed Lincoln opened his mouth to protest the accusation she pushed the cup against his lips and upturned it. Lincoln swallowed instinctively to keep it from spilling on his bed. He nearly gagged at the strange flavor overpowering the artificial watermelon taste but had no choice but drink it all up lest it spill past his cheeks and stain his pillow. He knew if he got his bed dirty he’d be in trouble.
>When there was only a little bit left Becky pulled the cup away and finished it off while Lincoln sputtered and coughed.
>"I'm so mad." Becky deadpanned as she tossed the empty cup aside.
>"Don't be mad." The little boy mewled pitifully, his hormones combining with the booze, the lack of oxygen to his brain and the surreal fantasy coming to life to leave him genuinely terrified of her anger.
>"Nuh-uh. I'm MAD, Lincoln. How are you going to make it up to me?" The young woman smirked as she began rubbing her body against his.
>"W-what do you want?" He asked, and Becky practically shuddered with satisfaction when she noticed how hard he was trying to keep his voice from cracking.
>"Hmm..." She brought a finger up to her chin, the same finger she'd sucked on earlier, and tapped her pretty pink lips in exaggerated concentration.
>"What do I want from Lincoln..." she continued cruelly as the little boy practically squirmed under her judgemental gaze. When she noticed his eyes welling up again she finally gave in, interrupting Lincoln before he could begin to bawl.
>"A kiss." She said simply.
>"Whu-what?"
>"I want you to make it up to me with a kiss."
>Becky tapped her finger against her cheek and let go of the little boy's wrists, crossing her arms and staring away from him in mock hurt.
>Lincoln pushed himself off unsurely from the bed, puckering up as he tremblingly approached the older girl.
>Just when he was about to press his lips against her cheek Becky suddenly turned and kissed him, instantly shoving her tongue back into his mouth.
>Lincoln gave a muffled 'mmph!' as the older girl pushed him back down against the bed, her long, limber body writhing against his as she frenched him even more energetically than before. His surprised resistance again melted away easily and he even found himself sucking on her tongue, to the teenage girl's deep delight. Her pleased moan triggered an instinctive response in Lincoln that made his heart beat even faster.
>After what seemed like forever she finally broke away again. This time she was blushing, almost as much as he was, and they both struggled to regain their breath. Becky stared down at Lincoln in satisfaction as she noticed him watching her breasts rise and fall, too stunned by that second scorching kiss to even bother trying to disguise what he was doing.
>"But you've probably kissed your little girlfriend before, right?" She asked, and the little boy nodded numbly.
>"So that's not good enough." She declared.
>Becky's hand found his and she slowly began pulling it towards her. A grin spread across the redhead’s face, her mischief plain to see as a delightfully dirty idea occurred to her. “Let’s talk about you, ladykiller. How much experience do you have with girls, hmm? How far do you and your little girlfriend like to go?”
>Her question was met with an awkward silence from the white-haired boy, his mouth opening and closing several times as his panicking mind tried to come up with any kind of answer he thought she might find acceptable. As he stammered Becky quickly changed gears, moving towards the topic she was actually interested in. Boxing him in, she moved for the kill.
>“Or maybe that’s the wrong question. You’re at the age, right? Tell me, Lincoln...You ever peek in on one of your sisters while they’re in the shower? Changing clothes?”
>Becky instantly sensed the mood change in the room and the feeling of the little boy's obvious anxiety gave her a perverse rush. Lincoln's stomach had dropped at the mention of his sisters, the memory of them and the sensations he was experiencing now getting mixed up in his brain and making him feel sick.
>The older girl was opening the door to memories, a handful of incidents that he was not proud of, that made him feel like a terrible person, and he was too off-balance and scared to even try and explain himself. Instead he just shrank down against the bed and pulled himself in close as though he was crossing his arms, but Becky knew right away it was more like he was trying to hug himself, even as he stewed in quiet dread and prayed she'd drop it.
>“You don't to be shy, dude. It’s perfectly natural.” She continued heedlessly, gently encouraging his perversions, wondering what delightful little secrets he might be holding back. A blush began to creep up his face, changing the color of his cheeks to a deep shade of red. He shut his eyes. Becky gently ran her thin, elegant fingers across his scalp and his body instinctively eased, just a little.
>“Okay, okay. Calm down. How about if I tell you a story instead?” Her voice dropped low, charged with barely concealed mirth. Her fingers traced down from his hair to his cheek as she leaned in, inhaling his boyish scent, tasting it as her lips brushed his ear and she began whispering conspiratorially.
>“Back in sophomore year, I felt Lori up during a game of Truth or Dare.” She let the statement hang for a while for Lincoln to take in. The boy went very still, still not looking at her, but Becky made sure not to continue until she started to feel him fidget a bit in unconscious desperation. “Do you want to hear about it, hmmm?” There was laughter in her voice. She licked at her lips, making sure the sound was close by his earlobe.
>“I can tell you exactly how soft and perky your sister’s breasts are. Can’t you just picture them now?” On the last syllable, Becky exhaled a warm, gentle breath into the younger boy’s ear canal, forcing his body into another round of small, instinctive shudders as the redhead giggled, delighted at his reaction.
>“Aww geez, too much? Fine then, if you’re going to pretend you’re not interested in Lori’s rack... How about mine? Go on, be honest. Have you done THIS with your girlfriend?" She asked as she forced the little boy's hand against her chest.
>That was when he remembered she wasn't wearing a bra under her tanktop.
>There was nothing said for a long while as Lincoln seemed to process the question. She could feel how cold and clammy his hand was, how scared he was, even over her shirt, until at last he shook his head. She sighed with relief.
>"Well if you haven't done that then I bet you haven't done this..." She continued, and the sound of their breathing was interrupted by the noise Lincoln's zipper made as it was pulled down. Becky's free hand, which had been hovering around his waist the entire time, finally sprung into action.
>Lincoln sat still as a statue, not even breathing, as he felt Becky's fingers slowly slip down past his underwear and touch the silken, delicate skin of his penis.
>There was another long pause, but this time Becky didn't wait for a reply before starting to jerk him off. His virgin penis hardened to full mast quickly and she smiled when she at last felt his stiff cock straining hard against her palm, Lincoln mindlessly flexing his hips just to get a little more of the feeling of her soft skin against his. He didn't understand what was happening, what she was doing, what he was feeling.
>"And if you haven't done either of these..." She began shuffling down his body while Lincoln stared at her, totally paralyzed by sensations he'd never before experienced now shooting through his body as she handled his boyhood.
>At last Becky stood eye-to-eye with his sensitive, previously untouched cock. She could barely keep from drooling.
>"Then you DEFINITELY haven't done this." She asserted happily before leaning forward and giving his cock a nice, slow lick.
>Lincoln jerked against the bed at the hot, wet feeling of Becky's tongue against his penis, whatever he was going to say evaporating when she took it one step further and put him in her mouth.
>Becky sucked the little boy's cock as he squirmed and gasped against the bed, every new sound he made music to her ears while she thrilled in the tangy, dirty, forbidden, never-before-sampled-by-anyone taste of his precum. She chuckled breathily against his crotch and the feeling made Lincoln tremble. Just when he felt he couldn't hold out anymore, that something he couldn't understand or even describe was about to happen, she pulled back.
>Lincoln stared down dumbly at her as she playfully flicked his soaking wet hard-on with her middle finger, her other hand working on the button of her skinny jeans.
>Becky stood up from the bed and hooked her thumbs across the waistline of her pants, pushing them down to her ankles and stepping out of them when they pooled at her feet. Lincoln could only stare hypnotized as the fabric of the too-tight jeans peeled away from the damp skin on Becky's long, pale legs. His heart sang with an emotion he'd never known and he found himself instinctively getting up from the bed, but the older girl easily put a stop to that pressing her bare toes against his chest and pushing him back down.
>Becky smirked as she sat on his nightstand, her hands grabbing the corners and, without realizing she was doing it, pushing her chest out again as she reclined in an eleven year old boy’s room in nothing but her panties and tanktop. The little boy's eyes roamed over every inch of her bare skin with such obvious hunger that she couldn't help but shiver, biting her lip.
>"Do you like me, Lincoln?" Becky asked as she traced a circle on his chest with her toe. The rough fabric of his polo shirt combined with the feeling of his heartbeat against her bare foot was making her giddy.
>"Yes." He replied, mouth dry, throat dry, watching spellbound as a droplet of sweat rolled over Becky's clavicle. She smiled.
>"More than your girlfriend?"
>His hormones would allow him to give only one answer.
>"Yes."
>She smiled, fighting her almost overpowering instinct to jump him right then and there, at least until he could answer one final question. The most important question.
>"Am I your girlfriend now?"
>Lincoln was in such a hurry to say yes that he choked on the word, sputtering as he nodded his head, shutting his eyes in an attempt to try and control his coughing.
>Becky smiled and pushed herself off the nightstand. By the time Lincoln got his eyes open again she'd swung one of her legs over the side of the bed, straddling him, her nose practically bumping against his. He stared deeply into her wide, emerald eyes. He couldn't look away, even when he felt her reach down and pull her panties aside, even when he felt his cock press against something warm and moist.
>"I'll take that as a yes." She smiled as she sank down on his penis. Lincoln squeaked as he felt her pussy part against his head, swallowing him up and taking him deep into her hot, wet womanhood. The feeling of it knocked the wind out of his lungs. Not even her mouth was like this. Becky rocked her hips and watched his cute expressions as she slowly took him in, inch by inch.
>She gave a soft 'ooh!' and shut her eyes when he finally bottomed out inside her, Lincoln filling her up surprisingly nicely for such a young boy. She was giving herself a little time to get used to the feeling when Lincoln suddenly sat up, hugging her waist.
>"Becky!"
>She let out a soft yelp as she felt the boy wrap his arms around the small of her back and give a sudden jerk of his hips.
>"L-Lincoln!?"
>"I love you! Becky!" He began pounding his pelvis against hers as the young woman was taken totally by surprise at his sudden forcefulness. Her tanktop started riding up and Lincoln immediately began kissing her bare belly, just below her ribs. The feeling of his lips against her naked stomach felt like it was making her womb twitch and she gave a long groan as her pussy clamped down on his cock. She threw her arms around his head and tried to force him to pull away from her, tried to buy herself some time, then screamed as Lincoln's lips suddenly clamped on one of her nipples over her shirt.
>The rough, wet fabric of her tanktop scraped against her sensitive flesh as Lincoln sucked and prodded at it with his tongue, hips pumping desperately all the while. Becky could do nothing as the feeling of the little boy fucking her hard sapped any desire she might have had to dictate the pace of their lovemaking. Instead she sat back and allowed herself to be fucked, feeling his adorably small hands squeeze her ass as he continued to suck and lick at her breasts. She forced him away from her just long enough to pull her tanktop off, then when he began trying to attack her tits again she leaned down and kissed him. Their tongues dueled as their bodies threw themselves against each other frantically, their drunken coupling drowned out by the party's loud music.
>She didn't know how long this went on for. Eventually their bodies gave out and they fell sideways against the bed but still continued their desperate lovemaking, Lincoln slamming his hips against hers enthusiastically, his breaths coming in short, shaky gasps as he worked himself to exhaustion. The energy the little boy put into his movement had an effect on Becky as she realized from the adorably determined look on his face that he was trying to do more than just get himself off- he was trying to give her the same kind of feelings she was giving him. Becky hardly wasted another thought before she rolled him over, laughing blissfully as her fingers entwined in her own red hair and she bounced happily on his lap, making it easier for him to get even deeper inside of her.
>Finally, when neither of them could go on any longer, Lincoln's back seized up and he pulled himself up from the mattress, pressing his body tightly against hers as she dropped so hard he was left gasping. Words, just out of reach, piled up at the back of his throat as a tingling swelled in the pit of his stomach, a dam ready to burst. He fought to speak, looking for any kind of reassurance, of explanation, as a release he’d never experienced before began to crash over him.
>"Becky! Something's happening! I-I'm scared!"
>"Oh fuck! Cum inside me!"
>Her reply was immediate, eager and totally insensitive of his fear. She didn't care that he didn't understand, already far too lost in her own depraved pleasure. As she pressed her body against Lincoln's and began grinding her pussy against the base of his cock the little boy balled his fists and squirmed. She kept her eyes wide open and drank in the sight of his first ever orgasm, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he struggled for something to hold onto as this new feeling overtook him. His teenage lover was practically snarling now, obscene, teeth bared as her pussy milked the poor boy.
>Lincoln gasped as the last bit of his resistance broke and he began to cum, the sensation scorching out whole new neural pathways in his brain and officially inducting him into puberty while Becky laughed and pressed herself down against him hard, making sure each shot of virgin cum went in deep. It continued like that, Becky laughing and moaning, Lincoln gasping and crying, as the little boy had the first orgasm of his life inside of his grown-up girlfriend, tablespoon after tablespoon of cum surging into the blissful young woman.
>Even when he started shrinking away against the bed, Becky instantly scooped him up in her arms. Lincoln appeared both dazed and exhausted as she mindlessly rolled her hips to work the last bit of his release out of him, her own warm nectar dripping down the front of his thighs with his overflowing sperm. She shushed the little boy, stroking his hair as he chokingly told her that he loved her while the last of his cum poured into her womb.
>It was minutes until both of them came down from their high, each of them taking deep breaths as their sweaty bodies writhed together mindlessly, their damp, wet skin causing the most delicious friction Lincoln had ever felt when they rubbed against each other.
>Lincoln stared down at the lanky girl, the redhead by now curled up and purring happily against his small chest like a jaguar after a big meal.
>"I love you, Becky." He insisted drowsily, and the older girl could only chuckle breathily against his skin, not raising her eyes to look at him as she finally pushed herself up and away from the bed to begin finding her clothes. He watched a silvery string of his cum drip out of her pussy when she bent down to pick up her jeans.
>"Go to sleep, loverboy."
>And though he wanted to protest, to argue, he found he was too tired. His eyes closed just as Becky slipped on her sandals and sashayed out of her little boytoy's room.
>This really had been a great party.
>"Becky!" Lincoln dimly heard Lori's voice from outside his door a few seconds after the redhead had stepped out.
>"Oh! Hey, Lor~" He heard her reply.
>"Where have you been? I've been looking all over for you! And why are you so sweaty?"
>He heard the redhead laugh and it was like music to his ears.
>"I've been dancing! I went upstairs to splash some cold water on my face."
>"Well don't go in there, that's Lincoln's room."
>"Yeah, I saw. I might have had too much of Jimmy's special fruit punch."
>"Oh man, tell me about it." He heard his sister answer as the two voices began moving away from outside his room and towards the stairs.
>"Speaking of Lincoln though...Your brother's pretty cute, y'know?"
>"Oh my God!" He heard Lori shriek. "You're literally a pervert! Stay away from my little brother!"
>There was a long pause.
>"He's mine."
>The last thing he heard was both of them laughing as they descended the stairs. Lincoln forced his eyes open to stare at the ceiling of his room, feeling sticky and dirty and dizzy and amazing, and too tired to do anything about it.
>The little boy gave a long yawn as the schnappsy fruit punch and post-coital exhaustion finally doused the last embers of his waking mind. He could manage only one final, quiet thought before slipping into the most exhausted sleep of his life.
>"I'm gonna marry that girl."
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