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Love is with your Brother	By : Catspeaker Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 4764 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A:/N This is an expansion to chapter 15 of “The Shadow of his Heart”. Don't worry if you've never read it, I've tried writing it so only the important details are relevant. You just need to know Lincoln and Lucy are in a secret relationship for the story. This was written because I honestly wanted to write some more Lucy and Lincoln fluff and smut, but I didn't think it flowed well with the greater story. It's just kind of superfluous extra detail. But hey, I like that kinda stuff. It's all canon to “Shadow of His Heart”, of course, but I also just wanted a nice stand alone fluffy smutty story for Lucycoln shippers to enjoy too. By the way, the soundtrack to this story is of course “Cry Little Sister” theme from The Lost Boys.

It was Halloween night, just after 9 Pm, and 19 year old Lincoln, along with his 16 year old sister Lucy, had just finished escorting their youngest sister, 9 year old Lily, around their suburban home of Royal Woods for a candy gathering extravaganza.

The three of them had gone as a family of Vampires, even if all of them were a Vampire from an entirely different franchise.

Lincoln had gone the most classic out of the three, at least in terms of cinema history. Portraying 'David' head Vampire of the Lost Boys, he'd had his hair cut into an 80s Mullet (He was getting it cut again the next day), thrown on a long black coat, some finger-less gloves and costume earrings. Red contact lenses and dental caps sourced by Lucy finished his look.

Lucy had gone as the heroine 'Griselda' of her favorite fanged franchise, Vampires of Melancholia. Complete with period accurate scarlet dress which showed off a generous amount of her pale cleavage, and pearl earrings. Red-pink lipstick, pale foundation and dental caps of her own completed her look.

Lily had gone as Dracula's daughter Mavis, from the popular family series and had looked the perfect part in her black dress, striped stockings and black wig.

The three of them had a great time together, Lucy and Lincoln even managing to enjoy the whole affair as a couple, and practice...for when they did the same thing together with their own children...when they decided to have them. Something Lincoln was hoping was still a few years down the road.

But now, with the rest of their siblings either out at parties or in watching Scary movies, and Mom and Dad busy handing out candy to the late Trick or Treaters, Lincoln and Lucy decided it was time to enjoy the night alone together.

They'd used a convenient excuse to get away from everyone else, one backed up by Lucy's best friend Haiku. They were going to head over to her place to watch some movies together with her Mortician's club. Lincoln was coming because he was going to be her ride back naturally, and well, Lincoln and Lucy had been spending an awful lot of time together lately. But considering Clyde was off at State University over an hour away, and he didn't have many other friends, hanging out with his next oldest sister just made sense! She was the closest to him in interests after all, and she really had been there for him after his latest break up a couple months ago.

But Lincoln and Lucy had an entirely different plan in mind then going over to a friends house. That was the excuse to get away alone together.

Lucy knew they were going on a date, she just didn't know where to, or what they were doing. They'd discussed doing things together tonight on such a special occasion, their first Halloween together as a couple. Lincoln's favorite holiday was of course Halloween, but he understood his love of it paled in comparison to his sister's. For Lucy, Halloween was a religious experience, the very best day of the year, which made Lincoln all the more certain he needed to make it extra special for her.

So, Lucy had happily jumped into Lincoln's red SUV as he had gathered what he needed for their date, and the two took off together.

As they drove, Lucy reached over and took hold of her brother's hand, smiling so adoringly at him as they went. The night had been magical so far, and it still wasn't over. It filled her heart with such girlish glee. It had taken some extensive planning and manipulation on her part, but having her big brother as her boyfriend, having him all to herself, it made every little hardship and problem suffered worth it. Lincoln really was the boyfriend that Lucy had always dreamed of having. Thoughtful and creative, with a hidden perverse streak she really liked bringing out of him.

She knew this went both ways. She knew how much happier he'd been with her as well. She knew when she held him after they made love, how at peace he felt. Together, when they were alone, it was as if nothing else in the whole world mattered except for them. Now her beloved big brother was even taking the initiative himself for romantic dates and getaways, even if the two of them had to sneak around to do so.

Lincoln favored his younger sister with a smile in return as they drove together.

There were so many things going on in his life now, Ronnie Anne back in the picture, his best friend pushing him to try and get back with her, the holidays coming up and seeing his other sisters. His hopes for the future and what college he would go to after leaving Royal Woods community college. But, when he was alone with Lucy. When it was just him and her, all of that chaos in his head stopped.

All that worry, all that uncertainty, it all faded away with her. She made his anxiety vanish, she was his calm in the storm now. He loved her with a depth of emotion he knew was taboo, he knew was wrong, and yet he embraced completely.

If he was damned, let him be damned with her he reasoned.

Eventually, Lucy could tell where they were headed, particularly when the van pulled off onto the old dirt road that led to the Royal Woods Cemetery. Lucy's breath caught in her throat, she practically gasped as she realized the location. She looked back to her brother, and then the road, then back to him, smiling with glee, “Lincoln you're not.... You wouldn't... Oh Lincoln, you are aren't you!? You are! My beloved!”

Lincoln could only laugh softly at Lucy's reaction. It was everything he wanted to hear and then some. He knew she would love this, a picnic in the cemetery on Halloween. Honestly, he thought it was kind of cool too. His dork sensibilities and love of Ghosts and ghost stories appreciating it. But he knew for his death obsessed gothic sister, she probably appreciated it even more.

Lucy had already taken his free hand up, and brought it to her lips, kissing his knuckles, nuzzling his hand in that sweet soft way he enjoyed so much, “Mmmm, Lincoln you are the most romantic man alive...”

Lincoln had to roll his eyes playfully at that. Only Lucy would think the incestuous relationship she held with her older brother, and him taking her to a Cemetery on Halloween made him 'most romantic man alive' material. But he appreciated the gesture all the same. Lucy really did appreciate him.

Lincoln pulled the SUV up to a stop in a small patch of dirt outside of the chapel which directly faced the cemetery. Turning the engine off, he reached behind to the backseat and grabbed the picnic basket he had stored ahead of time. Sticking out of the top was a bottle of wine.

Lucy recognized the bottle right away, her mouth turning up into a small grin as she looked at her brother, “Is that?”

Lincoln smiled and nodded, “Yup, the bottle from the Hotel. We only had two glasses each, there was still over half the bottle left. Let's enjoy some of it tonight, together.”

That bottle, which had been given to her by Haiku, was the catalyst for Lucy and Lincoln's first romantic night together. At the comic book convention hotel weeks ago, after her prolonged campaign of teasing and persuading had broken Lincoln's resolve and made him give in to the sublime sin of being with his little sister.

Lucy giggled softly as she continued to hold the happiest smile she'd ever had on her lips, “My beloved Lincoln, am I corrupting you? Just think a few weeks ago you were chiding me about asking you to drink, and now you're encouraging me to?”

Lincoln gave a soft flush to his pale cheeks as he looked away, “Come on Luce, I'm supposed to be here with my girlfriend right now, don't remind me I'm also here with my little sister..”

As they stepped out of the van, and began to walk in front of it, Lucy ran over to take her brothers arm, and pull it to herself as she giggled looking up at him with a mischievous smirk, “But Lincoln, you're with both of them right now....and that's the best part.”

Lincoln's flush only got deeper as he heard those words from Lucy.

It was true, a part of him did think it was better. Somehow, Lucy being both his girlfriend and his little sister made the relationship this interesting, taboo, sexy, and yet beautiful and loving deeper connection. He knew in his head it was messed up and most people wouldn't understand it, but his heart didn't care. His heart only cared for how happy he saw it made Lucy, and how happy she made him..

That and as his eyes drifted down and he took in the wonderful sight of his sister's generous bust, she was god damn hot too. Really hot. Lucy was tall, like him, the second tallest in the family after him. She had a killer body, genetics had been kind to her, seeming to be lithe and thin, except for where her curves were, Her soft full breasts were more than a c-cup on her frame, and her hips flared out, giving her a perfect heart shaped ass.

Lincoln hadn't really spent a lot of time really focusing on Lucy before, not like this, until the last couple months when she had begun to MAKE it a point to focus on her like this. But now he was wondering how he never really saw it before. But then maybe he had always willfully forced the image of the little girl, all knees and elbows, that would crawl into bed and hug him, or follow him around everywhere, to remain in his head as they got older.

To make sure he never saw her as the unbelievably beautiful and sexual being she had become.

Well, Lucy herself had made sure he couldn't ignore that.

Together, arm in arm, the basket in Lincoln's hand they made their way pass the wrought iron fence marking the opening of the cemetery, and traveled further in along the moonlit path among the headstones.

Lincoln had brought a Lantern to light their way and add to the ambiance of the night. It was still warm, even with the occasional breeze flitting through the trees dotted here and there among the headstones. Rolling hills and winding paths made their way through the old boneyard, and even the occasional Mausoleum and crypt could be seen here and there, reflected in moon and lantern light.

It was absolutely enchanting for Lucy. Magical. Here in a place so full of death, decay and the beauty of the end. Yet also here with the love of her life, the very symbol and reason for living and striving until that end came.

She smiled again, leaned over and nuzzled her brother's shoulder, her young sensitive heart filled with so much love right now it felt ready to burst. She couldn't contain herself as she whispered up at her big brother, “I love you.”

Lincoln smiled in return as he looked down at her, lantern and picnic basket in hand, he was taken aback by the sudden declaration, but he knew where it had come from, and why it had come. He was doing good, he was doing everything a proper Boyfriend/Big brother was supposed to do. As those roles blended together in an unholy sinful union when it came to serving and taking care of his beloved Girlfriend/Sister.

“I love you too Luce. Always and Forever.” he responded.

She looked up with a soft smile again, one that was vulnerable as she spoke gently, “Promise me?”

Lincoln nodded before he reached down, “Promise.” His lips met hers, and they shared a brief, but very sweet kiss with one another. A kiss that siblings would not share, but lovers would.

When it was finished, they both pulled back to gaze at one another happily for another moment, before continuing on their journey deeper into the graveyard.

Eventually they crested a hill and reached a nice area smack dab in the middle of things. There was a Crypt nearby, an old fountain with an angel on top covered in ivy, and some tombstones so old the writing on them was nearly invisible. It was perfect for their needs.

Lincoln pulled the blanket he had stored out of the basket and flung it open. It was Halloween themed of course, black with some dancing skeletons on it. Lucy actually giggled softly seeing it, nodding her approval at Lincoln for bringing it.

Next, Lincoln sat the lantern and basket down, and bid Lucy to join him on it. His younger sister did so happily, sitting next to her brother, basking in the area of death, lit by the moon and the little lantern, as her brother moved on to the next items.

He pulled out two novelty cups from the Halloween store, they were plastic wine glasses in the shape of skeletal arms and hands. They were cheap, but Lucy thought they were absolutely perfect, and loved them all the more.

Lincoln poured her a nice cup of wine, before he poured himself one, and next pulled out their food for the evening. He had made them artisanal sandwiches. With the skill of one that had taken after their father when it came to preparing a meal. It was simple, but it was delicious, and he had packed some Halloween candy to go with it for dessert.

Eating together, laughing, nuzzling one another and reflecting on the evening with Lily, the only thing that could make the evening any better for Lucy, was if her brother popped the question to her too. But, as much as she fantasized about that, she realized they were both a little young to talk about marriage for the moment. Well, Lucy had no doubt they would be married in some unholy ceremony one day, but maybe when she was actually out of High School first.

Still, everything had been perfect, everything had been a reaffirmation of what Lucy had always believed. She was the best suited to her brother, and he was the best suited to her.

When their meal was finished, Lucy leaned against her brother as the two of them took in the waning Halloween night. Lincoln had put his arm around his sister's shoulder, gently holding her close as they enjoyed one another's company.

It was then Lucy spoke up, “We should do this every year.”

Lincoln rose his eyebrow and smirked, “A graveyard picnic?”

Lucy laughed softly, tilting her head up to look at her brother, “Yes and no. I mean Lincoln, we should have a date every Halloween. It doesn't always have to be a cemetery picnic, we could go to haunted houses, or just watch movies alone together. I just want to spend every Halloween together with you.”

Lincoln laughed as he fixed Lucy with another raised eyebrow and smirk, “Lucy, we already do that. I've been with you every Halloween.”

Only for Lucy to reply suddenly, “All of them but one Lincoln. All of them but one.”

Lincoln winced, realizing his misstep. There had been the year he spent Halloween with Ronnie Anne in Great Lakes City. He had actually forgotten about that.

Lucy saw the regret on his face, but she didn't want to spoil the mood. She reached up and slipped her fingers gently over his cheek, guiding his gaze back to her, “It's okay Lincoln. But what I mean is..” And then his sister was turning, sitting up to face him, leaning over ever so slightly, her long black hair falling around her bare shoulders, “I want to spend every Halloween alone with you. Romantically. I want you to make love to me every Halloween from now on Lincoln.”

Lincoln, almost for a moment, was about to say, 'but we haven't had sex tonight Lucy', before he realized what his sister was implying. He could be dense and dumb sometimes, but not THAT dense and dumb.

Suddenly, his grin got larger, as he slipped his hands up to Lucy's bodice. His fingers began to take hold of the intricate ties that seemed to be holding it all together, and already he was working on loosening them, bit by bit.. “Oh really, every Halloween you want your big brother to make love to you?”

More and more of Lucy's pale beautiful alabaster flesh became visible as the bodice was loosened, as more of her heavy tits were less and less restrained. Lucy leaned forward and began to help him, opening it up, letting him see more of her cleavage, letting her big brother drink in the forbidden sight..

“Yes, Lincoln. Every Halloween. I. Want. My. Big brother. To Fuck Me.”

Lincoln shivered as he heard that. He was already getting turned on by the sight of his sister's soft pale and round tits as they became more and more visible through her open bodice, but hearing her say that... It was like a lightning rod to his cock. He was at full attention.

Lucy could vacillate between being romantic and sweet, and being the dirtiest and most sensual girl he had ever known.

As he finished opening her bodice fully, Lucy reached up and pulled the shoulders of the dress down, over and off of her arms, pulling the entire thing down to her waist. His sister's beautiful marble flesh appeared before him, and as he expected, she wasn't wearing a bra again. The swell of her breasts seemed to almost defy gravity the way they sat perfectly on her torso, capped with such large pink nipples, such a bright contrast to the milky color of her skin.

Already Lucy's hand had reached forward, slid up her brother's thigh, over the black jeans he was wearing and took hold of the thick bulge which was present, giving it a firm squeeze followed by loving smooth strokes.

Lincoln gasped as Lucy took hold of the log he kept in his jeans. He wasn't an expert on cock size by any measure, but both Ronnie Anne and Lucy had both referred to it as his 'Lincoln Log' and he'd never felt insecure about it. Even if a part of him hated how silly that nickname for his dick was.

But he didn't have much time to reflect on the nickname for his penis as Lucy's hands were already moving up to the top of those black jeans (yes, David in the movie wore black Leather Pants, but Lincoln didn't own any Leather pants and he wasn't going to buy some and give Lucy an excuse to make him start dressing even more goth...again.) and was unclasping the button which held them together, nimble fingers moving to zip him down.

His topless sister in the graveyard, seemed dedicated to getting him as close to bottomless as she could...as if she wanted them both to match in a strange obtuse way. Lincoln didn't try and stop her as she went after her prize....

“Lucy, I think I'm more than capable of doing that..” he whispered back to her.

Lucy grinned as she took hold of the hem of his jeans and the red underwear currently covering his bulge and looked back up at him, “Oh, you think so Lincoln? You're up to the task of fucking me every Halloween? Fucking me nice and hard and leaving your hot thick seed in my womb?”

Lincoln swallowed again. God, she was so...so... he didn't even have the words. Depraved? Perverse? He loved it.

He nodded excitedly, the darker and more perverse parts of himself that Lucy so eagerly fed coming more and more to the forefront. It was said a man only had enough blood to run one head at a time, and Lincoln knew that was true for himself. When Lucy turned him on, really turned him on, and had him give in to his own perverse desires and ideas, all of his worries about consequences, about problems, all his insecurities went away.

“Yes little sister. I think it's time we showed Grandma Harriet how serious we are about bringing little Lupa into the world.”

That made Lucy's heart suddenly pound harder, and her core become even more wet than it already was.

Earlier in the evening she had confided to Lincoln about the dream she had, where Great-Grandmother Harriet had told her she would have a daughter with Lincoln one day. A white haired daughter they would name Lupa. It seemed to have scared him earlier in the evening, but now,she realized, he was so turned on, he wanted to get to making that baby right then and there!

Lucy pulled down, her brother lifted his hips, and his jeans and underwear came right off, down, down his legs to his knees. That log of his bounced free, the one that had taken Lucy's virginity weeks ago. The one she truly could not get enough of. Thick, long, hard, with a beautiful pair of heavy balls hanging beneath it. It was perfect in every way, it fit Lucy in every way she wanted. The soft, trimmed downy white hair that surrounded it only made it all the more appealing to Lucy. She truly thought her brother's cock was beautiful.

Lucy didn't stop pulling his jeans down though, she kept pulling them down past his knees, down his shins, until they reached his feet where they tangled up against the boots he was wearing. Not that Lucy minded, with a surprising strength and eagerness that surprised Lincoln, Lucy yanked his boots off and tossed them aside so she could finish pantsing her brother...leaving him naked from the waist down except for his socks.

The long coat he wore at least served as an extra cushion for his bare ass on the blanket, not that Lincoln would of minded. He was so horny right now, all he could focus on was the beautiful topless creature in front of him.

Lucy slowly stood up, stretching her long arms out over her head in a sensual manner, as if she was dancing to a song only she could hear. Swaying her thin and curvy form slowly and sensually for Lincoln, the heavy sway of her breasts now showing that ever so slight and gentle sag to them that made them all the more softer and more appealing looking.

Lincoln only sat back and watched as his sister continued to move, cock pointing straight up like a sundial at noon.

Lucy brought her hands down to her hips, taking hold of the long scarlet dress she had been wearing, and bringing it down lower, shimming her way out of it, her full hips coming into view. Lincoln could see she was wearing a pair of surprisingly pink cotton panties, small ones, but they were emblazoned with cute little black bats.

After the dress reached her hips, it fell to the ground and pooled at her feet. Lincoln was treated to the sight of his sister's long legs and soft thighs covered in thigh high pink and black striped stockings that seemed to match the panties she was wearing.

It seemed she hadn't completely abandoned some of the pastel goth look after returning to her black hair color again.

After the sensuous little display put on before him, Lucy slowly eased herself down to her knees, leaned forward, causing those beautiful soft fleshy pillows to fall forward in front of her, and began to crawl towards Lincoln like a jungle cat stalking her prey. He even noticed her black bangs had parted just enough for him to catch the glimpse of a beautiful deep blue eye staring back at him hungrily.

Lincoln couldn't stop himself from gasping at the sight, had any girl been so beautiful to him? So seductive? So sensual and everything he wanted? It was everything in his power he could do not to take her, hold her down, and give it to her right there. But a part of him reasoned, that was probably exactly what Lucy was challenging him with. Just how much self control could he exercise in this moment?

Lucy closed the distance between them, crawling between his legs, placing her chest against his own. Her plush, warm tits pressed against his toned torso, covered only by his black t-shirt. She leaned in and pressed her lips to his own in a forceful kiss. His lips parted eagerly, his warm wet tongue seeking hers. It was met, gleefully as Lucy kissed her brother with such unrestrained passion, indulging in the forbidden pleasure she loved so much.

She broke the kiss, and slowly slid down his body, slid down his form, dragging her tits down him, until they came to rest over that thick hard cock of her brother she adored so much. She reached down and placed both of the soft orbs around his shaft, capturing it in such delicious plush warmth. Lincoln gasped in response, and Lucy only grinned up at him eagerly again.

Holding those fleshy, warm, mounds around his cock, she gently began to slide them up and down over his shaft. Moving her body deliberately, slowly, jerking him off with the sensation of her tits. Lincoln could only shiver in response and look down and watch...watch and take in that eager, almost evil smile on his sister's lips.

She spoke softly, “Do you like it Lincoln? Do you like the way my tits feel around your cock big brother?”

Lincoln could only groan in reply and nod, looking back, gasping again, “Jesus Lucy, that feels amazing. Fuck...” His shaft felt electric, every nerve being pleasured by that enveloping soft warmth that jerked his pole up and down better than any hand could ever feel.

Lucy's voice became lower, more husky, more seductive as she replied, “It's about to become even better..” She opened her mouth then, her lips parting as she lowered her visage, and a thick line of sparkling drool ran down her mouth, down past her neck, to pool suddenly over the mushroom head of Lincoln's cock.

She had gathered as much of her saliva as she could, letting the warm wet and somewhat sticky fluid run down between her tits, over her brother's shaft, lubricating his cock, making the valley between her tits even slicker. The result was everything she wanted and more. Lincoln threw his head back and groaned, especially as Lucy began to pick up her pace...and start letting him really fuck her tits.

She held those round fleshy spheres tighter around her brother's cock, as Lincoln began to thrust himself upward, harder, faster, panting as he went. The sight of those pale pillowy orbs bouncing and jiggling with his efforts only made it all the better. As Lucy continued to hold that devious grin on her lips, and made soft sweet noises of encouragement and joy to spurn her brother on.

She continued to goad him, “Do you like my titties big brother? Do you like fucking them? They belong to you Lincoln, every part of me belongs to you. I'm yours, do you understand that Lincoln?”

Lincoln was groaning now, gasping as his hands came up to his sister's bare shoulders, holding her steady as he thrust his hips up fast and hard, “Yes! Fuck! I love it Lucy! I love you! You belong to me! You're mine! I won't let anyone else have you! You're mine forever!” Lincoln almost snarled in his lust.

Lincoln knew if he kept this up and continued much longer, he'd end up cumming all over his little sister's tits. It just felt too good, even more so as she continued to add more of her warm saliva to the mix.

But then she surprised him. Suddenly she pulled off of his cock all at once. Her pale breasts bouncing as she pulled back, a thick line of saliva linking his cock to them, before it broke from the strain. The wet fluid making her flesh glisten all the more beautifully in the moon and lamp light.

His sister pulled fully away, and then leaned onto her back. She went down, onto her back, and lifted her stocking covered legs up, high into the air. Holding her legs together, Lincoln was treated to the arousing sight of his sister's pert soft ass, and plump mound outlined by her pink panties. Those pink panties that had a visible wet spot in the middle of them.

Lucy kept her legs together, pointed up, straight into the air, as her hands slid down to her hips, thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties, and she slowly dragged them up off of her hips. Her puffy, wet, mound came into view, and Lincoln gleefully noticed a thick line of girl juice dragged up by those panties as Lucy pulled them further and further up her legs.

When they reached her feet, she tossed them aside, brought her legs down, and spread them in front of her brother, while sitting up.

There, in the moonlight and the light of the lantern, Lincoln could see his prize before him. Spread out on the picnic blanket, in the middle of the cemetery. His lovely, sensual girlfriend, his little sister. Her heavy tits still wet with saliva, slid opposite of one another on her torso, her smooth tummy just above her hairless mound. Her legs spread, knees up as if waiting for him. Her long black hair falling over her shoulders, and that one visible blue eye, peeking from between her bangs at him as she softly commanded..

“Show me. Show me Lincoln. Show me I belong to you.”

Lincoln had all he could take. He was almost nothing but pure instinct now, pure desire. He WOULD show Lucy who she belonged to. Who she was the property of. Who owned her. Now it was his turn to be the predator, even if Lucy had been the one to goad him into such an action.

He was on her in moments, moving forward so quickly, his toned muscles tensing in anticipation, helping him close that distance so very fast. The long black coat he wore for his costume almost flapping behind him as he was on his sister, over her in moments, his heavy cock bouncing up against his flat stomach.

The first thing he did was seize her neck between his lips. He kissed, then suckled, then bit down on it, pulling at her pale flesh as if he truly was a creature of the night seeking her warm heart's blood. Lucy groaned and arched her back, her hands sliding up and around him, pulling at his coat, wanting to take it off of him.

Lincoln obliged her, helping with his shoulders and arms as it came off, leaving him in the black t-shirt that hugged his athletic form so tightly. He pulled off of her neck just before he knew he'd end up leaving a mark, looking down at his sister... those red contacts in his eyes truly selling the idea of her brother as some Vampire here to ravage her.

God Lucy thought it was so fucking hot. She was practically a fountain between her legs right now.

Lincoln spoke in a tone that was dark, commanding, “I can't leave a mark on your neck. As much as I want to. But I'm marking my territory all the same.”

Lucy didn't know what he meant, until her brother kissed his way down her neck, down past her collarbone, and just over her heart. Moments later she felt him suck hard on the flesh there, suck and then bite, just as hard. It was painful and sensual and sweet and pleasurable all at once, and Lucy once more arched her back.

True to his word, Lincoln didn't stop, he didn't stop until he was certain he'd marked her. When he pulled off of the area now wet with his saliva, her pretty alabaster skin had been marred with a dark purple bruise. Her brother had left a hickey over her heart. He had marked her true to his word.

Lucy was so touched and turned on, she wanted to cry.

But Lincoln wasn't done. He kissed his way over those heavy tits of hers that had been pleasuring his cock so thoroughly moments before, and he seized them each in his hands, squeezing them, roughly, firmly. Enjoying the sensation of his sister's body. He was treating her truly as if she was his to play with.

His toy.

His slave.

Lucy absolutely adored it.

He brought his lips down over one of her full pink nipples and bit down, sucking on it and biting it at the same time. The combination of his natural teeth with the dental caps only added to the fantasy for Lucy, and she felt herself going crazy.

All the while her brother had also been rubbing that beautiful, big, thick, hard cock of his between her legs. Sliding it back and forth against her thigh, over her lower petals. Every now and then, the engorged head would catch almost inside of her, only to slide up and press against her little button, sending more and more overwhelming sensations of pleasure throughout her.

It was almost too much for Lucy. All of it together. Halloween night, the cemetery, her big brother, dressed as a vampire, his fat cock teasing her clit. She had unleashed a monster she couldn't control, and she loved it. She never wanted it to end.

Then words Lucy had almost never spoken before, a name she had almost never used, left her lips in such a needy, begging, pleading manner...”Linnnkkkyyyyy...”

She groaned as she felt her need to be filled overwhelming her. She flushed horribly as she realized what she had just said. She never called her brother Linky. Or Linc. Like her other sisters did. He was always Lincoln, always Lincoln, or brother, or beloved now. But she had been so overwhelmed she had called out to him in such a begging manner, it had come to her naturally.

Lincoln had apparently noticed, as he pulled off of her breast with a wet popping sound, leaned over and fixed her with his gaze, a smirk on his lips, his voice so soft, “What is it Luce?”

Lucy swallowed, bringing a hand up to her lips, turning her gaze away, her face flushed. She brought her legs up, and wrapped them around his waist as she whispered back in that same pleading tone, “Please....Please Linky, I can't wait anymore.”

A moment passed and then her brother spoke.

“Neither can I...”

Came her brother's soft but firm response, and then he was leaning down and his lips met hers once again, and his tongue plunged into her mouth, taking it, owning it, just as he owned all of her. She felt him reach down between the two of them and take hold of his shaft. She adjusted her body to help, as he adjusted the angle of his cock.

Now slickened with plenty of her girl-juice, they were in perfect harmony as the head of his cock pressed between her soft petals, catching perfectly with the entrance of her pussy...and he slid inside of her, inch, by wonderful inch.

Lincoln never got over how absolutely wonderful his little sister's pussy felt. How it gripped and enveloped and wrapped around his shaft like how she wrapped her body around him in such a warm tight hug. She squeezed every inch of his cock so very perfectly, like it was made specifically for him, and him alone.

Lucy never got over how absolutely wonderful it felt to be filled by her big brother. While she didn't have anyone else to compare him too, he seemed to hit every crevice, every curve, to fill her in the perfect way to give her that wonderful sensation of fullness and pleasure as she became one with him. Their bodies fit together so well, his grinding atop her would tickle her little clit only giving her more pleasure.

Once he was fully inside though, Lincoln did something else that took Lucy by surprise. He broke their deep kiss, and suddenly brought his hand up to her throat. His fingers closed around it in a possessive manner. He held her tightly, letting her breathe, but controlling her movement with his grip.

She was truly in his power, she was truly his possession right then. She almost came on the spot. What demon had she unleashed in her brother? How could she get more of it?!

Lincoln didn't wait as he loomed over her, truly like the creature of the night that had come to claim her and make her his. His hips pulled back, dragging his cock agonizingly slow, until only half of it was buried between her nether lips, only to slam forward...hard. Hard enough to cause her entire body to shake, to make her heavy tits jiggle so deliciously, and yet to hold her in place against the ground by her neck. Like she was helpless.

Helpless and at the mercy of her lover.

Lincoln continued with those slow, long, heavy thrusts. As if he was rooting her pussy out, getting it ready for what was coming next. Opening her up more, making her more wet for what he really wanted. Lucy's moans carried through the rest of the cemetery every time her brother slammed himself inside of her, back in, so very hard. He would grunt each time, his balls audibly clapping against her ass.

And then....then suddenly he picked up the pace.

Then suddenly her brother started not only fucking her hard, but fast. Now he was pumping his hips faster, more quickly, truly fucking her. Truly taking her out on the blanket. Her stocking covered legs reaching up into the air for a moment in surprise only to wrap around him again as she continued to moan and pant.

“Yes! Lincoln! Please! Don't stop! Don't stop fucking me!” She almost whined.

Lincoln grunted back, almost growling as he replied, “This is what you want isn't it? You want me to fuck you like your my slave? This is what you wanted to be isn't it? To be my slave?”

Lucy shivered, and came on the spot. Her entire body shook as the orgasm ripped it's way through her core. The pleasure to her clit, the perfect way her brother was hammering her, and the atmosphere around them was too much for her to handle, her whole body tightened, and Lincoln could feel her squeezing his dick, almost painfully tight as she gripped him, throwing her head back and yelling, “Yeeeesss! Liiiinkkkyyyy! Yeessss! I'm your slave! Don't stop! Don't stooooppppp!”

Lincoln didn't show any signs of stopping. He kept going through his sister's orgasm. He felt possessed, he felt dark and powerful. He liked the way he felt. He liked this sensation with Lucy. Knowing he made her cum, knowing she was loving every moment of what was happening. Knowing she loved being his slave.

Lucy continued, given fully over to her submissive side, the needy, begging, selfish part of her that had no shame, that only wanted to be her big brother's most favorite toy in the whole wide world, “Keep fucking me Linky! Keep fucking me! Please! Fuck a baby into me!”

For some reason, that last part sent Lincoln into overdrive. That request from his little sister, those hot words entered directly into his nervous system, and made him pile on into fucking her faster and harder than he had before. His hand around her neck tightened, which only made Lucy squeal with delight in the beast she was releasing inside of her brother.

The wet clap of flesh on flesh filled the cemetery as brother and sister fucked one another hard and fast, and gave in to their every perverted lust and desire. A small part of Lincoln knew he couldn't get Lucy pregnant. He knew she was on the pill, and yet the primal part of him, the part that knew sex was meant for making babies seemed to whisper, 'try anyway. Try to get her pregnant anyway.'

He buried his freckled face into her neck again, his hand slipped from her neck as his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight as his hips went without any conscious need or control of his own. He doubted he could even stop them if he tried at this point. Instead he whispered back, feeding into their perverse desires..

“Is that what you want Luce? You want your big brother to put a baby in you? You want me to fuck you and knock you up you little slut?”

Lucy actually giggled with perverse delight, so overwhelmed by everything, so given in to what she wanted so much. Her legs locking around Lincoln's hips even tighter. She could feel he wasn't going to be able to last much longer, and she had the most insidious and evil thought in her head, she couldn't wait to use it and see what Lincoln did then.

“Yes Lincoln! Yes! It's what I want! It's what I've always wanted! I'm your slut Lincoln! I'm your slave! I belong to you big brother!” Lucy practically cooed those words into her brother's ear...

It was what Lincoln needed. He was so very close to the edge...Panting, gasping, he whispered back, “Oh fuck...Luce I'm gonna cum..”

That was when Lucy unleashed her most evil plan yet. She reached up and whispered in his ear, “I stopped taking my pill weeks ago Lincoln. Are you going to still cum in me? Do you still wanna fuck Lupa Loud right into my womb?”

Lincoln suddenly felt his body take over from his mind. His body hijacked itself away from his conscious mind, even as his conscious mind panicked at hearing that. But then suddenly, he didn't care. Suddenly the consequences didn't matter. Suddenly all that mattered was the idea, the primal desire to knock Lucy up. To make her pregnant, to truly make her his forever with the creation of a child.

His hips slammed down harder than ever, and seemed to lock themselves in place. He exploded in the most intense orgasm of his life.

Lucy felt her brother make his choice, and the pleasure was so intense, the emotions she felt in that moment so intense, her mind went blank. Her mind was overwhelmed and her eyes rolled back in her head. Lincoln felt the same, nothing mattered in the moment except for their bodies and souls becoming one, as he flooded his sister's womb with more fertile cum than he'd ever released before.

It was almost overflowing into her, his body spasming again and again, as if it was dead set on creating new life in the girl underneath him.

They came together like that, under the moonlight, in the cemetery, on Halloween for what felt like forever. Bodies intertwined, arms wrapped so tightly together, hips locked.

It was several long moments before at last, both returned to reality, came back from the crashing orgasmic high, and settled into the bliss of endorphins and warm feelings of the afterglow. The feeling was so intense and so high, it even staved off the anxiety and reality of what might of just happened to Lincoln.

They laid together, joined like that, falling to their sides. Leaning their foreheads against one another, so very in love in this moment. Until at last, panting softly, Lincoln went to open his mouth, the cold fear of reality and responsibility rearing it's ugly head. Oh fuck, what had he just done?!

But Lucy interrupted him, before he could say anything. She put a finger up to his lips with a grin on her own, “I was joking Lincoln. I'm still on my pill. Don't worry.” She looked at the reaction on his face, how it went from fear, to worry, to apologetic all at once, and she couldn't help but laugh.

She laughed hard and long watching him, even seeing the playful annoyance coming up over his lips.

Before he could say anything else, she continued, “Mmm, but it's so nice knowing I matter to you more in those moments than anything else does. It helps reassure a maiden Lincoln.”

Lincoln rolled his eyes, smirked, and replied, “Lucy...you are evil. Pure evil.”

Lucy only smiled, brought her hand up, and traced it over her brother's chest as she nodded in confirmation, “I am evil Lincoln. I'm Evil, and Dark, and Selfish. I know this. Just like you're Good, and Light, and Selfless.”

Lincoln frowned softly and shook his head, “Lucy, you're not evil. You're not selfish either.”

Lucy sighed softly, and smiled, “The fact you see me that way, is why you're good and selfless. It's also why, despite my selfishness, I will always treat you right, I will always love you, and I will always be in your corner, because I want you all to myself.”

Then she added with another sigh, “I suppose your good helps balance me out anyway.”

Lincoln thought she was being silly, and wrapped his arms around her more tightly, leaning in and kissing her nose, “Well, alright evil little sister. Guess it's up to me to keep you in line then huh?”

Lucy giggled softly as she returned his smile and nodded, “I guess it is. Happy Halloween Lincoln.”

Lincoln continued to smile as he responded, “Happy Halloween Lucy.”

The two leaned in and embraced again, a soft and sweet kiss. It was the perfect end to a perfect night.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed! I might do some more of these little 'bonus chapters' or side stories to “The Shadow of his Heart” if the mood strikes me. It's a pretty big story, and these little side stories might not be as important to the grander narrative there, but they're fun to focus on and I might want to write more of them.
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