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Deviant Desires	By : Flagg1991 Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 8518 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Everybody has a secret. That frumpy librarian? Total dominatrix in bed. The little old man shuffling down the street and looking like a mummy? Nazi war criminal in hiding. The nondescript middle aged dork down the street? "He was such a nice guy," neighbors say of gunman.
Sam Sharp, twenty-two and currently working part time as a paid intern (AKA bitch) at WKBG, knew that all too well, for she had a few of her own. For one, she accidentally burned down her grandparents' detached garage when she was eight (hey, she was a little firebug back then, what could she say?). For two, she had never seen Ghostbusters, Alien, or The Thing. That might not sound like much, but when you're hanging out with a group of rockers who dig old school stuff and you tell them that, they'll spend the next fifteen minutes roasting you like a pig on a spit. And trust me, they will not go easy. Like damn, sorry I haven't seen this fifty year old B-movie, what a POS, right? Burn me like a witch, but be warned, fire turns me on!
Okay, no, it didn't.
Not anymore.
Anyhoo, Sam knew that everyone, everyone, has at least a little baby skeleton in their closet. Her girlfriend, Luna, was no different. Tall and curvy with shaggy brown hair, cute little freckles, and brown eyes that shimmered in the light of the morning sun like chocolate diamonds, Luna was everything Sam had ever wanted in a partner: Kind, chill, liked good music, and was a demon in the sack. Ummm. Some dykes used toys, but Luna had the magic touch: She could ride your pussy and finger your G-Spot at the same time. Sam didn't know how that was even possible, and every time she vowed to study her lover's methods, she wound up twisted and moaning in ecstasy instead, all thoughts forgotten. Kind of hard to think when your soul's gushing out of your twat.
Sam had been with Luna since they were both fifteen and knew and loved every freckle, blemish, mole, and laugh. They shared an apartment on 116th Street in South Detroit, a neighborhood populated by ancient brownstones with zigzagging fire escapes, vacant lots, and crackheads. They both worked and attended school online, Luna for music and Sam for dental hygiene, and honestly, Sam was 100 percent happy. They didn't always have enough money...and sometimes their power got shut off and they had to eat Ramen six nights a week..,but they were in love and always got by. Sam could not see herself anywhere else than with her raspy voiced angel.
Angel or no, however, Luna was a human being and therefore came preloaded with secrets and mysteries. Sam never pried or pressed or worried over them. They were for Luna to know and for Luna to share if she wanted. She trusted Luna to not cheat or piss what little money they had away on dumb shit, and that was all that really mattered.
It was by accident, then, that Sam discovered her girlfriend's deepest, darkest god-don't-tell-anyone secret. In retrospect, it started in early March, when Luna's little brother Lincoln called to tell her he had enrolled in City College in Detroit, a bare five miles from Sam and Luna's building. Luna grew up in a big, close-knit family and hadn't seen much of them since she and Sam moved out on their own three years ago, so it stood to reason that she'd be excited that her brother was moving closer.
Only...she was a little too excited. She talked about it for nearly a week, and when she did, her eyes sparkled like starlight. She went on and on and on. Lincoln this, Lincoln that. You ever hear the phrase "to ride someone's dick"? It's basically the zoomer version of "to kiss someone's ass." Luna rode Lincoln's dick so hard that even Sam herself started thinking he was Jesus Christ incarnate. He was so sweet, so caring, so considerate, he always helped Luna when she needed it, he was a good listener - jeez, ride him a little harder, huh?
Sam didn't think anything of it at first. Luna was happy and Sam was happy too. This obviously meant a lot to her, and even though she (mentally) made fun of Luna for kissing her brother's butt, she knew how much Luna loved her family, and wasn't in the least bit put off, offended, or anything else. Why would she be? Only an abusive asshole gets butt blasted because their partner has family and friends.
In June, Lincoln took a Greyhound from Royal Woods and stayed with them for a few days while he toured his college. The whole time, Luna was jammed up his butt. She'd sit on the couch with one leg drawn under her, snuggle up against the overstuffed cushion padding the back, and talk to him for hours with this satisfied little smirk that she had only ever given Sam. The poor guy couldn't even take a leak without Luna tracking him down. She was like a lost puppy dog, and on the day Lincoln left, she hugged him so tightly that his eyes bugged out. He looked like his spine was about to snap, and Sam had to feel bad for him. He was thin almost to the point of emaciation and Luna's arms were toned and muscular from years of guitar (and G-Spot) picking, so when she hugged, brother, she fucking hugged.
Other than that, nothing particularly strange happened during his visit, but as she watched Luna and Lincoln interact, Sam could almost believe that Luna kind of had a thing for him.
That was ridiculous, and, Sam thought, maybe the jealousy talking. Luna was all about Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln, and after a while, Sam started to feel ignored. It was nothing.
Lincoln started at State in September and picked up a part time job at a deli after school. Between work and school, Sam and Luna rarely saw him, and Luna seemed fine with that. She was content having her brother close, and Sam felt kind of bad for thinking - even in jest - that her feelings for Lincoln were anything but innocent.
What made her feel even worse was this:
The thought of a sister digging her brother was really hot.
Sam was young, bisexual, and liberated, but when it came to sex, she was fairly vanilla. She wasn't into minors, she wasn't into the elderly, she didn't like be choked, tied up, watched, or anything else off the wall. She liked it slow, languid, and full of touching, kissing, and passion. In other words, her sexual appetite was normal and absolutely not what even the most prudest of prudes would call deviant. Even so, once she noticed how Luna acted with Lincoln, she started to turn the idea of sibling incest over in her mind, and was surprised to find she liked it...like really liked it. The thought of a brother and sister so consumed with biological need that they met under the covers at night and did things to each other that they ought not do...shameful things that felt so fucking good they just didn't care...turned her on so much her knees shook. Why was that idea so freaking hot? Why did imagining Luna and Lincoln as two horny kids touching each other while their family slept on unaware make her panties damp?
She didn't know, but at first, she was a liiitltle mortified. Come on, brother and sister? That's sick. But every stray thought brought her back to it and after a while, she wasn't so ashamed anymore. Once, during one of hers and Luna's epic jam seshes, she pretended they were sexually repressed sisters exploring the fruits of each other's bodies for the first time, innocent and curious and flushed from head to toe, and when she came, she came hard. But there was something special about the idea of real, flesh and blood siblings getting it on. It was wrong, it was taboo, it was somehow sweet and pure at the same time it was dirty and sinful.
For a while, she entertained the fantasy of Luna and Lincoln together, then work and life got in the way and she largely forgot about it. In early April, she was stretched out on the couch and watching TV when Luna came through the door from work, her Android wedged between her ear and her shoulder. "Yeah," she said happily and bumped the door closed with her hip, "it's gonna be rockin'. I can't wait."
Sam lifted the remote and changed the channel. Oh, cool, Dr. Phil was on. Today he was exploiting - I mean helping - a woman whose toddler weighed nearly two hundred pounds. Plus, she didn't know who the father was, so Muary was there to give her the results of a paternity test.
Luna came over and Sam moved her feet so she could sit, then sat them in her lap. Luna switched her phone to her other hand and nodded. "Yeah," she said, "the bus stops at the end of the street and goes right past there."
Who was she talking to?
On TV, Muary read the results to a group of fat men. "You are NOT the fathers." They all broke out in a perfectly choreographed victory dance; man breasts jiggled, stomachs rippled, and when they spun as one, eight butt cracks winked at the audience.
"Yeah, no big," Luna said. A sly grin spread across her lips, and Sam frowned. Okay, who -?
Then it hit her.
Lincoln.
"Okay, yeah," Luna said, "I gotta go too. Can't wait to see you, bro." She hit END and dropped the phone on the coffee table. She let out a refreshed sigh, sat back, and took one of Sam's feet in her hands. Her face was downright glowing, and even before Sam opened her mouth, she knew exactly why.
"Who was that?" she asked anyway.
Luna kneaded Sam's sole. "Lincoln. He's gonna stay with us for spring break...if that's okay." There was no challenge in her voice, but there also wasn't any question. Lincoln was going to spend a week here whether Sam liked it or not. Luckily for Luna, she didn't mind one little bit.
For a good two days, Luna was stoked. Like really stoked. She floated around on a bank of clouds, laughed easier, and didn't worry as much over the bills. Sam watched her the entire time, and could have sworn she was observing a girl in love.
Did she have a thing for her brother? Despite all the idle thoughts Sam had poured into the concept of Lincuna, she never seriously thought Luna was into him, but now...she wasn't so sure. It was possible, right? Or was Sam just turning into a huge perv? She intentionally brought the topic of Lincoln up and studied her girlfriend's face. Big, shimmery eyes? Check. Hazy Cheshire smile? Check. Girlish giddiness? Check-a-rooney. All signs are pointing toward yes.
Wow.
Just wow.
She dug her own brother. Did she even realize it? Or was it, like, subconscious? And if it wasn't, didn't she know how awful that was? How unnatural?
How HOT?
Lying in bed that night next to Luna, Sam stared at her phone, unseeing, and spun grand erotic visions of Luna and Lincoln in her head. She imagined the tip of Lincoln's dick hovering hesitantly over Luna's opening, his resolve wavering as he had second thoughts. Luna lay with her legs spread to reveal her pink center, nude save for a purple tanktop that slipped down one freckled shoulder. She anxiously chewed her bottom lip, one eye urging he on and the other begging him to stop. A look of uncertainty passed between them; they knew what they were about to do was wrong, but they both wanted it so fucking bad. Lincoln's arms, planted on either side of his sister's shoulders, shook and his back rose and fell with the tide of his breathing; Luna mindlessly rocked her hips back and forth, her body already going through the motions to which her brain couldn't quite commit.
They stayed that way like a scene frozen in time, and Sam flashed. Penetrate her, damn it! She saw herself reaching out and shoving Lincoln roughly forward. His dick sank between his big sister's waiting folds. They let out a shared gasp, and Sam kneaded Lincoln's shoulders like a playful kitten, tempting him to move his hips in sinful unison with his sister, leading him astray and loving every second of it. Lincoln began to rut, and the whole time, Sam rubbed herself against his flexing butt, the sights, sounds, and smells of his and Luna's coupling driving her into a frenzy.
She came back to herself and realized she was so wet that the crotch of her lounge pants were damp. She shifted uncomfortably, and her thighs slid wetly together.
It was official. She was a perv big time.
Oh well. There are worse things to get girl-hard to than the idea of your sexy girlfriend being reamed out by her cute little brother.
While that was true, it was still kind of a strange thing to get flustered over.
Strange or not, she was turned on and…
...and she kind of wanted it to actually happen. She pictured herself sitting on the edge of the bed while Lincoln fucked Luna inches away, watching as her lover gave into her biological urges and forgot for one blissful moment that Lincoln was her brother. Watching as Luna took his dick deep into her body, watching as she clutched the sheets and threw herself into his thrusts...watching as he pumped his load into her, seeding her fertile womb with thick sperm that had absolutely no business being inside that particular girl.
Uhhh. Jesus fuck, why was that so sexy?
A lump welled in her throat and she stole a quick glance at Luna, who scrolled through her own phone. Yeah, fucked or not, strange or not, fucking illegal or not, she wanted to watch Luna's little brother fuck her.
The thing was: How would Luna feel about that? Everything from the merry light in her eyes down to the raspy purr of her voice when she spoke to him on the phone told Sam Luna's love wasn't so innocent, but subconsciously feeling something (if subconscious it was) is a lot different from actually doing it. Plus, maybe Sam was reading her all wrong.
Hmmm. No, she knew Luna, there was definitely something there.
She examined Luna's profiled, as if by doing so she could find some conclusive proof that Luna's feelings were impure, but found none. Maybe they were, maybe they weren't, but the hot issue here was this: Was Sam really willing to watch Lincoln fuck her? Say she brought up the subject and Luna was 100 percent onboard. Great. Thinking and doing were two different things, remember? Could she honestly let someone else make love to her girl? Could she honestly sanction a brother pinning his sister's legs to her ears and railing her until she creamed? Yeah, the mental image that called up was omg, but...it was kind of a big deal. What if it fractured his and Luna's relationship? What if they caught real feelings for each other? She'd heard the term "playing with fire" before, and if it didn't describe this, she was the Queen of Sheba.
After a little soul searching - and willfully ignoring any scruples that didn't agree with what she already knew she wanted - she decided that getting Lincoln and Luna in bed wasn't just okay, but great. They were already close, and this...well, this would just bring them closer. Kind of hard to not be close to a girl you've been balls deep in. That's a special connection right there, and really, Lincoln and Luna were just the type of brother and sister who deserved a richer and fuller relationship.
When you got right down to it, she'd be doing them a favor. And by not doing it, she'd be denying them something beautiful and pure and good. She couldn't do that. And anyway, Luna totally had a little crush on Lincoln...she was just too embarrassed to act on it.
That was where the world's best girlfriend - AKA Samantha Kelly Sharp - came in. If she could give Luna and Lincoln a little wink-wink, nudge-nudge, good things would happen for all of them. They'd get to parttake of each other's forbidden flesh, and she'd get to see her girlfriend committing incest with her little brother. Then maybe after Lincoln filled his sister to the brim, he could do the same to her. Remember that scene from Joe Dirt? "I'm your sister! I'm your sister!" Sam would scream that until she flipped her top, then she'd take every last drop of his cum to -
Jesus, she really needed this to happen. She got raunchy af when she was horny, and nothing would cure the ache in her loins but Lincoln and Luna sinning before her hungry eyes. Maybe when he was done nutting in his sister she would -
She shook her head. Alright, where was she again?
Oh, right, nudging Luna into the idea of doing her brother. First, she needed to sound her out and see where she stood. Would it take a little poke, or a big ol' shove?
"So," she said and laid her phone on her chest, "Linc, huh?"
Luna glanced up. "Huh?"
"Lincoln's coming to town."
The corners of Luna's mouth twitched. "Yeah," she said patiently, as though Sam had pointed out something painfully obvious, "he is."
"How many days?"
"Thursday."
Three days. Spring break lasted a week. "That's cool," she said. "I mean, you're really amped."
Luna nodded. "Yeah, I can't wait to see him. It's been a while."
The last time they saw Lincoln for more than a quick hi and bye was at Christmas, when they all took a Greyhound to Royal Woods and stayed with the Louds for a couple days. Luna was happy to see all her siblings, but guess which one she stuck to? His name started with an L and ended with an incoln.
You know, now that Sam thought about it, Luna hadn't always been like this. It only really started when they moved to the city. Maybe Lincoln represented something more to her, like family. Maybe she was conflating her sexuality with that because...well...Sam didn't have an explanation for that. She liked to think she was smart, but she wasn't that smart. Go ask Frued for an answer.
"Yeah, it's been a little while," Sam agreed nonchalantly, then, "you're just really excited."
Luna's brow crinkled ever so slightly. "I guess," she said.
She wasn't giving Sam much to work with, but that was Luna for you. When she wanted to stonewall, she outdid Jackson.
If ya know what I'm saying.
"Just...if I didn't know about better…" Sam shrugged.
"What?"
Sam shrugged again. She didn't want to come outright and say it, but she apparently had to. "I'd say it's almost like you're into him."
There.
It was out.
Luna favored her with a blank stare, then understanding dawned in her eyes...and Sam was positive she saw a little spark of guilt. "M-My brother?" Luna asked sharply. Why did her voice sound so...stiff? So...contrived?
Because she was...oh, I don't know...lying?
"I didn't say you were into him, it's just...it's kind of almost like you are. It's cute."
"That's gross," Luna amended. "Why would you even say that, dude?"
Sam pushed herself up on her elbows and sat back against the headboard. Luna watched her warily, brows angled down in an outraged V. "Every time you get around Lincoln, or talk to Lincoln, or talk about Lincoln, you just kind of...I dunno. Glow."
Luna threw up one hand. "He's my brother," she said, "I love him."
"More than your sisters?" Sam asked pointedly.
Luna opened her mouth, then snapped it closed again. Ha, got'cha. "No," she said. The defensive edge in her voice was unmistakable. "I love all of them, but he's the only one close..."
Before Luna finished speaking, Sam crossed her arms over her chest with a flourish and lifted a challenging brow. Luna faltered and trailed off, her cheeks turning a very faint shade of red. "Seriously," Sam said, then cracked a knowing grin, "do you have the hots for your brother?"
"No!" Luna cried. "I just...I mean...you know how close we are. It's…" she struggled to come up with a convincing response, then sighed. "I'm closest with him than anyone else, alright? We all kind of are. It's like...we spent more time with him than each other growing up. You know how much one on one I got with Lisa? Like none. She's still a stranger to me. Lincoln, though...it's almost like he's the only sibling I have."
Sam nodded. Luna had said as much - though not as bluntly - and Sam understood it. Lincoln was the middle child, and, like a box of baking soda soaking in odors from the fridge, he kind of absorbed a little bit of everyone's personality. He could be competitive like Lynn, artistic like Lucy and Luna, serious-minded like Lori, prissy like Lola, and animal-loving like Lana. He was the perfect playmate, friend, and confidant to each of his sisters. Well, maybe not perfect, but more perfect than anyone else. He was also kind of a pushover, so if one of his sisters needed help with something, they just went and grabbed Lincoln.
All of his sisters probably felt that way about him, and for a brief second, Sam felt a twist of shame at what she was planning.
But Luna was into him. She just knew it. Luan and Lynn were always happy to see him too, but not like Luna. Luna practically piddled whenever he was around...and it sure wasn't pee dripping down the inside of her leg. It was girl cum, the deepest, sweetest essence of woman, the body's natural lubircation lovingly secreted in anticipation of being fucking mated…
Sam squeezed her thighs together. Alright, she needed to get laid stat.
Just as soon as this was over. "Yeah," she said sympathetically, "I know, it's just...you seem like maybe there's something there, and...you like him, don't you?"
Her reward was a withering glare that slowly dissolved into a slight frown. Luna darted her eyes to her lap and let out a deep sigh. "When I was fifteen I used to think man, I really want a guy like Lincoln. You know, sweet, caring, stuff like that."
She spoke in a halting manner that suggested talking about this wasn't easy for her, so Sam scooted closer and laid a tender hand on her knee, communicating endless love and understanding. Again, her stomach knotted and her resolve almost crumbled. She loved Luna, nothing would change that, and it occurred to her that she was seriously considering manipulating the girl she was in love with to do something that she might not really want to do on her own.
Then it passed.
Of course she wanted to. The proof was right here in front of her.
"And a couple times we'd hang out and laugh and have fun and I just...I wanted to kiss him." Luna smiled fondly, then swallowed it down just as quickly as it had come. "But I knew how fucked up that was and I kicked myself in the ass for it." She hastened to add, "I don't feel that way anymore, it was just hormones, you know? Puberty and all that."
Sam nodded. Inside, she was smiling.
Oh yes.
This was totally going to happen.
Poor Lincoln was going to come through that door like a fly into a spider's trap, completely unaware that his soon-to-be sister-in-law was going to gobble him up. By the end of this week, his dick was going to be buried so deep in Luna's crotch that whoever pulled it out would be crowned the new King Arthur.
Sam cupped Luna's cheek in her palm. "If you do have feelings for him...it doesn't bother me."
"I don't," Luna vowed.
But she did, and later that night, after they had sex and lay in each other's arms, Luna asleep and Sam drowsing, Sam began to plot.
Just as she drifted off…
...she smiled.
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