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Black Roses	By : Catspeaker Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 1390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cat's Corner: Hey everyone! If you're completely new to my stories let me give you a brief introduction to this one. While it's a completely stand alone story, where hopefully I wrote everything in a coherent manner as to it making sense, it also serves another function. It's a bonus chapter to my largest story, “The Shadow of His Heart”. In the story, 16 year old Lucy decides to make 19 year old Lincoln's heart belong to her, for his own good. Their love culminates in chapter 9, where confessions between the two are made, and they give in to mutual love, lust and desire.
This story is a rule 63 version of those events! Because of this, I briefly touch on every event that led up to this point, not only for the new readers but also for my long time readers to give a peek into how events went down in the reverse gender Loud House!
This was a fun challenge to write, as I wanted to hit all the highlights of the original chapter, but with the stark known differences of those Gender Dynamics being different.
I know it probably won't be as popular, given less people are interested in the rule 63 Loud House (Which is a shame, as I love it) but I do hope it's fun and entertaining to all of you all the same... and shows a new side to my longer running story. And hey, if you like this story and you haven't read “The Shadow of his Heart” maybe this will peak your interest into checking it out!

19-year-old Linka Loud stood in the bathroom that adjoined the hotel room she was sharing with her 16-year-old brother Lars. She was looking at herself in the mirror, softly trying to catch her breath and slow the pounding of her heart which had only continued to increase in tempo since the two of them had arrived back in their room only a handful of minutes earlier.
She was so nervous, so on edge, so scared of what was waiting out there for her. Scared, because her little brother was waiting for her. Scared of the feelings coursing through her.
Not because she feared him.
No, she didn’t fear Lars at all. This wasn't a fear or nervousness born out of her safety being in jeopardy. She was fond of Lars, very fond.
In fact, she loved Lars. She loved him so very much. Just as she loved all her brothers of course, all ten of them. They were a handful to deal with, being the only girl in their ranks, but all of them were special to her in their own ways. From the eldest, and most responsible Loki, who was 25 and now living in Great Lakes City with his wife Bebe and their children, to little Leon, 9 years old and the baby who followed her around everywhere and thought his big sister was the coolest person in the world.
But Lars… Lars had become even more special to her as of late than the rest of them. She couldn’t say she loved Lars more than the rest of her brothers, but she could say he was currently her favorite person to be around, her favorite person to spend time with, and that’s what worried her. It worried her, because over the last month and a half, Lars had been there for her, in her weakest moment, more so than anyone else, and that? That meant more to Linka at this point in her life, than anything else.
But then her and Lars had always been close, always, all their lives. Her sensitive, artistic, gothic brother, who almost no one else seemed to fully understand except for her. Who had always looked up to her. Who thanked her often for understanding him, and knowing his emotional needs. He had always said she was the sunshine in his life. Lars had told her, she was the reminder that it couldn’t be night all the time, it couldn’t be dark forever, that it couldn't rain all the time, that it felt good to be warmed by the sun, when that sun happened to be her.
When the chill and darkness of his heart was warmed by her very presence.
Dang it!
Why did he have to have a poetic soul like that, why did he have to be so thoughtful and absolutely sweet to her? Why did he have to make her laugh, and smile, and feel good about herself when she felt at the absolute lowest? Linka felt like she was such a clumsy, embarrassing dork so much of the time. She had always felt that way to one degree or another, why did Lars have to make her feel like she was beautiful, graceful, and charming?
Why did she have to think her younger brother was so much cooler, sophisticated, and desirable than her, that she worried about him spending so much time with her as of late? Worried she didn't deserve it.
Why did he see that worry and reassure her there was no one else he wanted to be around, no one else whose company he wanted more. And worst of all, actually make her believe it
And why did he have to be so tall, dark and handsome?
Why did he have to be better looking than so many of the other guys that had been in her life?! This handsome dark Prince that haunted her dreams as of late!
Why did he have to be her brother?!
That was the part Linka hated herself over the most. The way she had begun to feel about Lars. The way her heartbeat faster around him when he did certain things. The way he had begun to make her core itch and her body warm and even her thighs wet.
She felt so ashamed of these feelings.
So ashamed she was feeling them about her little brother. She felt so terrible that her heart had begun to yearn for him. The guilt she felt when she began to feel so happy in her heart every time he kissed her goodnight, or hugged her tightly, or held her hand, or said it was okay if people thought they were a couple when they were out together... that guilt had been slowly consuming her, driving her mad to the point she had fallen asleep once crying about the whole unfairness of the whole situation.
When had it all started though? What led to the situation where she was currently nervous spending the evening in a hotel alone with her little brother?
Did it go back to that very first day when she caught Marvin cheating on her? When that asshole had tried to gaslight her with that feminist ally bullshit?! She couldn’t believe she gave 8 months of her life to that prick! Ugh! But who had been there to pick her up when she was in tears and could barely function?
It had been Lars.
Well, all of her brothers had been there for her, but Lars had coordinated everything back home. He had dried her tears, hugged her, got her a bowl of ice-cream and made her hang out with him and the rest of her brothers. With little Leon clinging to her the whole time. Being with her family, even as she cried, had made her feel better. She didn't want to be alone, and her best friend Claudia was over an hour away, she had no one but her brothers.
But her brothers she had, and it was Lars leading up the charge, Lars who put on a funny and cute movie for them all to watch. Lars who made sure the rest of the younger brothers doted on and took care of her, and Lars who the next day had insisted she let him take care of things so she could rest.
And it had only continued from there.
Lars and she had begun to spend so much more time together again, just like they did when they were younger. With Linka’s best friend Claudia away at college while Linka was stuck at home, Lars had become her best friend in everything. She had quickly begun to look forward to seeing him and spending time with him every day. Greeting him with a smile and hug whenever he got home from school, and happily cuddling with him when they watched their shows together. She had taken to watching vampires of Melancholia with him, and he’d taken to watching her favorite Shojo Animes with her. It had been a delight to spend so much time with him, and giggle and laugh and discuss their favorite moments together. It had been a delight being with someone who seemed so interested in her again, her actually, not just her body.
She didn’t know why Lars spend all this time with her.
Why he had told her she was his favorite person.
That had made her feel so touched, so confused, even as her cheeks had flushed in response.
Why did such a handsome, mysterious, and deep boy want to spend so much time hanging out with his dumb ole dorky big sister? Why when he could have any girl he wanted?
Linka looked back at herself in the mirror.
Well, she didn’t think she was ugly. But maybe she didn’t have the highest opinion of herself either, even with all of her brothers continuously telling her how pretty she was. But that was their job! She was their sister! Of course they were supposed to think she was pretty! She couldn’t trust any of their opinions. Well, except for Loni, and that was only when it came to clothes and fashion!
But Lars had told her she was beautiful, and for some reason, when he said it…she felt it.
Linka was 5’6, a little taller than the average girl, but not a giant by any means. She had rounded, elfin features with a cute button nose, and big, deep blue doe like eyes. A sprinkling of freckles rounded out her facial features, along with the chip in her front tooth that gave her such a unique and adorable smile.
She was slender and lithe of form, with soft notable curves that did make boys start to take notice of her when they developed early on as puberty hit her. Her breasts could be considered, just over a handful, and the gentle sway of her hips caught attention. Really, she was a pretty girl, even if her confidence was lacking due to recent events in her life. Confidence that was lacking except for when she was in the presence of Lars.
Her most striking feature, however, was the long snow-white hair that ran down to the end of her back. It was straight for most of it's journey down her form, except where it curled at the tips around her bangs and at the bottom when it came to a stop. Her hair used to bother her when she was younger, making her worried she looked like an old lady. What little girl wants white hair?!
Until her eldest brother Loki had assured her that wasn’t the case, and instead told her, it made her look like a little Snow Princess. The rest of her brothers picked up on the nickname and would use it now and then to assuage her if they ever found themselves on her bad side, or if they were trying to get a favor from her. After she’d gotten into Anime and Manga and realized some of her favorite characters also had white hair, she’d actually started to really like it.
But she still considered a boy like Lars to almost be out of her league.
At 6’3 Lars was taller than everyone else in the family, even their eldest brother Loki who topped out at 6’1. He was willowy and thin, but with a toned, athletic, shape and broad shoulders. She knew it drove their older athlete brother Lynn absolutely nuts that Lars had grown so much taller than him and seemed to have such an easy time maintaining tone and definition.
Lars was built like a dancer, or gymnast with his long limbs, lithe and muscular form, and the absolute preternatural grace he seemed to move with. He could bend and contort his body so easily too, which he used sometimes to tease or entertain their younger brothers.
Outside of that, his skin was the color of pale alabaster, like a statue made of marble brought to life, and his coal black hair was kept short but wild, with long bangs that hid what Linka considered to be his most striking and handsome feature…his beautiful dark blue eyes. The ones he had let her see more than anyone else in the last month.
Male Weebs, male dorks, they really were a dime a dozen. It wasn’t like Linka wasn’t spoiled for choice on that front. There really were just so many of them. Lars wasn’t exactly a weeb or a dork, but he did like many of the same things Linka did and shared them with her…and he was hot.
So hot.
Linka understood this. (She more than understood, thought this now, actually thought this every time she looked at him) Hygienic, handsome male weebs and dorks were rare. A young man like Lars could have any girl he wanted, but he'd been exclusively single the last few months and shown absolutely no interest in any other girls as of late, devoting all of his attention to Linka.
And over the years, Lars had more than a few girlfriends. It was like when he turned 13, he couldn't help but pick up a stray girl every couple months who became enamored of him shortly after they met him.
Linka had met some of them when Lars brought them home, they all adored the handsome poetic boy, and yet inevitably he would dump them. He never stayed with any of them for very long, and when Linka had once teased him about leaving so many broken hearts, he had only told her it was because they were all just poor attempts to replace what he really wanted.
When she asked him what he really wanted, he had only smiled at her mysteriously and said it was a secret.
That was her tall, dark, handsome little brother. He had his secrets.
Of course, right now Lars had blonde hair instead of his usual Black and that had been used to deceive Linka recently.
No, deception was the wrong word, it made it sound like Lars was out to hurt her, and she knew in her heart Lars would never hurt her. What it had done was thrown everything off for Linka. Thrown everything off in a strange set of circumstances.
The absolute worst (Or maybe it was the best?) part of that had been the Pagan ritual he talked her into performing a few weeks ago. When she had taken him and his best friend Haiku to mid-Michigan with a bunch of other Pagans on that weird camp out. It wasn't like Linka was unused to doing these kinds of favors for Lars. She'd done them multiple times over the years, always willing to help out when he needed her...and often having to dress up in all black with fishnets in the process. At least this time she didn't have to dress up like some weird goth girl.
But she still had to dress up a little strangely, at least for this ritual Lars had convinced her to be part of. She just needed to be the hare, that’s what they told her. All she had to do was go off into the woods in the pretty white dress and pair of rabbit ears they had made for her and let a handsome boy with blonde hair chase her.
The lord of Hunt they called him. It was supposed to be some metaphor about hunting to survive in the terrible winter and giving thanks to nature for providing. Linka could guess what was really going on in the subtext. After all, the Lord of the Hunt was coming after her, the pretty hare. It was supposed to be a handsome boy meant to chase her around. It actually sounded exciting and a little romantic!
After the terrible break up with Marvin, being chased by a handsome boy in some weird Pagan ritual was kind of fun sounding…and when it happened it Had been VERY exciting. The boy was handsome with that golden blonde hair, and the exotic mask he wore, with its long antlers and the upper half being green felt that obscured the boy’s features, decorated with leaves. The boy had been shirtless and wearing a pair of deer skin pants as he chased her. His form covered with blue woad paint in strange sigils, the muscles on his chest and in his arms visible and tensing.
He seemed to be having just as much fun chasing her, as she was having being chased by him. Darting around trees, giggling as she would run with her pretty hair swishing behind her, until at last he cornered her, and she allowed him to catch her.
Linka had actually wanted this boy to take her right there in the forest. When he caught her, and wrapped his arms around her, Linka took him by surprise by leaning in and pressing a firm, warm, and soft kiss to his lips. She was about to press even more when she heard his familiar gentle laugh and he stopped her from going further. That was when he took off his mask and revealed his true identity. Her handsome younger brother Lars. That blonde hair having thrown her so off.
She had been so embarrassed, but he had put his finger to her lips and told her it was all about the ritual. She had done nothing wrong, and everything right.
Then she found out he had told everyone she was his girlfriend. That had made her feel…confused. She thought she should be angry about that, but she wasn’t. He explained it was because he didn’t want any of the Pagan girls bothering him for a hook up when he was present for purely spiritual reasons. It also doubled in keeping those same hungry guys away from her.
So that had made sense, that she could justify, even if it made her blush every time he gave her a hug and a chaste kiss to her lips in front of the others. When he would hold her hand in front of the fire or slip his arm around her. It was all pretend she kept telling herself.
But that night he had crawled into her sleeping bag in the tent they were sharing with Haiku. It had made Linka’s heartbeat so fast and made her wonder why he had done so. He had said he wanted to cuddle like they used to when they were younger. It had been the first time she had slept with him in years. The last time they had done so, she was still taller than him, and had been the one holding him.
This time, he was so much taller than her, and for the first time, it was her little brother she had been curled up against.
And Linka had almost never felt so safe and loved in her life. Only one other boy had ever made her feel that way with his arms around her, and that was her old boyfriend, Ronnie. The feeling from Lars doing the same had been similar and yet so different at once. It was familiar, comforting, but also had made her feel so many butterflies in her tummy. Even more so, when he had fallen asleep before her, she had felt the unmistakable sensation of his manhood pressed into her form.
That had driven her crazy. Crazy with feelings that made her so ashamed of herself. Feelings that had made her squeeze her thighs together, and slowly shift to get more comfortable. Only ‘getting more comfortable’ had involved wedging herself even more into her younger, but taller brother’s body, and capturing his length so snugly against her bottom.
From there, the relationship between them only seemed to deepen. Lars would go everywhere with her, whenever she wanted. Her favorite was of course the bookstore, it was something they both loved so much. Lars with his love of gothic horror, true crime and art books, Linka with her love of manga and fantasy novels. She loved the time they would spend reading together. When they would sit back-to-back with whatever book they had, and quietly enjoy the sensation of one another so close while lost in their own imaginations.
They would talk about what they were reading afterwards, sometimes over coffee or dinner, and Linka found herself wishing she could have an infinite number of days like that. Days with a boy who was so deep she could lose herself for hours talking to him, with a boy so handsome with such beautiful eyes he shared only with her, with a boy she knew already loved her.
Even if in her secret heart, she wanted more from him.
It was so unfair, he had been such a tease about these things too.
Holding her hand when they went out together, sitting so close to her everywhere they went. Linka knew he was scaring away any and all other guys who may be interested in her (Something she was used to already with 10 brothers who were so protective of her), but for some reason when that behavior from her brothers usually annoyed her, with Lars she didn’t mind at all. She didn’t mind he scared away other boys, because when she was with him, she didn’t want the attention of any other boy.
He had teased her about their handholding, teased her about being her boyfriend in Public, and she had gone along with all of it, the pretending in public, telling herself it was just a fun little game.
But all of that had culminated with this weekend.
Youma-con, the biggest anime convention in Michigan, something she’d been looking forward to, spending time with her best friend Claudia, dressing up in cosplay, meeting voice actors and indulging herself like the total weeb she was.
Claudia, Haiku, and Linka had already picked their costumes out. They were all going as characters from Princess Soldier Gaiden together. With Claudia as Zephyr, Princess Soldier of the Wind, and Haiku as the White Rose Knight, the boyfriend of Zephyr. While Linka herself had gone as Rain, Princess Soldier of Water.
But Lars, her brother. Lars. When he stepped out of the room he was using with Haiku, Linka had felt her breath catch in her throat.
He was dressed as The Black Rose Knight. The love of Princess Soldier Rain’s life, the boy in her civilian identity of Ukiyo and his civilian identity of Akira who were dating. Linka had thought she had looked cute in her blue accented Sailor fuku outfit, with its overly large bow on her back, and the tear drop headed staff of power.
But Lars, Lars had looked…
Dashing.
That was the word that came to Linka’s mind. She was using it unironically too. Lars had looked absolutely dashing.
In his top hat, with his black tuxedo and domino mask embroidered with black roses. His white shirt underneath and the black rose in his lapel, dress pants and shining black dress shoes. He was Akira, the Black Rose Knight brought to life. Akira, the dark Rose Knight who only showed his deep softer side with Ukiyo.
They spent the first day of the convention like that, walking around together, holding hands, posing for pictures…so many, many pictures. They were complimented so often on what a cute couple they made, and Linka had felt no obligation to correct people, despite it making her feel slightly embarrassed, and ashamed of how much she did like it. For a little while, she could fool herself into pretending Lars wasn’t her brother, but was her boyfriend, her thoughtful, wonderful boyfriend who did all of these things for her that made her so happy.
So happy she had cried herself to sleep at the unfairness of it all sometimes.
She recognized she had a real problem.
She had started crushing on her little brother.
She had allowed herself to start fantasizing what a relationship with him would be like if they weren’t siblings. Even with him being younger than her, he didn’t seem that way. He was so mature, more mature than boys her own age. He also looked older than he was, she looked younger than him when standing next to him.
He was everything she wanted, there only had been one other boy that had made her feel this way, her old boyfriend Ronnie. But Ronnie was a distant memory, out of the picture, no longer available…While Lars was right here.
Stupid, Stupid Linka! Lars wasn’t an option either!
She had to tell herself that over and over. He was her little brother, and as sweet as he was, as kind and loving, she couldn’t…wouldn’t let herself mistake his intentions. She didn’t dare try and push something that could ruin their beautiful friendship, that could ruin how close they were. Even if she was familiar with stories of brothers and sisters falling in love, especially from the Manga she loved so much, she knew that didn’t happen in real life, it wasn’t supposed to happen in real life.
She just had to go out there, and act as if everything was normal between them. Act as if he were still the little boy who wanted to read his poetry to her, show off his art to her, and spend his time cuddling with her. That he hadn’t become this…handsome young man who made her heart stir when she wasn’t catching herself.
Well, she couldn’t stay here in the bathroom forever. She had to get out there soon. She didn’t want him thinking she was pooping! Girls didn’t do that! She’d always done her best to give the illusion to her brothers that girls never did any of those types of things! Though some of them, like Loni and Luke could always tell when she was on her cycle and were extra nice to her then.
But for some reason (not some, Linka knew the exact reason), she didn’t want Lars thinking she was doing anything bodily related at the moment. She had come in to wash up, take off her costume and get into the Pajamas she had brought with her. Then she could go out there and…and…and, well eventually go to sleep!
Linka had changed into an oversized orange t-shirt emblazoned with a bright red cartoon heart in the middle, and a pair of black shorts that ended just above her knees. Giving herself one last look in the mirror, she nodded her head, turned, opened the door and walked out of the bathroom.
Lars seemed to be waiting for her, he was sitting on the further bed, but was looking directly in the direction of the bathroom, looking right at her as she walked out. He had changed into his own pajamas, a loose black t-shirt and his black and white striped pajama pants. He was grinning at her, but more surprising was the visibility of his eyes.
Her brother had parted his blonde bangs, and now those deep mysterious pools of dark blue were staring directly at her. As if looking into her soul.
It was such a shock, Linka had stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth falling open into a cute little o shape.
Lars laughed softly, as he folded one leg over his knee, leaning over it, “Snow Princess, what’s wrong?”
Linka swallowed softly hearing her sweet nickname spoken with such affection, then closed her eyes and shook her head, “N-n-nothing, nothing I just, your eyes, you’re exposing them.”
Lars reached down under the bed, and came up holding something, it was a green glass bottle with a brown label, a bottle of wine. He placed it on the nightstand between the two beds as he responded, “Why wouldn’t I?” he asked raising his eyebrow with a smirk.
Linka found herself flushing, her freckled cheeks heating up as she looked away for a moment, folded her arms under her chest and gave just the slightest pout, “Don’t tease me Lars, you know what I mean. You let me see them sometimes, but you hide them most of the time.”
She had been so surprised by his response she had failed to even bring up the subject of the bottle of wine he had blatantly placed in front of her, and she knew she should say something about that! He was just being so cheeky with her already!
Before she could think to say something, Lars was already responding again, “I do, but I don’t need to hide that part of me with you Linka. You’re special, you understand me, so you get to see the real me, whenever you wish.”
Again Linka felt her heart flutter in response, felt her pulse quicken and her cheeks remain warm. Why was this so difficult? Why did she feel so nervous? Why was Lars being so...warm and playful.
She brought her right hand up, over to her left arm, rubbing the area of her skin, just beneath the sleeve of her t-shirt as she made her way over to the beds, stepping between them. When she reached her brother, she sat down next to him, shyly looked up into his eyes, then darted her gaze over to the bottle of wine, then back to him with a slightly disapproving frown.
Lars only grinned and gave a playful shrug as he looked back down at her, “You don't approve Linka?”
Linka continued to give him that disapproving look, the same she used on all her brothers when she was trying to make them feel guilty about something, “Lars, you're 16, you shouldn't be drinking that.”
But Lars was undeterred, he even reached over to the nightstand and opened up the drawer. Apparently he'd already stashed two glasses inside, two glasses emblazoned with characters from Princess Soldier Gaiden, Ukiyo and Akira. Linka's eyes shot open with surprise.
Lars gave another mischievous smirk, “Oh, I guess you don't want to drink it with me, in the gift I picked up for you today.”
Linka found herself flushing again. She loved this kind of stuff. She loved commemorative merchandise from her favorite franchises, yes it was very consumerist of her, and she should know there's no real difference between a glass that was clear, and one that had Princess Soldier Rain on it. But the one with Princess Soldier Rain reminded her of her favorite show, and filled her with warm feelings, and therefore was a hundred times better dang it!
Still, her little brother was trying to bribe her! She couldn't just let him get away with that, she was supposed to be the adult here!
She looked back up at him, puffing her cheeks out, narrowing her eyes a little more, looking into the deep blue of her younger brother's eyes.
Lars actually looked a little sheepish under that gaze, a flush coming to his own pale cheeks, Ha! Linka knew she was having an effect on him!
Lars grinned a little nervously before he shrugged in his response, “Come on, I just wanted to enjoy a glass with my big sister. The one I've been having so much fun with today, is that so wrong my dearest Linka?”
Linka huffed again, a mix of different feelings and thoughts going through her head. Contributing to her younger brother's delinquency wasn't ideal to her, though really it was a stretch to call Lars a delinquent, he didn't get into trouble at school and his grades were always good. She knew him and his friends got up to things, but he'd never been brought home by the Police or anything, unlike say Luke.
Also, she for some reason wanted to be seen as 'cool' in his eyes, even if she wanted to be responsible, and it was just the two of them together, she could stop him if he wanted to do anything dumb. Wasn't this part of the college experience she was missing too? Going off somewhere fun and doing things without adult supervision, doing things she wanted to do?
Yes, maybe it was at an anime convention with her little brother, but considering she was at a community college living at home taking care of her younger brothers, this was the closest she could get to any sort of free spirited rebellion.
Linka rolled her eyes, sighed and reached forward to take hold of the Princess Soldier Rain glass and held it out, “Fiiiineee. Just, only a glass or two, we still have more convention tomorrow, and I don't want to stay in because you or I have a tummy ache from drinking alcohol all night.”
Lars continued to grin as he pulled the cork out of the wine glass, leaning it over while filling a generous portion for Linka, “Of course, I wouldn't want to miss spending more time with you there.”
Linka looked away again after hearing that, then stared down into her full glass while Lars went about filling his own.
Linka didn't have a lot of experience with Alcohol, Marvin had her try some now and then, and while she did enjoy the heady sensation of a buzz, the light headed floating on water feeling of being inebriated, it was just too easy to misjudge how much she could drink, and one particular night she had ended up puking her guts out while Marvin stood over her, holding her hair looking annoyed.
She brought the acerbic fluid up to her lips and took a small sip, feeling the warmth fill her body in moments afterwards. She cast her gaze just over to her left, just over to where Lars was sitting right next to her, watching as he took a sip of his own wine with very little reaction.
The way he handled it, it seemed like he had more experience with Alcohol and wine drinking than she did. That almost made her want to frown a little inside, of course she had less, she was a total dork. While Lars, even younger than her, seemed to know about these things more than she did, seemed more sophisticated and adult like than even her.
She also knew right away, looking at him, and knowing their relationship growing up together, he would never be annoyed holding her hair while she threw up. She knew he was the type to rub her back and whisper sweetly to her, and say he would make some tea and dry toast to settle her stomach. That was the type of boy Lars was.
Lars must have noticed her staring, because he looked over towards her again with his soft mysterious smile, one even more handsome with his deep blue eyes so visible. He held out his glass, “Linka, we forgot. We're supposed to make a toast.”
Linka's own big doe like eyes blinked in surprise as she realized she had indeed had gotten caught up staring at her brother, lost in thought. She quickly held out her own glass and spoke, “W-w-what are we toasting Lars? It's just us here in this room.”
Lars smiled and he brought his free hand up in a gesture that surprised Linka, sliding his long slender fingers over her freckled cheek, back behind her ear in an affectionate manner behind her neck, to the base, giving it a firm and gentle squeeze, “We're toasting us Linka. We're toasting you and I, and our relationship. One that's made me so happy in the last month we've been spending together.”
Linka's cheeks couldn't get any more red, and she couldn't take her eyes off of Lars, every word he had spoken had set her heart beating faster, and she suddenly realized she needed more of the wine, A LOT MORE of the wine to calm her nervous energy.
She gave a somewhat goofy awkward smile, her chipped front tooth almost shining as she looked to her brother and brought her glass forward. Lars continued with his own mysterious smile and brought his glass forward, clinking it against hers.
Linka wasted no time, she brought the wine up to her lips, and downed half of the glass in one long series of gulps that Lars found surprising as he watched it. When it was all over, Linka let out a “Ahhhh” and caught her breath before she was already holding the half drank glass out at him, “Fill me up again.”
Lars rose his eyebrow as he fetched the wine from the little nightstand again and began to pour his older sister a glass once more, “Linka, maybe you should slow down a little after this one.”
Linka gave a very embarrassed laugh, still feeling so awkward and nervous as she brought her full glass back to her once again, “M-m-maybe..” She looked down at her glass again. Her emotions were playing havoc with her, and the wine was starting to have an effect, she felt more relaxed, but at the same time she had less control over what she was thinking... now her thoughts were coming with just a hint of her inhibitions lowering.
She noticed Lars looking at her, and she also noticed he looked....troubled. He looked as if he was nervous now, as if he was about to say or ask something he wasn't sure about. That surprised Linka, Lars almost never took action unless he was absolutely certain about it's outcome. The quiet introverted boy had confidence when he spoke, as if he never doubted any of the words that came from his lips.
But right now, it looked as if he was having doubts before even speaking them.
Linka felt as if she had to comfort him, comfort her younger brother when she saw that look of doubt creep over his expression, and before she knew it, she had reached over with her left hand and placed it on his knee. She gave it an affectionate squeeze and spoke, “Lars, what's wrong?”
She gave him one of her most concerned looks, the kind that made all of her brothers melt, it was a weapon in her girl arsenal. Linka had a few different weapons she could use against her brothers, some were meant to evoke fear, some were meant to evoke guilt, and some were meant to evoke comfort.
This was her comforting look, the one that said as their sister, they could tell her anything. She wouldn't judge them, and she would always be there for them, always love them.
None of her brothers could resist opening up to her when she looked at them like this, and Linka had always seen it as her sacred duty to be that emotional sounding board for the boys in her life. To give them that judgment free zone where they could share their private thoughts and fears, even the ones they couldn't share with one another.
Lars was certainly not immune, and she watched as he hesitantly began to open up to her. He switched his glass to his other hand, so he could bring his right down, over her left. But he brought his gaze to their hands, as if he was afraid to look back at her when he finally spoke, “Linka...do I, do I annoy you?”
Linka found herself taken aback by that question. It surprised her so much, she rose her own eyebrow in response, tilted her head and smiled, “Lars, what kind of silly question is that? Of course you don't annoy me, why would you even think that?”
Lars took a deep breath, and brought his gaze back to her once more, those handsome, sharp, darkly prince like features focused on her, “It's just that, I know about our age difference Linka. I'm still in High School, I'm still your younger brother. Most older sisters would probably find it quite tiresome and annoying to have their younger brother monopolizing their time so much.”
Linka had to think about that response for a moment. For as confident as her brother had seemed, he was sharing some of his insecurity with her. She understood though, there was the age difference between them, one that on the face of it, if they switched places, wouldn't seem as unusual, and as little as it was, still stood out..even if that gap between them became less and less important with every additional birthday.
More though, she understood he meant given she was supposed to be some sophisticated collegiate adult, and he was supposed to be some immature High School kid. Yet the truth of the matter was so much more in the middle. Linka still felt so very much like a kid herself, she knew she was a kid, despite being legal age to vote. Despite the responsibilities thrust on her by their parents, and her ability to handle all of them. She still felt more like a kid. But she also knew Lars was so much more mature for his age, he wasn't JUST some High School kid. He was the one who helped her in taking care of the rest of their brothers, he was the one she relied on so much to keep order in the house. He acted more like he was 25 than 16.
Linka knew what she had to say, she squeezed his knee again, and smiled back at him once more, “What I know right now Lars, is that I'm lucky to have a boy who shares so much with me, and spends so much time with me, and takes care of me like you do. Whether your three years younger than me, or my brother matters less than how much fun I have with you, and how much I enjoy myself with you.”
She saw Lars eyes practically light up, and the soft concerned frown he had been wearing turn back up into a smile. Good, she was putting him at ease, she wanted him at ease. She didn't want him feeling any reason to doubt the time they spend together. Linka wanted nothing more than more time together with him.
Then Lars was looking at her, and his expression was different again, it was a questioning one, as if he was trying to truly reach into the inner recesses of her soul to see what she would say, as he went on, “Linka...you understand you're beautiful right?”
That caught Linka off guard, her eyes were wide, and her mouth open again ever so slightly as those words sank into her. The way he said it, it sounded so different from the typical way her brothers called her beautiful. It was as if he was stating it, in a romantic context. In the sense she was a visually pleasing creature.
Linka flushed and Lars continued.
“I mean that inside and out Linka. You're beautiful, on the inside you're one of the most wonderful people in the world. You're kind, and generous, thoughtful and sweet. You're cute, and funny, and your personality is adorable. But on the outside too Linka. You're a beautiful girl, an ethereal fae creature that men would allow themselves to be stolen away by. I don't think you really understood how many men at this convention had their eyes on you.”
Linka's heart was pounding so hard in her chest, her stomach was doing flip flops, and she felt as if she was lighter than air. She didn't know if it was the alcohol, or his words, or a combination of both, but she knew she loved them, and selfishly wanted more.
Lars took her silence as a sign to continue, “You never needed Marvin. You never needed any boy that would dare not treat you like the wonderful unique being you are. I know you can find another boy, a worthy boy, if you decide you want to. You just need to remember how much you're actually worth.”
Linka stood down at the ground, over her feet as she listened, as her brother's words continued to nestle themselves directly into her very spirit, into her heart. She could say those same words to herself, and never believe them. She could hear those words from any of her other brothers, and still have difficulty believing them.
But when she heard Lars say them...She actually believed them. She actually believed in what he was saying, and it made her feel good about herself, something she'd been having such a difficult time with as of late. Lars was making her feel as if she was worthy, as if she deserved better things.
But she didn't want a boy right now. She didn't want some other boy to come into her life, because, because that would mean she would have to stop spending time with him. That would mean giving her attention to someone else, and that would mean less attention from this handsome, wonderful, intelligent, sensitive boy who treated her like a goddess, and now made her body feel so hot when she was near him, and it was just the most frustrating thing in the world she couldn't have him.
Linka's eyes were tearing up. She only noticed when she sniffled, and the first tear drop fell from her cheek and landed in the glass of red wine, sending a little ripple across the top. She was crying softly at the unfairness of it all. Of finally being with the boy she wanted, and knowing she couldn't have him.
Lars seemed to notice her distress, and put his glass of wine down, slipping his hand over her shoulder, sliding his smooth fingers over her back and pulling her closer to him. Linka handed him her glass, which he took with his free hand and put aside, and soon Linka was burying her face in his chest as she began to gently sob against him.
Lars put both arms around his older sister, and held her against his chest, as he looked slightly puzzled, whispering back to her in surprise, “Linka...Linka, what's wrong?”
Linka clung to him, her fingers taking hold of his shirt, holding it so desperately between her digits as she continued to gently sob, her forehead pressed into his masculine form as she sobbed softly and spoke up, “It's not fair. I don't want any other boy. I don't want to meet any other guy. Because....Because...” she trailed off, afraid to say it. So afraid to say it right now, the secret that had been growing in her heart all this time.
But Lars didn't seem to be afraid. Lars held her close, and slipped his fingers into her long white hair, and gently began to stroke it, gently running his pale fingers down to the small of her back, and up again, “Because of what Linka?”
Linka felt her heart tighten in her chest again. How could she say this? How could she admit this? She didn't even want to admit it to herself, even though she was crying over the very subject of it. She was crying over the realization she had fallen in love with her little brother. That she enjoyed the feeling of his arms around her, and how he took care of her, and made her feel safe and loved and never uncertain in his presence.
She pulled back from his chest, taking a deep breath, bringing her hand up to her cheek, wiping at her eyes with the tips of her fingers, forcing a soft laugh as she spoke through the emotional pain, “It's just.. I don't need another guy, I don't need another Marvin. Some asshole who pretended he was into me, and made me feel crazy every time I questioned his loyalty, and then tried gaslighting me into joining his fucking Harem with regurgitated feminist rhetoric.”
Linka did actually chuckle as she listened to herself say all that. She was actually over Marvin, but she still thought he was an asshole. She didn't know what happened to him, but she thought her younger brother Lexx had something to do with him getting expelled, Lexx was clever like that. But Marvin didn't matter, no other boys mattered. Only Lars mattered right now.
Lars brought his gaze to her, and then he was slipping both of his hands up to her neck, sliding those long dexterous fingers over her soft skin, taking hold of her ever so gently. It was almost...erotic, with the way he took hold of such a sensitive area of her, his thumbs grazing the small of her throat, before she felt his hands sliding up to her cheeks.
It made her core itch, it made her heart quicken, and it made her feel small and vulnerable, in the power of a stronger creature, but one she knew would never hurt her. It excited her, and she was ashamed of that.
Lars brought his gaze to bare on his sister, those deep blue dark eyes taking in her large soft blue, and he spoke with a certainty and finality that only added to the surreal, romantic and erotic feelings that were coursing through Linka at this moment, “Linka...I have a confession to make to you.”
Linka couldn't look away, she couldn't control the beating of her heart, she couldn't control the hot feeling that was coming over her whole body, but she wondered...she wondered just what that confession was going to be, she was afraid of it, and wanted it more than anything.
Lars continued, “Linka, you wanted to know, what I was waiting for. You wanted to know, why I didn't stay with any of those girls over the last few years?”
Linka could only continue to look, slowly, nodding, goosebumps raising up on her flesh.
Lars went on, “Linka, it's the same reason I don't want you to find another boyfriend. It's the same reason I scare the other boys away from you.”
Linka found herself swallowing, the words her brother was saying right now, they would sound frightening to some in any other context, she knew they should, but they only made her more excited for reasons she couldn't explain. They only made her...happy. She was biting her bottom lip, almost seductively as she looked back to her younger brother, as she listened.
Lars finished, “It's because I love you Linka. It's because I want you for myself. I don't want any other boy to have you, I want you to be mine. I want you to be my girlfriend. I was only ever preparing myself, to be the best boy I could ever be for you.”
Linka couldn't pretend she wasn't expecting Lars to say something like that. She couldn't keep lying to herself about it, that her brother and his intentions were completely innocent. She had known it the moment he took her face into his hands like this. She had known it even before then, perhaps she'd known it for a long time. But she had denied it, ignored it, and did her best to pretend everything was normal between them. That her little brother hadn't been trying to romance her the last month and a half, and that she hadn't been enjoying every moment of it.
She found herself, sniffling as she looked back at him, her pretty big eyes tearing up as the crystal liquid flowed down her cheeks. She took hold of her brother's shirt, gripped it strongly and then suddenly pulled him down towards her.
Lars seemed a little surprised at first, but he fell into the request immediately. Before Linka knew it, she felt the enticing, warm, and soft sensation of her brother's lips being pressed against her own. She fell into the kiss with him, her eyes fluttering closed, as his did the same.
There was no tongue at this stage, but their lips were parted ever so slightly, encapsulating one another in wet warmth, as they shared an intimate physical touch siblings were not meant to share. Linka's heart fluttered with how much she enjoyed it, how much she felt she needed it, even as the guilt began to consume her.
She pulled back from the kiss, a large blush on her cheeks, panting as she looked up and saw her brother doing the same, almost blushing.
Only for her to throw her head against his chest, and start to sniffle all over again. She was a wreck, a complete emotional wreck now. She had loved that kiss so much, wanted it even more than she realized, while feeling horrible about the whole thing.
Linka spoke up, “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry Lars. I'm sorry...” she continued as she sniffled.
Lar's larger hands came down over her shoulders, sliding over her back, caressing softly as he responded, “Why are you apologizing Linka? What do you have to be sorry about? For giving me what I've yearned for more than anything after so long?”
That only made Linka feel somehow better and worse at the same time. Her shoulders hunched and she shivered as she wiped her eyes on his shirt, speaking softly, “It's not fair. It's not fair to you, it's not fair to me. I can't do this to you Lars, I can't hurt you like this, I'm the selfish one, I'm the one that led you astray, I'm so sorry!”
But Lars was having none of that. Absolutely none of it. His hand came up into those long snow white locks, and he tangled his fingers into them, getting a smooth hold. He gave a gentle tug, enough to make Linka pull back to look at him. The sensation scaring her and exciting her all at the same time. Her brother suddenly becoming ever so slightly domineering in his need to speak with her.
He held her gaze and continued, “Linka. I'm not a child. I can make my own decisions, but I have felt this way about you since I was a child. You didn't lead me astray, you didn't corrupt me. I love you, I've always loved you. I've always wanted to make you mine.”
Linka's heart continued with it's non-stop, heavy beating rhythm, as her nerves were firing, her whole body on fire as those words made her feel so hot, made her feel those happy feelings of floating on air, even as she continued to feel guilty. She was trying to mount some sort of desperate, responsible defense against her own desires..
She reached up, her fingers now sliding to his pale cheek, sliding over his alabaster flesh so affectionately, as she pursed her lips in worry, “Lars..we can't. We can't. Even if, even if I wanted it. If we were ever caught, they would blame you. They would say it's your fault, and I, I couldn't live with that. Knowing something happened to you because of me.”
Lars continued to be undettered, continued to be absolutely certain in his love and desire, “I don't care Linka. I don't care. I'm not afraid. I know you would never betray me, and the reward is worth more than the risk. So much more, unless you didn't enjoy that kiss we just shared.”
Linka let out a soft gasp of longing, a soft groan of desire, as she continued to caress his cheek affectionately, “I loved it. I loved it so much. I want this so much. It hurts, when I think about how wonderful you are, how you're the best boy I could ever want or have. How much I love you. But I'm your big sister, and I don't want to ruin our relationship.”
Lars was leaning in closer, closer still to Linka, that hand in her hair tightening once again, as his eyes were now so close to her own, his voice a soft dark whisper, “Nothing will change our relationship. Because it's always been this way for me Linka. I've never not loved you, and I will never not love you. Even as your lover, I'll still be your devoted little brother.”

Linka couldn't resist and couldn't look away, as her brother's lips made contact with her own, and she melted against him. As she gave in to the sinful taboo desire of both her heart and her body. Of being with a boy she knew loved her, truly loved her, and wanted her for who she was.
Their lips met, and parted within moments, and Linka was surprised to find she had extended her tongue at the same time he had extended his own. They met in the middle, sliding slowly and then sweetly over each other, as her brother's tongue slid over hers in small swirls that made Linka's whole body heat up more, her nipples harden, and her thighs squeeze together.
Their kiss continued, her hands up on his chest, flat, sliding down his pecs over his t-shirt while he kept one hand in her hair, and the other at the small of her back. She was making out with Lars, she was making out with her handsome, tall, younger brother, and it was driving Linka crazy how good it felt, how wonderful it felt to let herself be loved by him, even as a small amount of guilt still wrestled with her conscience.
When they broke the kiss, Lars captured her upper lip between both of his own, suckled it, and then bit down with his teeth gently, pulling back on it before releasing, the sensation causing a soft groan of pleasure to come from Linka's lips.
The white haired girl fell back onto the bed, blushing so profusely, looking up still with worry and uncertainty, watching her brother. She continued to protest, weakly, even as she did nothing to actually stop him, “We'll have to hide...we wouldn't ever be able to have our love be public. I couldn't ever...marry you, not legally. Is that what you want Lars?”
Lars reached down to the hem of his t-shirt, and then pulled it up and over his frame, his dancer's athletic, agile form coming into view, almost gray skin toned and shaped as he moved to lean over her, his hand slipping to her cheek again, thumb caressing her freckles as he responded, “I would rather have that, than not have you at all. Even if I can only have you in secret Linka, it would be better than any relationship I could have in public.”
Linka brought her hands up to her face, placing both of them over her eyes, unable to handle the emotions sweeping through her. The desire sweeping through her. As she felt her brother's hot breath on her neck, as she felt his lips kiss up her sensitive skin, and then his warm tongue lick slowly up to her ear... causing a gasp of pleasure to shiver down her spine, and her nether lips to continue to moisten.
She felt his teeth bite down on her ear, and her hands flew from her face down to her own t-shirt, grabbing the hem as she twisted it up in knots and groaned in pleasure, “La-La-Lars!” She whined softly in response... even as she felt his hand sliding down the side of her body...down over her hip, taking hold of it and squeezing it.
Lars came up from her ear and smirked at her, “I need you Linka. I need you more than you know, but I won't do anything you don't also want. If you say stop, if you tell me stop, I will stop. But I can't control myself if you don't tell me stop Linka.”
Lars mouth was on her neck again, and Linka closed her eyes softly, gasped, bit her bottom lip. All she had to do was say stop, and Lars would stop. She knew that, he was true to his word. If she said stop, he would stop.
His hands slid slowly up her shirt, under and over her smooth tummy...fingers trailing over her skin, as gooseflesh continued to rise up on her. She just had to say stop, she just had to say stop, she just hand to say stop.
She felt her brother's large hands slide over her soft breasts, she felt him take hold of the pillowy flesh and press his fingers in deeply, her pink nipples pressing into his palm. Her eyes opened wide, she groaned, her back arched. It felt good, it felt so good. His hands were so strong and his fingers so flexible, they plied her flesh like an instrument.
She just had to say stop, she just had to say stop, she just had to say stop.
Her brother continued to play with her tits, roll them together under her shirt, his thumbs pressing against the eraser heads that were her nipples now, pushing in, and then suddenly his hands sliding up, fingers taking hold of her nipples, and he was pulling up on them. Stretching the flesh underneath, it hurt a little, but it was exciting too, it was pleasure and pain mixed into one. He didn't pull too hard, he pulled just enough for her to take notice, really feel it and enjoy it with a deep wince issuing from her lips...only for him to press his hands down, to smush into her soft flesh again, as if her breasts were the best toys in the world for a boy like him...
On some level, Linka knew that was probably true.
Lars wasn't finished though. He leaned down once more, and her lips met his, and he shoved his tongue into her mouth, taking control again, dark, sensual control that her body was beginning to desire more and more. Her core was slickening further, feeling so warm, her body wanted to be touched, her clothes were uncomfortable. She just needed his touch, more of it, so much more of it.
His tongue slid over hers, and she found herself pressing her own back, before he was pulling up, biting her bottom lips gently, pulling on it as he did the top earlier. Linka groaned again, kissing him was so much fun. That's what bothered her and excited her all at the same time, kissing her brother was a dark sensual game. He was so good with his tongue.
And then he was breaking her the kiss between them again, pulling back slowly, and gazing into her eyes. He looked so confident, so sure of himself in everything that was happening. Linka looked back, still so uncertain, so afraid, but not of him, not of what they were doing anymore. She was afraid of her feelings, how strong they were, and how much she knew she wanted this too. How much she had deeply fallen for the boy who had kissed her, even if she knew it was wrong.
She gave the barest sweetest smile of encouragement, even in her uncertainty, a clear indication to her brother to keep going, and he responded by giving her the sweetest, briefest kiss to her nose. The sweet loving gesture making Linka giggle in response, as he started sliding down her body once more. Linka was curious as she watched him, sitting up, wondering what he was doing, before she noticed he had already slid down between her knees.
Before she could even think to protest, her brother had slipped his fingers into the tops of her shorts and the red cotton panties she was wearing underneath. Taking hold of them as he was halfway off the bed now, legs on the floor as he looked up with those smoldering deep blue eyes and gave her a look that said he had nothing but evil intentions for her. But the most fun and pleasurable evil intentions ever.
Linka was so excited, anxious, nervous and hot at the same time. She didn't say stop. She didn't even make any move to stop him, in fact she did the opposite.
She lifted her hips for him.
She lifted her hips so it would be easier for him to do as he wished, and Lars didn't hesitate. With his fingers wrapped in the waist band of her shorts and panties, he pulled them fully off of his sister. Slid them down her knees, down past her calves, and off of her feet where he tossed them aside.
Linka had just willingly allowed her younger brother to expose her most sensitive and private areas so he could see them. Because she wanted him to see them. Because she wanted to give in to his desires that she shared now too, and because she hoped... She hoped so much he liked them. That he found them sexy.
Lars for his part did indeed take the time to admire the prize he had just exposed, the thick thighs that Linka was slightly embarrassed of, that led to her plump derriere, he could see the smattering of freckles just barely on the parts of her lower cheeks which were pressed on the bed.
But the real prize of course was between her legs. The soft petals, like a pair of perfect lips glistening with his sister's honey, the obvious sign of her arousal. Above them, over her pubic mound was the trim white hair that matched the drapery over her head.
Linka was pleased and embarrassed as she heard the soft gasp of surprise and appreciation come from Lars's lips.
“Mmm, Linka....it's so pretty, all of you is so pretty..”
Linka looked away shyly, and then she softly muttered, “Stop that.” Before wincing as she realized she had told him to stop, and really didn't want him too. But he had told her if she said stop, he would, now she was afraid she might of messed things up, only for her train of thought to be interrupted by--
“No.”
Came her brother's response.
Linka looked back, eyes wide, cheeks flushed at hearing that, as Lars continued.
“No Linka, that is the one place I will never listen to you. This is the one area I refuse to stop. I will tell you how pretty and beautiful you are, whether you like it or not.”
Linka could only swallow and slowly nod her head, accepting her brother's statement, like she was a child being disciplined by an adult and accepting she was wrong. It felt, dirty and beautiful at the same time.
Lars was moving up slowly, his hands sliding over her calves first, then her outer thighs, gently trailing his fingertips over her skin as he slid his features between her legs. A kiss was given to each of her thighs in turn, one then another, followed by a soft nuzzle of appreciation, before Linka could feel his hot warm breath over her pussy.
Lars breathed in the heady scent of girl, the erotic aroma of pussy that every hetero-man was wired to enjoy and find absolutely exquisite. Linka's own smelled so clean, so sweet compared to the other girl's he'd been with. He knew his sister had multiple sexual partners over her life, he was absolutely confident Ronnie had been the one to take her virginity.
And yet, Her most womanly part of her body had a purity to it that was unmistakable. Perhaps it was because of how pure his sister's soul was, how beautiful he found it. The very reason he had been in love with her for as long as he could remember.
Lars couldn't hesitate any further, he leaned in and slowly brought his hot, warm, wet tongue up over Linka's outer lips, sliding slowly between them, teasing her, gathering up her taste on the tip of his tongue, reveling in the way it felt, before he pressed it firmly into the hood that covered that soft little nub of pleasure just over her snatch.
Linka was still scared, still afraid at what was happening, but still so very very excited and anticipating it, needing it as the moment drew ever closer. When Lars's tongue finally made contact with her mound, it was like a dam breaking, as her back arched and the wet and warm pleasure began to flow through her.
They had crossed another line. They were moving further and further away from the realm of being simply innocent brother and sister, but emotionally they had crossed that line weeks ago. Lars was just bringing their bodies up to speed with where their hearts had already been.
When she felt her brother's tongue begin to press at, and tease her clit though, it was like lightning being shot through her body. Her eyes opened wide, her toes curled, and she grabbed the sheets next to her as she pressed her pussy down and up, further against Lars's face as if begging for more.
Lars seemed to oblige her, he wrapped both of his lips around that little button, using his tongue to press the hood further back, exposing that small bundle of nerves that provided so much pleasure for a woman. Linka noted his oral techniques were better than any other boy she had been with. He really did seem to know what he was doing with his tongue.
The white haired girl continued to feel that intense sensation as Lars tickled her clit with his tongue, sliding it back and forth in slow, sensual long strokes. Linka bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes, smiled as she rode out the pleasure she was receiving. Pleasure she didn't even know she was capable of having.
Lars continued with his assault, before his lips closed around her clitoris fully again, and he began to suck up on it, providing pleasure by flicking his tongue rapidly over the button and pulling up with wet suction at the same time. Linka's back arched again, and she let loose another moan.
She could barely think, barely process what was happening. She'd gone from making out with Lars, to him now sucking on her clit so enthusiastically. All after a tearful emotionally nerve wracking confession of their feelings towards one another. All of it together was overwhelming, but right now she didn't want this to end. Didn't want this pleasure to stop.
She felt something else, the sudden slow press of a digit sliding between her labia, pressing between those soft lower petals, and sliding inside of her core. Sliding within her slick pink walls, and pressing upward, while her clit was being sucked at the same time.
Linka let out another loud moan, more of a whine of pleasure, and her hands shot down to her brother's blonde locks, taking hold as if she was trying to stop herself from falling off a cliff. Her brother continued to finger fuck her, increasing the pace as he pulled wetly off of her clit and grinned up, “Do you like that Linka? Or do you want me to stop?”
Lars was teasing her, she hated it and loved it at the same time. He had her in his power and he knew it. She knew it, but her heart loved it at the same time. She huffed, almost like earlier, puffing her cheeks in between mewls and whines, pouting, “N-n-n-no...don't stop. Stop being a meanie Lars! This is...Mmmmmm...this isn't fair!”
Lars laughed softly as he looked back up to his sister, still wedged between her legs, still driving his finger in and out of her core, sliding it upwards as he did, causing more shivers of delight to flow through her. “I just had to make sure you were certain Linka, I hope you understand...”
And before Linka could respond, his lips and tongue were over her clit again, his nose buried in the soft downy of her pubic mound. He lifted her thighs up, allowing her to place her legs over his shoulders, as he pulled his finger from her wet vice, only to drag his tongue further south, and plunge it into her pussy.
Now her brother was making out with her cunt, tongue plunging inside of her most sensitive area with absolute abandon and gusto. Lars seemed fully intent on kissing her pussy as passionately as he kissed her mouth, and all Linka could do was squeal in absolute delight, and stare up at the ceiling in between having to close her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.
Lars was such a giving lover, he seemed fully intent on putting her first, wanting to see her pleasure. It made Linka feel a little guilty, but she could barely concentrate on that as he continued to tongue her inner walls, and had placed his face so thoroughly into her crotch she doubted he could even breathe.
She could feel her orgasm building though, up through her, the pleasure beginning to increase, steadily and steadily, a flood pressing up against a dam, pushing further and further, sending cracks through it's foundation. His nose seemed to be angled perfectly to press and slide against her little clit while his tongue was buried inside of her, and Linka's toes were beginning to curl against his back.
The white haired snow princess brought her hand up to her lips, biting down on her finger gently as she tried to control the growing pleasure threatening to spill over that dam. Her voice came out in a desperate plea, “Don't stop. Don't stop. Please don't stop Lars. Please don't stop.”
Lars didn't stop, he continued, he went deeper, he pressed his entire face between her thighs, she knew his mouth, nose and lips had to be absolutely coated with her girl-juice right now, and his fingers were gently caressing her outer thighs, up to her hips and down again in a soothing, almost encouraging manner...
And then, he slipped his tongue up and out of her again, and over her clit...She had a feeling of emptiness for a moment, replaced by that electric button of joy being over-stimulated, only to feel that emptiness replaced by the sensation of two fingers spearing into her core suddenly, and wiggling and scooping inside, against her walls all at once..
The dam completely crumbled then. It broke apart, and the flood of pleasure overwhelmed poor Linka. The 19 year old woman arching her back even further, her eyes closed as her whole world went white with the sensation flowing over her. Her orgasm rippling through her body in non-stop waves that crashed through her senses again and again.
Lars continued to tickle her button, suckle it, and fingerbang her through the entire process. He never stopped, which only continued to send those explosions of pleasure through her body in an unending crescendo.
She fell back, whining so loud, eyes shooting open for a moment as that pleasure continued. But it soon became too much, it soon began to overwhelm her. Her brother's continued stimulation had passed from pleasure into outright delirium, her hands on his head as she continued to shake and cum, “Lars! Lars! S-s-stop! It's t-t-oo much! Too much!”
But Lars didn't stop, he only laughed and continued to suckle her, and finger her, until the overwhelming stimulation, the pleasure that made her think she was going to go absolutely mad, broke through and caused another orgasm to spread through her body. Linka's mind did go white for a brief moment, her nerves so overfilled with stimulation they shorted out with the extreme pleasure if only for a moment. She lost complete track of everything as she rode that wave of absolute delight that carried her conscious with it for several short pleasurable moments.
When she finally came to enough to realize what was going on, she noticed her brother had finally stopped. She was looking at the ceiling, looking up, panting softly, a sweat over her whole form, and her skin feeling like it was on fire in the best way ever. Her legs were flat, and her thighs were spread, and she could only stay there, catching her breath, before she rolled her eyes over and caught sight of her brother.
He was sitting up on the bed next to her. Smirking as he looked down at her, seeming so pleased with himself, his chin and lips glistening with her fluid still.
Linka couldn't help but feel a little bashful, she frowned slightly, looked away, and then before Lars could stop her, she had reached over, picked up the pillow by her and suddenly slammed it down on his face, “That was mean Lars!” she said accusingly.
Lars laughed as he put his arm up in defense and leaned back, Linka hitting him again with the pillow, but even she was laughing now too.
Lars responded, “It was mean to do my best and give my beloved sister the most pleasure she could ever have?”
Linka dropped the pillow, put her hands on her hips and faced him down with one of her mock accusatory stares, “Oh, is that what you said to all your little girlfriends over the years, huh?”
She teased him now, smirking as she saw a look of guilt come over her taller siblings lips. She could see he actually looked worried about that coming up, and for a moment Linka realized, Lars saw those other girls as being a betrayal to her.
Lars spoke softly, “N-not like that...Never like that for them, only for you. Only for you, and I had to practice so I could...”
Linka's heart melted seeing this side of him. Where he had been so confident and seductive moments earlier, in this instance he was her little brother again, so afraid of disappointing her. Even with how wrong everything they were doing was, she wanted nothing more than to take away his worry and self doubt.
Linka leaned over suddenly, more jumped atop him, and pushed him onto his back. She was over him, and had her arms up around his neck, before she was pressing her lips suddenly against his own. This time Lars melted against her, as their lips parted and their tongues met each other in the middle again. Linka could taste herself on Lars's tongue, and on his lips and chin, and it was a heady erotic sensation.
She kissed him sweetly and affectionately, before she pulled back, and she slowly nestled her head into the crook of his neck, holding onto him as if he truly were her boyfriend now. Truly was the boy she loved romantically.
Lars felt his heart almost explode in that moment. Even after making out with her, after confessing their feelings, and after eating her pussy like a starving man at a buffet, this was the real evidence Linka was returning his feelings.
The post-coital cuddling they were doing now, the way she hugged herself to his body so affectionately, and was now placing little kisses on the underside of his chin.
Now it was Lars turn to be rendered speechless, as the shirtless goth boy held his bottomless dorky sister, while she curled her body over his own, her arms around his neck and her head on his chest. He heard her speak up, in that cutesy tone that he loved so much from her.
“I did really like it. Like, really, really liked it Lars. That was amazing.” She titled her head enough to gaze back at him with a smirk, and Lars found himself flushing as his hand went down her back, slipped up her shirt and began to caress her skin.
He gave a small smug smile as he responded, “As I said my beloved, you deserve it. You deserve nothing but the best from me, my whole effort, every time I'm with you.”
Linka smiled as she heard that, her eyes trailing down her brother's form...fingers sliding down his torso, between his pecs, down to his flat stomach as she looked down where she really wanted. Down between her brother's legs, noticing the thick, fat, long bulge sticking straight out and forward against his pajama pants.
Linka grinned coyly as her hand slid down, and she took hold of her brother's cock, giving it a sudden firm squeeze through his pants, while looking back up at him, “Oh...is this for me too Lars?”
Lars gasped as he felt his older sister take control, grab him so confidently like that. He didn't know what had caused this sudden change in her, but Linka seemed as if she was more confident herself now, more willing to take charge. Maybe it was her inherent need as his older sister, maybe she was trying to assert some more control as his senior, and not let her little brother just run rampant however he wanted.
Lars could only weekly nod and give one of the most goofy and cute smiles she'd ever seen the handsome goth boy give. It was completely raw and non-rehearsed, a moment of silly pleasure and feelings overwhelming him, “Y-y-yes. Yes, that's for you too Linka. It belongs to you, as all of me does now.”
Linka flushed a little, taking a firm grip of his tool, through the fabric of his pajamas. She squeezed it in ways she knew boys liked, and gently gripped it, trying to keep control of herself, and not let on just how excited and nervous she was about everything still. “S-so, it's for me then? You're saying, your...” and Linka paused...
She paused as the word came slowly to her lips, the dirty word she was going to use with her little brother, the word that would push him further into the ultimate culmination of their shared sin.. towards that end goal she was afraid of, but wanted so much for herself too..
“Your cock....This cock. It belongs to me? It's mine to play with?” She looked back to him, biting her lower lip, cheeks fully flushed.
Lars sat up, giving a soft sigh of appreciation, clearly enjoying the way Linka was holding his length, even if it was through the cotton material of his sweats, even if he wanted the naked sensation of skin on skin so bad, but he'd gotten a little more control of himself as he nodded, reached forward and slid his fingers into Linka's hair again... Gently caressing soothingly. Linka was turning her head into his touch before she even realized it.
Lars spoke once more in that soft tone, “No one else but you Linka. My body is to serve yours now, just as my heart is to serve yours.”
It was said with such certainty again, such finality as all of his statements were. Lars didn't waste words, words were his passion, and when he said something he meant it. Linka realized this, and felt her core heating up again, she shivered and looked down at his cock once more, this time her fingers trailing upwards...slowly sliding to the hem of his pants, as she took hold of them nervously and began to gently pull down on them.
Her voice came anxious and soft, “I want to...I want to see it..” She said, looking up at him, adding..”I want to see...my toy...”
Lars only continued to gently caress his sister's hair, to rub her scalp so affectionately as he nodded, “Then do it Linka...reveal your toy. It's yours to play with, to see when ever you desire.”
Linka looked back into those deep dark eyes, and swallowed nervously again, once more the power dynamic had shifted between them, her brother was in control, even if moments earlier she was, now she felt like a child unwrapping a present on Christmas again. Nervous and giddy, and feeling so hot, she hooked two fingers into his waistband, and dragged them down... dragged them down over that long thick length, until it slowly came into view.
It was the dark, the almost grey mushroom head of his cock that came into view first, already glistening with his pre-cum as she pulled the waistband down. His pale shaft visible next, the purple veins underneath almost shining through as the pillar of alabaster flesh was revealed more and more, until she pulled it fully down over his soft sack. The fleshy bag that held his balls. Her brother's cock fully on display, as she noted he was completely bereft of hair...His fucktool bald and smooth, jutting upward, and looking so hot and handsome to her.
Linka practically groaned as it came into view.
She didn't hesitate again as her warm and soft hand slid to her brother's thick appendage, marveling at how much of it was still sticking out even after she wrapped her hand around it. As she felt his lifeforce coursing through it, pulsing. Still under a trance like spell she began to pump it, slowly, up and down...pushing the cut foreskin up and over the head of Lars's penis, before sliding it back down to the base of his balls. Linka already transfixed giving a slow sensual handjob to her younger brother.
She turned to look up at him again, wide eyed and hoping for his approval, hoping to see the look of pleasure on his lips. She wasn't disappointed. Lars was smiling blissfully at her, propped up on his elbows, watching her as she pumped him up and down. His voice dark and low, “That feels so good sister..”
That word added as if to emphasize how dirty and taboo what they were doing was, and somehow making Linka all the more excited because of it. She squeezed her thighs together as her core was begging to be filled now, begging to see what it felt like to have this instrument pressed into her, slid inside so deeply.
She shivered and groaned again, looking up at Lars still, “Lars...I want...I want to suck it. I do, I want to suck you off, I want to make you feel as good as you made me, I want to know what you taste like, but...But I also want. I want..” She trailed off, feeling so embarrassed, she was practically begging she realized. She was just about to beg her little brother to fuck her.
But Lars only fixed her with that knowing smirk of his own. As if he already knew what she wanted, without her even saying it. Slowly he began to sit up. He sat up and pulled away from her, only ever so gently, his hand coming up to brush her cheek as he nodded, “I would love that Linka. I would love to feel your lips wrapped around my cock, but right now beloved Sister, what I want more than anything else...is to make love to you.”
And then he added as he grinned with teeth, “And fuck you.”
Linka shivered hearing those words, her heart pounding in her chest once more. She wanted both herself, she wanted her brother to make love to her, but she also wanted to be fucked by him. She wanted that raw sexual energy he seemed to emanate, she wanted to feel all of it, and she wanted his love too. She wanted the love of the sweet dark boy that was the perfect boyfriend she could ever ask for, and she wanted the dark sensual lust of the devious perverse boy that saw her body as his personal playground.
When he reached forward to take hold of the bottom of her orange shirt, she didn't hesitate, instead she reached her arms forward to help him, to make it easier for him to pull the offending garment completely up and off of her body. She felt the material slide over her, off of her head and then her arms, and then get pulled fully away, tossed aside... leaving her completely naked on the bed.
She sat on her knees, her chest bared, her shoulders sprinkled with freckles, her pale heavy breasts gently rising and falling with her breathing, as she turned and looked towards her brother.
Lars had stepped off of the bed, if only for a moment, his cock still sticking up, visible, pointing towards the sky in defiance of gravity, as he simply took hold of his sleep pants and shucked them from his form. Pulling them down and off of him and stepping out, so that now he was naked too.
Then he was up and crawling on the bed, crawling over her, as his hand went to her chest, to her shoulder, took a gentle grip, and began to press her down onto her back. Linka followed as she looked to him so nervously, so excited and anxious at what was coming. Were they really going to do this? Were they really going to cross this final line? Was she really willing to throw everything to fate for the love of the boy in front of her.
Lars's hands went down to her thighs, and he pressed slowly parting them. Linka only resisted for a moment, before she remembered she wanted this too and suddenly she was parting them faster than he could do so himself. With her legs spread, and her body flat on the bed, Lars took hold of his long thick cock, held it by the shaft, and pressed it up against Linka's drooling wet pussy. She was already flowing like a fountain, her body wanted this, needed this so bad.
But as for her heart, it was certain but had fear. It wanted this so much too, but was so afraid of all the consequences that would come. Lars was already rubbing his dick up and down against her wet petals, sliding his shaft back and forth over it, causing her unbelievable pleasure, while Linka decided on what she really wanted.
When her brother seemed ready, when his cock was so slippery there was no doubt he wouldn't have any trouble penetrating her, he looked down, into her eyes and he hesitated. He stopped and brought his hand down to her cheek, caressing it softly...
“Linka...I can't go forward, I can't do this, until you tell me it's what you want too. I will always love you, no matter what your decision is, but I can't do this without knowing you want it just as much as I.”
Linka listened, looked up into those eyes being so honest with her, breathing in the reality and the realization of how much Lars loved her. That he needed her to give him this final permission still, this final commitment that she would be dedicated to this just as much as she was.
It almost made her heart break with realizing how much she loved him too. Slowly she lifted her arms up, she lifted them up from the bed to the sky, towards him, palms outward in a gesture of receiving, as if she was ready to receive him, all of him, as her eyes misted up and she slowly nodded.
“Lars...please. Make me belong to you.”
She whispered softly as her hands found his shoulders and took a firm hold.
That was all the confirmation Lars needed, he didn't wait a moment longer, he pressed his hips forward, and the head of his slippery cock pressed between Linka's lower lips, pushed into the tight opening of her hot pink pussy, and he slowly began to sink inside of her, inch by inch.
The hot realization of their taboo hitting both, the wonderful culmination of their love made manifest, and the indescribable pleasure of their bodies becoming one flowed through both as Lars pushed and pushed until he sank fully into Linka, and fit so snugly inside of her.
Lars grunted and groaned, and Linka moaned softly, back arching, the sensation feeling even better than she even thought it was possible. She shivered as her brother panted, his own hands on either side of her, while she gripped his shoulders. She looked up at him with a sweet, happy, needy smile, he looked back to her with a soft grin.
Her brother chuckling softly, “Fuck...Linka, that feels so much better than I even thought it was going to be, please give your brother a moment to adjust, he doesn't want to cut your pleasure short by finishing too quickly..”
Linka actually giggled in response, and then squeezed her kiegal muscles, massaging her brother's cock, squeezing it as it rested inside of her, smirking up at him, “Oh, does your big sister feel too good Lars? You need me to take it easy on you?”
Lars gasped, his own back arching, his eyes closing, his blonde head thrown back for a moment as he shivered, only to look back at her with another smirk, “Beloved sister, that isn't fair...” Only then he was sliding his hips back, as if he was trying to answer her challenge now. Sliding every inch of his long hard member back, until only the tip was buried inside of her.... to then thrust upward all at once, slamming it back to the edge of Linka's core, causing her tight vice to convulse and shiver in delight.
Linka gave such a large and loud moan of pleasure in response, as her hands still gripped his shoulder so tightly, and she panted, “S-s-sorry, Ss-sory!” She panted softly, “Mmmm, please keep going Lars...”
Lars was only to happy to oblige, and he slid his hips back again, sliding until only half of his length was buried inside, before he was shoving it forward inside of her again, the soft clap of his smooth balls against her thighs echoing around the room. He built up a steady rhythm like that, sliding back and forth, thrusting inside of Linka, fixing her with his own dark and needy gaze...
Linka's whole body shook with the wonderful feeling, the hot sensation of her brother filling her, the tall dark and handsome boy with his bright blonde hair and deep blue eyes, the way his muscled torso and toned arms would tense with every thrust he gave her, and then untense as he was sliding back. Each thrust feeling better than the last as he built up speed and power, taking her further each time he pounded up against her womb.
Their soft panting filled the space between them, silent, watching each other, looking into each other's eyes, until other emotions beyond just the need for physical sex and pleasure overwhelmed them, and he leaned down as she leaned up, wrapping their arms about one another's necks as their lips met again in the middle.
A desperate hungry needy kiss of long restrained love breaking free between them, their tongues intertwined just as their bodies were, swapping spit and fluids as they made love and fucked one another. Linka's legs slipping up to wrap around Lars's hips, to hold him close as he pounded into her faster and faster, as she moaned, and mewled and almost cried into his mouth. She gripped him tightly, her pretty hair falling about her shoulders and spread over the bed as Lars began to smack into her pussy with even harder force now...building up steam as if releasing a long restrained energy that had been building in him for years. A fantasy being fulfilled he could no longer keep a restrained grip on.
They broke the kiss, spittle hanging between their lips as they gazed into one another's eyes, as Lars thrusted harder, faster, wet smacking sounds filling the room, Lars's eyes staring into Linka's soul as he panted, as he whispered, “I love you Linka...I love you with every part of me..”
Linka was thrusting her own hips up now, rocking them in time with his thrusts, helping him to bottom out completely into her, even smacking up against her cervix with how deep he would go, how far his long cock would drive inside of her. She looked up into his eyes, overcome with emotion as she slid her hands to his cheeks, taking hold of them, “I love you! I love you too Lars! I love you so much, you're the perfect boy for me, the one I've always wanted! Please don't stop! Please give it to me! Give it all to your sister!”
Lars felt that command in his soul, as both of his arms wrapped tightly around Linka's smaller body, and he held her close. He lifted her bottom half off of the bed, her ass and hips in the air as she clung to him, just so he could slam himself down into her cunt harder and deeper. The two lost in a heady mix of arousal and emotion, familial and romantic feelings bleeding together into an unholy union that neither felt guilty or ashamed of in this moment.
Lars cock would slide out to the very tip, only to slam inside hard, all the way until it was completely buried, then slide halfway out and rock back and forth quickly, before repeating the process, driving Linka absolutely crazy. Both siblings could feel their limits building up between them, the edge coming towards them so closely, and they could sense it in one another. They could both feel the crescendo coming one again.

Lars leaned forward, kissing along Linka's cheek bone, to her ear before he whispered hotly, “I'm so close Linka, so close...I...”
And before he could even finish his question, finish the statement, Linka was cutting him off, responding in that hungry, pleading, needy tone, “Inside Lars. Inside! I want it inside of me! Don't you dare pull out!”
Lars...did not imagine for a moment his sister Linka would ever say anything like that, but there she was, asking him to creampie her. To empty his load inside. He didn't have time to think or wonder if she was on any kind of birth-control, and right now he didn't care. He should of remembered, most dorky weebs were absolute freaks when it came to this sort of thing, and he was pleasantly surprised to find out Linka apparently fit that stereotype too.
He didn't care about the consequences, he just wanted to make his sister happy, he just wanted to be everything she could ever want in a boy, so she would never look at another again, never need another again except for him.
Overcome with pleasure now, her words rattling around in his head, Lars didn't hesitate as he let his body speed up, as he let his need to cum start to fill him. He was fucking Linka into overdrive now, the bed beneath them squeaking and rocking, the frame slamming against the wall behind him as he pushed himself to the edge, slamming his cock down into his naked sister's pussy over and over. Linka clung to him as moaned loud and long, throwing her head back, legs wrapped so tightly around his frame, never intending on letting go until she felt him finish inside of her.
The moment came, Lars through his head back, every muscle in the pale boy's body tensing as he pushed himself as deep and hard as he could, burying every inch of himself inside of her he had, and then flooded her womb with his cum. He came like a fountain, again and again, harder than he ever had in his life, emptying his thick hot sinful spunk into his sister's waiting body. Her pussy gripped and massaged his length as her own orgasm broke and crashed over her. As her pussy gripped his dick so tightly, spasmed and seemed to milk it for every ounce that he had.
They came together, holding one another so tightly, Lars's body so rigid and firm, Linka's locked around him, as their mutual orgasm continued coursing through both. Until at last...at long last, the indescribable pleasure came to an end, and they collapsed together back on the bed, panting and naked.
Lars was on top of her, but within moments he was holding her, gripping her body tightly, and moving so she was atop of him, so she could remain comfortable. All the while his length stayed inside of her, even as it softened, acting as a cork for the seed he left in her body. Linka clung to him tightly in the post-coital bliss as they held one another so close.
They remained silent, softly panting. Softly holding one another, nuzzling, exchanging the occasional kiss and listening to one another's hearts as they shared the bliss of the afterglow.
After several moments of silence and blissful feelings, Linka slowly lifted her head to look to Lars. He was watching her with the most adoring, affectionate expression she had ever seen, she looked back with a deep flush.
“Thank you..” He said softly.
Linka continued to flush, looking curious, her bright eyes looking back, “For...for what Lars?”
Lars leaned down, placed a soft kiss on her lips, and replied, “For completing me..”
Linka felt her heart almost pained by how sweet the gesture was, and before she knew it, she was leaning forward to capture her brother's lips with her own once more, and shoving her tongue into his mouth.
There was no shame or second guesses, there was no worry, just the need to show her new boyfriend, the one she had always wanted how much he meant to her. They would make love two more times this night before finally falling into a sweaty heap of untroubled blissful sleep.

Cat's Corner: Clearly this story is like double the size of my normal chapter output. But I felt it was necessary to get all the right detail in. If this is liked well enough, perhaps later I'll do another rule 63 bonus chapter, but focusing on the events that happened with Boy Lynn and Linka!
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