Very Big Brother

Very Big Brother

by George Glass

Summary: (Sequel to "Big Lincoln, Little Lincoln" and "Casino Night.") On the derangedly sex-affirmative Earth 17.2, the Loud family gets its own reality show. What is more, they have the chance to win a massive cash prize—but only if Lincoln can impregnate all ten of his sisters AND his mother by the end of the season.

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Chapter 1: Very Big Break

April 23rd, 9:23 AM
Offices of Big Splash Studios
Santa Chinga, California, USA
Earth 17.2

Big Splash Studios Chief Creative Officer Helena Fyne was just finishing up her ordered-in Waldorf salad at her desk when two of her television producers, Hubert Chadwick and Margarita Sonora, practically burst into her office. There had been a time when Helena would have dropped her fork in surprise at the sudden intrusion, but she had grown used to Chad and Margie’s enthusiasm.

“You’ve got to see this!” Margie shouted, holding up her studio-issued phone.

“We just found our next reality star!” Chad added.

“All right,” Helena said, waving at the screen on the wall opposite her desk. “Put it on.”

Margie hit a few buttons on the phone, and the screen lit up with a video. It showed a naked Latina girl who was perhaps eleven years old vigorously riding a white-haired boy as he lay on a Murphy bed with about two dozen people standing around them and watching—the boy and girl’s families, Helena assumed. Her eyes went right to the boy’s member.

“Oh my,” Helena said.

“He’s eleven and he’s hung like that,” Margie replied. “And this video was taken a year ago; it just didn’t go viral until recently. God only knows what the boy’s packing now.”

His eyes fixed on the screen, Chad murmured, “What I wouldn’t have given to have that much meat at his age. Hell, at my age.” Then Chad seemed to realize that he’d been speaking aloud and added, “What I mean is, he’s a boy that girls will cream their panties over and that other boys will wish they were. That makes him reality-show gold.”

Her eyes fixed on the action on screen, Helena said, “The kid clearly doesn’t have a problem fucking in front of an audience.”

“Plus he’s got stamina for days,” Margie added. “And he can take direction, if his submissive behavior in this video is anything to go by.”

“All good,” Helena said. “But what’s the concept here? How are you going to build a show around this kid?”

“He’s got ten sisters,” Chad explained, showing Helena a Loud family photo he’d downloaded from SwiftyPic. 

“Ten?” Helena exclaimed. “Incredible.”

“And incest is very hot right now,” Margie said. “Especially when there’s a preteen boy involved.”

“Most especially when the boy’s got a big dick,” Chad added.

“And can get his sisters pregnant,” Margie said. Pointing to the screen, she added, “He knocked up that girl on the first try.”

“She’s not the only one, either,” Chad added. “There’s no video of it that we know of, but we have it on good authority that recently, he impregnated one of his school friends and her mother on the same night.”

“Given how much cum he pumped into that Ronnie Anne girl,” Helene replied, “I can’t say I’m surprised. Sounds like this kid is a baby-making machine.”

“Exactly,” Margie replied. “So what we’d like to do is make young Lincoln the hero of a one-hundred-percent-real family incest saga.”

“This is high-concept stuff,” Chad added. “This show could be the next Do Me in the Dark.”

Helena quirked an eyebrow. “Or it could be the next TP Island.”

“That was purely a branding problem,” Chad countered. “The Marketing department should have realized that more viewers would read ‘TP’ as ‘toilet paper’ than as ‘triple penetration.’ We just drew the wrong audience.”

“So,” Helene said, “you want to show this kid fucking all his sisters? That’d be fine for an internet series, but if you want to build a real show, we need more than that.”

“It wouldn’t be just his sisters,” Chad replied. “We’d include the mom, too.”

“And it wouldn’t just be about the fucking,” Margie added. “It’s going to have stakes, so the fans can cheer Lincoln and the girls on.”

Helena leaned forward, putting her elbows on her desk, and asked, “What kind of stakes?”

***

April 30th, 6:19 PM
Bridget Hakushu’s Japanese-Irish Cafe
Royal Woods, Michigan, USA
Earth 17.2

“What we’re proposing,” Chad said to Rita and Lynn Loud Senior across the table, “is that we give your son the chance to impregnate all ten of his sisters and his mother. If he succeeds, we award your family eleven million dollars—one million for each pregnancy.”

“Oh, my,” Rita replied. “That’s a lot of money.”

“Would we be competing with another family?” Lynn Sr asked.

“No, no,” Margie replied. “This will be a race against the clock—or rather, the calendar. Your son would have eleven weeks to produce eleven positive pregnancy tests.”

“And eleven positive paternity tests,” Chad added. “For your family to win, all the babies have to be his.”

Rita tried not to let her face betray her excitement. For the first eleven years of Lincoln’s life, Rita’s degree of sexual attraction to the boy had been fairly typical for a mom with a young son. But ever since she’d watched him impregnate Ronnie Ann, she had found herself fantasizing about her well-hung son doing the same for her. She hadn’t yet gotten up the nerve to confess this fantasy to her husband, let alone find out whether he would be averse to her making it a reality. But if they agreed to do the show, she would have a perfect excuse.

“Well,” Rita said, keeping her face impassive as she lowered her spoon into her colcannon-udon soup, “that sounds…interesting.”

“The eleven million dollars certainly does,” Lynn Sr added. “But you know almost half our kids haven’t reached puberty, right?”

“We don’t think that would be a problem,” Margie replied, “if the conclusions of your daughter Lisa’s featured article in the latest issue of Biological Science Weekly are on the money.”

Margie showed Rita and Lynn a copy of a science journal and flipped to the table of contents. At the top was an article titled “Inducible Preadolescent Ovulation: A Systematic Review and Meta-analysis” by L. M. Loud.

“Well,” Lynn said with a half-sigh, “Lisa’s never been shy about experimenting on her siblings.”

“Perfect,” Chad said. “Now, we’re going to need to have cameras all over the house so we can capture the sexy action wherever it happens: bedrooms, kitchen, living room, dining room, and the bathroom.”

Lynn swallowed a bite of his corned beef teriyaki and said, “No dice on the bathroom.”

“Don’t worry,” Margie said, “we won’t be showing footage of anyone doing their business. Just implying that we’d do that was enough to sink TP Island.”

“It’s not that,” Rita replied. “I mean, it is that, but my point is that we only have one bathroom for all thirteen of us, so we can’t afford to have any ‘action’ in there. The line down the hall in the morning is slow enough as it is.”

Without pause, Chad replied, “Then we’ll build you a second bathroom.”

“Yeahhhh, we tried that once,” Lynn replied. “The kids were not understanding.”

“Then,” Margie said, “we’ll build you a third one, too.”

Lynn looked faint and began to wobble in his chair. Rita put a hand on his back to steady him.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

“Sorry, I just…got a little lightheaded there…” He blinked and looked at Chad and Margie. “Seriously? You’d add two bathrooms?”

“From a budget standpoint,” Chad replied, “it makes more sense for us to modify your house than to move you all into a big rental property for three months.”

“Wow,” Lynn breathed. Then a thought struck him. “But what about our oldest daughter, Lori? She’s off at college.”

“And taking care of her new baby,” Rita added.

Margie replied, “We’ve considered that. With all the setup we’ll need to do, we won’t be able to start shooting until late April, anyway. We’ll only be a few weeks into the show when Lori finishes her semester. She can come home and join the ensemble after that.”

“And we’ll have childcare help available,” Chad added. “Don’t worry, we’ve done lots of shows with young moms—some of them quite a bit younger than Lori.”

“Well, this all sounds wonderful,” Rita said. “But I’m a little worried that all this is going to wear Lincoln out. He’s still a growing boy.”

“Lincoln will get one day a week of uninterrupted rest,” Chad replied. 

“State child labor laws require it,” Margie elaborated. “Plus, the days off will come right before we shoot special scenes, which will help ensure that Lincoln will be rested and horny.”

“Well,” Lynn Sr said, “we’ll need to talk to him and all the girls before we commit to anything.”

“This would be a pretty big lifestyle change for all of us,” Rita added.

“Of course, of course,” Margie replied. “Take your time.”

“But for budgetary and logistical reasons, we need to give our boss your answer by this time next week,” Chad added.

“We understand,” Rita said. “We’ll talk with the girls tonight, and Lincoln in the morning. He’s at a sleepover with some friends.”

***

On the plush puce carpet of Carol Pingrey’s bedroom, Lincoln and half a dozen teenagers—including the beautiful Carol herself—were seated in a circle. The game was Texas Hold’em, so Lincoln and Carol each held a pair of playing cards, and five community cards lay in a line between them. 

The other teenagers, all in various states of undress, had folded at some point during the hand and now watched the duel between the white-haired twelve-year-old and the blonde teen. Lincoln was down to just his orange pajama top and his lucky red “victory undies,” and Carol was wearing only the hand-tailored purple negligee and matching panties she’d won at Royal Woods Middle School’s Casino Night fundraiser a couple of months earlier. 

Carol had graduated high school with Lincoln’s eldest sister, Lori, and now attended college locally. She didn’t normally invite middle schoolers to her “strip poker slumber parties,” but at Casino Night, Lincoln had impressed her enough with his poker skills—among other things—to earn an invitation.

“I see your ten…” Lincoln was saying, adding a blue chip from the stack in front of him to the substantial pile in the middle of the circle, “and raise you twenty.” He added two more blue chips to the pot. 

Carol’s stack of chips included just a few whites, reds, and blues, each worth one, five, and ten, respectively. But she also had two special gold chips. She tapped one of them with a purple-polished fingernail as she looked impassively at the two cards in her hand and the row of five on the floor.

“You know,” she said casually, “I think I’m done with foreplay.” She picked up the gold chip, then gave Lincoln a wicked smile as she said, “Time to put it in,” and placed the chip in the pot.

“OoooOOOOH,” the other teens exclaimed collectively. 

Singsong, Carol’s blonde friend Whitney said, “Hope you know what you’re doing, Carol. If Lincoln wins this hand and gets that Anything chip, you won’t just have to strip naked; you’ll have to do whatever he wants.”

“And Lincoln’s a big fella,” Carol’s friend Roger added with a grin.

“I know what I’m doing,” Carol replied confidently. Then she looked at Lincoln. “So what’ll it be, big boy? Call, raise…or fold?”

The gold Anything chip was worth a hundred. Luckily, Lincoln had just enough chips to match it. He pushed almost his entire pile into the pot.

“I call,” he said.

Carol laid her cards face up on the carpet: the jack and three of clubs. Then she pointed serially to the two, six, and queen of clubs in the row of cards, and she smiled as she said, “Uh-oh, Lincoln, mama’s got a flush.”

Lincoln sighed. “Wow. That’s a big hand. All I’ve got is…a couple of twos.”

He put his hand—the two of hearts and the two of spades—down in front of him.

“Oh, but wait,” he went on. Then he pointed to a pair of cards in the row of five: the two of clubs, and the two of diamonds. 

“Two and two make four,” he said smugly. “Of a kind.”

“Holy shit!” exclaimed Tad.

“I can’t believe it,” breathed Teri.

Lincoln grinned. Not only had he won a massive pile of chips that included the Anything chip, but unlike his victories at Casino Night, he’d won this one without cheating. Lisa had helped him, but only by programming a series of computerized poker tutorials that taught him everything he needed to know about Texas Hold’em.

“Well,” Carol said coyly, “I bet an Anything chip, so I guess I have to do whatever Lincoln wants. Lincoln, what’s it going to be?”

Being in the presence of so many teenage girls in various states of undress had already given Lincoln the beginnings of a boner. But knowing that he now could do anything he wanted with Carol Pingrey—a girl he had lusted after for some time—brought his cock to half mast inside his red briefs.

But he had to think, because the gold chip entitled him to only one sexual favor from Carol. He thought back to the various sexual fantasies he’d had about her—particularly the ones in which, for some imagined reason or other, she had to do whatever he wanted. 

“Well,” Lincoln said slowly, “if I can pick anything…”

And then he smiled.

“Anal.”

“OooooOOOOOOH!” the onlookers cried. 

“Maybe you should forfeit or something,” Whitney said to Carol. “I mean, we’ve all seen the video; we know how big ‘Big Lincoln’ is.”

“What if he snaps your butthole like an old rubber band?” Teri asked Carol. “If you end up in the hospital, your parents might not let us have these parties anymore.”

“Guys, please,” Carol said, waving a dismissive hand as she and Lincoln stood up. “I’ve seen Girl Jordan swallow Lincoln’s cock, and we’ve all seen Ronnie Anne Santiago take it in her pussy. If a couple of middle schoolers can handle Big Lincoln, I definitely can, whatever hole he puts it in.”

Lincoln watched avidly as Carol reached up under her purple negligee and slid her panties—also purple—down her thighs and off. Playfully, she kicked them into the air, sending them on an arc toward Lincoln. The boy caught the undies and placed them on Carol’s nightstand.

Lincoln then pulled off his orange pajama top. There wasn’t much to show off there; Lincoln was a couple of inches taller than he’d been the year before, but he was as skinny as ever, not yet having begun to fill out the way a few of his male classmates had. There was, however, a bit of definition in his chest and abs, which was chiefly attributable to the exercise Lincoln got in the course of his increasingly active sex life.

He looked expectantly at Carol; as the loser of the hand, she was obliged to get naked first. Sure enough, Carol pulled her negligee up over her head, revealing her lovely young body: firm, handful-size tits with eye-catching pink nipples, a tight stomach, a nice bit of curve to her hips, and a neat triangular pubic patch that was just as blonde as her head.

“Sweet,” he said. Carol smiled.

Looking at Carol’s naked body was getting Lincoln harder, so he saw no reason to delay. He pushed his red victory undies down to his ankles and stepped out of them, revealing his endowment. Although his cock was not yet erect, it hung a good way down from his crotch, and its girth resembled that of a D battery.

“Oh, my,” murmured Whitney.

Looking Carol up and down, Lincoln took hold of his member and jacked it slowly. The game of strip poker had been all the foreplay he needed. Now, he was more than ready to collect his winnings, which was made evident to the others when his cock grew fully erect after just a few strokes. Teri looked at it and gasped.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Tad said, “Big Lincoln is in the house.”

Lincoln looked up from Carol’s body to her face. The girl was staring at his member, but she had her poker face on.

“Well, that looks like fun,” she said teasingly. Then she got on the bed and got on all fours, facing away from Lincoln.

“Wow, Carol,” Lincoln said, getting on the bed behind her. “You’ve got a great ass.”

“Thanks, Linky,” the teenager replied. “I bet you’ll like it even better with your cock buried in it.”

Having ten sisters who tended to be competitive with one another as well as with him, Lincoln knew bravado when he heard it. Carol was clearly a little nervous about taking his cock. Lincoln didn’t want her to be nervous; he knew from experience that anxiety could make a girl’s asshole tighten up. If he couldn’t get his cock into Carol’s ass, he’d be frustrated as anything, and she’d be humiliated in front of her friends. But he had an idea.

“Oh, definitely,” Lincoln replied. “Your little hole is even cuter than your cousin Mimi’s.”

Carol chuckled, and Lincoln heard relief in it. Mimi Pingrey was nine years old and one of Lincoln’s sister Lucy’s classmates at Royal Woods Elementary. Lincoln had fooled around with her once when the Louds hosted an overnight astronomy campout in their back yard for Lucy’s class. He hadn’t actually fucked Mimi in the ass, but he figured that if Carol thought he had, she would probably feel much more relaxed about taking Lincoln’s big dick in her rear entrance.

The other kids all stood around the bed, none of them wanting to miss a moment of what was about to happen. Lincoln pumped some rather high-end lube into his hand from a bottle on Carol’s nightstand and slicked his cock with it, then got up on his knees behind Carol and put the head against her little pink hole.

“Here we go,” the boy said, and pushed 

Her poise and self-control vanishing, Carol cried, “Ohgodohgodohgod!” as Lincoln’s thick cockhead dilated Carol’s asshole wider than anything ever before.

Lincoln sighed with pleasure as Carol’s hole opened wide enough for his cock to sink in. He took it slow, but he pushed the entire length of it into the blonde teenager’s asshole as her friends gawked.

“I can’t believe he got it all in her,” Roger breathed.

Perhaps not even realizing that she was speaking aloud, Whitney gasped, “God, I want it all in me.”

Lincoln paused for a moment, both to let Carol get used to his size and to enjoy both the heat of her bowels around his cock and the tight grip of her asshole around the base. Then, after several seconds, he started pumping her slowly, pulling his cock most of the way out on each stroke so that he could feel that tight hole grip the whole length of his member.

“Oh Jesus…oh fuck…” Carol gasped. 

The four teens who were standing and watching the action all shifted position a bit so that each of them could see Lincoln’s thick cock push in and out of Carol’s tautly stretched asshole. Lincoln, too, mainly kept his eyes on Carol’s ass and the wide-open hole he was fucking, but he could see the other kids in his peripheral vision. Teri and the boys looked mesmerized, while Whitney was breathing hard through her parted lips, her normally pale cheeks sporting a deep-red flush of lust.

With what looked like substantial effort, Whitney tore her eyes away from the fucking and looked at Tad and Roger.

“Boys,” she said, practically panting, “I need one of you to fuck me in the ass. Right now. I don’t care which one of you does it.”

Tad and Roger looked at each other, and each one raised a fist. They shook their fists three times and stopped abruptly, with Tad’s fist still closed and Roger’s hand open flat.

“Dammit,” Tad said. “I’ve gotta stop always picking rock.”

Whitney had already grabbed her purse; now, she pulled out a tube of lube and handed it to Roger. Her losses in the strip poker game had gotten her down to her black miniskirt and her red satin bra-and-panty set; now, she pushed the panties down from under the skirt and bent forward to grasp the wooden footboard of Carol’s bed, exposing her ass. Roger, whose cock was already hard, lubed it up, got behind Whitney, and pushed into her ass. Whitney let out a loud moan.

Lincoln was only half-aware of all this; most of his attention was on fucking Carol’s tight ass, which he was doing at an increasingly vigorous pace. Even though Lincoln couldn’t see the blonde girl’s face, it was obvious to him that Carol was over the initial discomfort, both because her moaning, gasping, and panting were clearly sounds of pleasure and not pain and because she had started to fuck her tight teenage ass back against his hips.

He picked up his pace further. Now, Carol’s slim ass jiggled slightly with each thrust of his hips, which turned Lincoln on even more. Soon, he was fucking Carol at full speed.

“OH GOD! LINCOLN!” Carol screamed. “I’M…FUUUUUUUCK!”

As Carol’s whole body seized with orgasm, her asshole gripped Lincoln’s cock so tightly that it took only one more thrust in before he came, too, crying out “AAAAAAH!” as he shot a large, hot load deep into Carol’s ass.

Teri and Tad, who scarcely moved as they watched this scene, now grabbed some after-sex wipes from Carol’s nightstand and held them out to Carol and Lincoln. Carol, having collapsed panting onto her bed, groaned as Lincoln slowly pulled out of her, leaving her asshole gaping. Lincoln took a handful of the wipes and cleaned himself off; Carol, in contrast, could barely move and needed help from Tad and Teri to clean up.

“So,” Lincoln said, reaching for his red undies, “whose deal is it?”

***

At 5 PM the next day, the Loud family was sitting around the dining room table—not to eat their father’s delicious Lynnsagna, which would be in the oven for another half-hour—but to talk, because the dining room was the only room in the house with enough seats for the whole family plus a couple of guests. Lisa had her laptop open at one end of the table so Lori, their blonde eldest sister, could join by video conference from her dorm room at Fairway University.

“These would be the ground rules,” Chad was saying. “Lincoln, you’d be having lots of sex, but only with your mom and sisters, because you’ll need all your juice to knock them all up. Which also means no shooting your load anywhere but up into those waiting wombs. So no fooling around with other girls until the show’s done.”

A bit overwhelmed, Lincoln replied, “Um, okay.”

“Ladies,” Margie said, looking around at Rita and the girls, “obviously, you can’t let anyone but Lincoln shoot in your pussies. That includes Mr. Loud. But you can have any other kind of sex you want. Of course, if you have sex with each other, it would be great if you did it in the house so the cameras can catch it.”

“But this would mean that every girl in the family would have to get pregnant by Lincoln,” Lori said through the screen. “Even Lily.”

As two-year-old Lily folded her arms and looked grumpily at Lori, the blonde eighteen-year-old looked at short, bespectacled, five-year-old Lisa and asked, “I mean, is that even a possibility?”

“For eleven million dollarsh,” Lisa replied, “I could make an English bulldog capable of bearing Lincoln’s offshpring.” Family dog Charles, who had been lying on the carpet in the doorway to the living room, quietly got up and tiptoed away.

“You realize,” Rita said to the kids, “there would be cameras all over the house, including all the bedrooms and bathrooms.”

“Yeah, all three bathrooms!” Lynn Junior said. “I’ll get knocked up by my own brother on live TV if it means I can stretch my quads and glutes in the morning instead of my bladder.”

“My point is,” Rita said, “we’d have no privacy at all.”

“Our house is so crowded,” black-haired Lucy muttered, “that wouldn’t be much of a lifestyle change.”

“My selfies,” Lori said from the laptop screen, “will get a ton more likes if people recognize me from TV! I’m in!”

“Me too!” said Leni, tapping the sunglasses she permanently wore flipped up on her blonde head. “I’m gonna make the sexiest outfits for all you guys to wear on TV. Oh, but they say the camera adds ten pounds, so we’ll have to have a camera in the room when I take everyone’s measurements.”

“This sounds awesome!” little blonde tomboy Lana exclaimed. “I can’t wait to see what kind of messed-up barnyard stuff I can do with Lincoln on TV.” She turned to her twin, whose blonde hair was perfectly styled beneath her ever-present tiara, and said, “How ‘bout you, Lola? You in?”

“Well,” Lola said, holding up a finger, “I’m not saying I don’t wanna be a TV star, but I’ve got conditions. If I have to have a baby-belly-” she turned to Lisa “ -you’d better give me some boobs to go with it. And I’m not talking grapes, here, I’m talking melons. And I want hips, too—nice curvy ones.”

“I can easily accommodate your requesht,” Lisa replied. “But the additional hormonal infusions it would require could have side effects, most notably emotional lability.”

“Can labia have emotions?” Leni gasped. Then she looked down at her lap and said, “I’m sorry, girls, I didn’t know! I hope I didn’t hurt your feelings when I said I wanted to vajazzle you. You’re beautiful just the way you are!”

“I meant,” Lisa sighed, “that the treatment could cause mood swings.”

Lincoln quirked a white eyebrow at that. He didn’t relish the idea of Lola becoming more emotionally volatile than she already was.

“Who cares?” Lola barked, seemingly oblivious to the concerned looks on some of her sisters’ faces. “No titties, no Lola!”

“Very well,” Lisa sighed. Then she looked around at the rest of her siblings. “Does anyone elsh have a patently unreasonable demand?”

“If our six-year-old sister is getting casabas,” said brunette teen Luna, “then I want some, too. I mean, I don’t need huge, but I need more than this.” She gestured at her flat chest beneath her purple, skull-emblazoned T-shirt. “Oh, and a nice booty to shake, ‘cause it’s all about that bass.”

“Oooh, I want a nice one too!” Luan chimed in, grinning through her braces. “I’m tired of being the ‘butt’ of every joke. Hahahahaha!”

“That will be shomewhat simpler,” Lisa said. “You both are in the adolescent stage of maturation, so the alterations to your circulating hormonal environment need not be as radical as Lola’s.”

“Well then, Louds,” Margie said, “are we doing this?”

“YEAH!” the girls and Lincoln shouted in unison.

“Well, there’s your answer,” Rita said to Margie and Chad.

“Perfect!” Chad exclaimed. “We’ll start prepping tomorrow.” He looked at Lincoln and added, “Better rest up, kid.”

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Stay tuned for Chapter 2: Starstruck