It was no doubt a perfect night around the neighborhood of Royal Woods. And it was even perfect for Lincoln Loud to get his good night's sleep without any interruption coming from their family's pets or his own sisters.
"Mmmmmm… you know how I love the way you seduce me with those Ace Savvy comics, Ronnie Anne…" He said, obviously mumbling in his sleep.
Unbecknowingly to Lincoln however, he was still too numb in his sleep to notice his door creaking all the way open and closing all the way shut in silence, only to reveal a mysterious figure standing right at its bedside.
But it wasn't just any mysterious figure.
That figure with her medium brown hair, red and white t-shirt and pair of red short-shorts was none other than her sister, Lynn Loud Jr., who at this point was sporting a very sly smirk on her face. One that was just more malicious than a competition-seeking athlete could ever get.
"That's right, sleep all you wish…" Lynn Jr. said to herself with a whisper before smirking, "Because I'm about to be your wakeup call."
She immediately wasted no time going up on top of the end of Lincoln's bedstand, looking to pounce on her prey out of nowhere. At this point, Lincoln suddenly showed no signs of movement. It looked to be the perfect time. The right time.
And that time was NOW.
With Lincoln taking his one last snooze, Lynn Jr dived off the bedstand and yelled "BANZAI!"
This was it. Lynn Jr. finally looked to pounce all over her brother yet again, making this the thousandth time she had nailed Lincoln in his sleep.
She looked to be close to the target when all of a sudden…
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…Lincoln Loud suddenly awoke and caught Lynn Jr. midair by her forearms, all while flipping her over on her back.
That wouldn't be it for Lincoln however as he then proceeded to pin Lynn Jr's forearms right to the bed, leaving her trapped with no way to escape for the sports-obsessed fanatic. Despite being trapped however on the bottom, she was needless to say impressed of the counter Lincoln immediately did on her.
"Well, you definitely one-upped me, huh?" Lynn Jr. smirked.
"You better believe I did," Lincoln winked back, standing tall against his tomboy sister for once. "All of those unexpected pop-ups you did to me and now I've finally turned the tables on you."
"You sure did," Lynn Jr. nodded before asking, "So, what's your next move, huh?"
"Oh, it's simple, Lynn," Lincoln narrowed his eyes as he continued with a whisper, "It's this."
And before she could even react, Lincoln leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against hers, catching Lynn Jr. off guard. Her eyes shot open wide with shock and she began to struggle under him, pushing against his chest with all her might.
But amidst the surprise and resistance, something strange started to happen. A faint sound escaped her throat, a sound that was definitely not a protest. It was a moan. It was quiet at first, but grew louder as Lincoln deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth. Lynn Jr. felt her body betraying her, reacting to the sudden intimacy in a way she had never felt before.
The struggle began to subside as the moan grew more pronounced, and before Lincoln knew it, Lynn Jr. had ceased her fight. Her body relaxed into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck and her legs entwining with his. It was as if she had given in to some primal instinct that she didn't even know she had.
The room was filled with the sound of their muffled breaths and the rustling of their clothes as they continued to kiss passionately. The air grew thick with tension, the heat between them palpable. They broke apart for a moment, both panting heavily, and stared into each other's eyes, a mix of confusion and desire reflected in their gazes.
"L-lincoln..." Lynn Jr. stuttered, a hint of a blush creeping onto her cheeks.
Ignoring the sudden shift in the atmosphere, Lincoln took the opportunity to lean in closer, his eyes dropping to her chest. With a swift and surprising move, he lifted up her shirt, revealing the red lacy bra that barely contained her 35DD breasts. She gasped, not expecting this kind of escalation from their usual sibling squabbles.
"I-is this...what you really want?" Lynn Jr. managed to ask, her voice trembling slightly.
"Well, if you're going to challenge me, you've got to be ready for the consequences," Lincoln murmured, his voice low and filled with newfound confidence. He gently began to trace the outline of her bra with his fingers, feeling the softness of her skin and the firmness of her breasts beneath the fabric.
Her eyes widened and she tried to push him away, but her body seemed to have other ideas. Her breathing grew shallower as Lincoln's thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples, eliciting a fragile moan that she couldn't hold back. It was a sound that made Lincoln's own heart race faster.
"S-stop," she whispered, though the protest was weak.
But Lincoln was too far gone, his own desires taking over. He reached around to unclasp her bra, the anticipation of seeing and touching her bare skin driving him forward. As the bra fell away, he took in the sight of her breasts, full and round, with rosy nipples that begged to be kissed.
"They're...beautiful," he breathed, his eyes darkening with need.
Lynn Jr. blushed furiously, her eyes darting around the room as if looking for an escape. But she didn't push him away again. Instead, she lay there, panting, as Lincoln leaned down and took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling gently.
Her moan was louder this time, and she couldn't help but arch her back, pushing herself closer to him. The sensation was overwhelming, a feeling she had never experienced before. Lincoln took this as a sign of approval and switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention.
Her hands found their way into his hair, gripping tightly as she let herself get lost in the moment. For the first time in his life, Lincoln felt powerful over his sister, and he reveled in it, continuing to tease and pleasure her until she was writhing beneath him.
"P-please, Lincoln," Lynn Jr. whimpered, her voice needy and desperate. "Do more."
Without a word, Lincoln trailed his hand down her torso, feeling the heat emanating from her body. His fingertips brushed the waistband of her gym shorts, and she lifted her hips slightly, silently begging for him to touch her where she needed it most. He didn't disappoint. With a swift motion, he slid his hand into her shorts, feeling the soft, wet fabric of her panties.
He could feel her heart racing, her pulse thrumming in her neck as he gently probed the fabric of her panties. Her breaths grew even more ragged as he found her clit, the pad of his thumb rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. Lynn's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned his name, the sound echoing through the room.
As he continued to tease her, Lincoln felt her growing wetter, her juices soaking through the fabric. He couldn't resist any longer. He slid his index and middle fingers under the elastic, feeling the slick warmth of her folds. She was so wet, so ready for him. He pushed his fingers inside her, filling her up, and Lynn's moan grew louder, her body tensing around him.
Her legs fell open wider, giving him full access as he began to move his hand in a rhythmic motion, his fingers curling and stroking her inner walls. Her hips met his hand, her breaths coming in gasps. "F-faster," she begged, and Lincoln obliged, his own arousal growing with every sound she made.
He watched her face, the way her eyes screwed shut and her mouth opened in silent cries of pleasure. The way her cheeks flushed and her body trembled as he brought her closer and closer to the edge. And when she finally came, it was with a gasp that turned into a scream, her body convulsing under his touch.
As her orgasm washed over her, Lincoln felt something inside him shift. The power dynamic between them had changed, and he knew that there was no going back. They had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. Yet, he didn't care. Lincoln still proved dominance over his sister, and he wanted to rein it all in for what it was worth.
Looking down at Lynn Jr. with a dirty little smirk, Lincoln murmured with desire, "You want to suck this long hard cock of mine off, huh?"
"I..." Lynn Sr. said, still running out of breath, "I need your cock so bad..."
Without wasting another second, Lincoln complied with her sudden and unexpected request. He pulled down his pajama pants, revealing his erect and impressive ten-inch cock that stood proudly between his legs. Lynn Sr.'s eyes grew wide with a mix of shock and amazement. She had never seen anything so big in her life, especially not from her own brother.
Her gaze was glued to it, and she couldn't help but feel a strange fascination and desire that she had never felt before. It was like she was seeing him in a new light, as more than just a sibling, but as a man. She took a deep breath and bent down on her knees, her hands trembling slightly as she reached out to touch him. Her fingertips grazed his shaft, and Lincoln moaned, the sensation of her skin on his sending waves of pleasure through his body. He watched as she wrapped her small hand around his length, her eyes never leaving his. Then, she leaned in and took the tip into her mouth, sucking gently.
The feeling was exquisite, and Lincoln's eyes rolled back in his head. Lynn Jr. took her time, her tongue swirling around his cockhead as she grew bolder. She began to take more of him in, her cheeks hollowing out as she deep-throated him. The sight was almost too much for him to handle, and he had to fight the urge to come right then and there.
He groaned, his hips bucking slightly as she sucked him off. Her hand moved in tandem with her mouth, her thumb rubbing his frenulum in a way that made his legs shake. The room was filled with the wet sounds of her mouth and his moans of pleasure.
Lynn Jr. was surprisingly good at this, her tongue moving expertly along his length, teasing his slit and the sensitive spot right under his head. Lincoln's grip on the bed sheets tightened as she took him deeper, her throat constricting around him.
The sensation was intense, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. "Lynn, you're gonna make me cum," he warned, his voice strained.
Lynn Jr. quickly let go of Lincoln's shaft and looked up to his brother saying, "No, please don't. I want to ride you. Please let me ride you…"
Her voice was filled with an urgency that Lincoln hadn't heard from her before, and he couldn't resist the temptation. He nodded, sitting up on the bed, his cock standing at full attention. Lynn Sr. eagerly straddled him, her wetness making it easy for her to sink down onto his length. She took a moment to adjust, her eyes fluttering closed as she felt him fill her up completely.
Once she was comfortable, she began to move her hips in a slow, rhythmic motion, her ass twerking gently as she rode him. Lincoln's eyes were glued to the sight of his sister's breasts bouncing with every movement she made. It was like watching a pornographic dance, and he was the star of the show. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer as he began to thrust up into her, meeting her movements with his own. Their combined efforts created a symphony of moans and gasps that filled the room. The mattress squeaked in protest under the weight of their passion, but neither of them cared. They were lost in the moment, in each other. Lincoln could feel his orgasm building, his cock pulsing with every thrust. Lynn Sr.'s walls tightened around him, her own climax approaching.
They moved together, perfectly in sync, as if they had been doing this for years. Lincoln's hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, as he watched her face contort with pleasure. She leaned back, her hands on his shoulders for balance, and he could see every inch of her as she took him deep inside her.
Her movements grew more erratic, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she neared her peak. Lincoln could feel the tension in her body, the way she was holding on, trying to make it last. Yet Lincoln somehow had unfinished business when it came to controlling his orgasm. He wanted so bad to cum inside his tomboy sister, but he wanted to wait until the moment was right.
He took hold of her hips, guiding her movements, increasing the pace. Lynn Jr. moaned louder, her body responding to his every touch. With a grin, Lincoln suddenly flipped her over, rolling her onto her back, and positioned himself above her. She looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded with desire, and spread her legs wide open, inviting him in. He didn't waste a moment, sliding his cock back into her welcoming warmth. The missionary position gave him full control, and he took it, his hands braced on either side of her head. He began to thrust in earnest, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had Lynn Jr. moaning and writhing beneath him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her ankles locking together, pulling him closer, urging him deeper.
Their eyes locked, and Lincoln could see the desire in her gaze, the need for him to claim her completely. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue claiming hers as surely as his cock claimed her pussy. Lynn Sr. whimpered into his mouth, her nails digging into his back as she felt the beginnings of another orgasm building. Their bodies moved together in a dance of passion, their skin slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. Lincoln's strokes grew more urgent, his cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust. Lynn Sr.'s moans grew louder, her body tightening around him as she approached climax.
But before she could do so however, Lincoln still had a plan right up his mischievous face.
"Nnnnnh… all right… get on your knees like a dog…" Lincoln whispered, speaking between moans.
Lynn Jr. still trapped in her velocity of moans whispered back, "Okay… fuck me like the dog I am…"
Lincoln's smirk grew wider at his sister's sudden submission. He had never seen her like this, so eager and willing. He took the challenge without missing a beat, flipping her over onto her hands and knees in a swift motion that showcased his surprising strength. The sight of her plump, round ass in the air was too tempting, and he couldn't resist giving it a firm smack, watching it jiggle with the impact.
The sound of the smack echoed in the room, and Lynn Jr. yelped, her eyes widening in shock. But she didn't protest. Instead, she pushed back into him, her body begging for more. Lincoln took this as a green light, his hand coming down again and again, each smack harder than the last. The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, punctuated by Lynn's increasingly desperate moans.
Her skin grew pink with the sting of his hand, and she began to pant, her hips moving back and forth in a silent plea for him to enter her again. Lincoln was more than happy to oblige. He lined up his cock with her soaking wet pussy and pushed in, filling her up in one smooth stroke. Lynn's head fell forward, and she let out a guttural moan, her body quivering with pleasure. He gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he began to thrust into her with a primal force that left her no room to escape. His movements were deep and powerful, each stroke hitting her in just the right spot to send waves of pleasure crashing through her body. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge with every thrust, her orgasm building like a storm ready to break.
Lynn's moans grew louder and more desperate as Lincoln's hand found its way to her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud with the same rhythm as his hips. She was so close, her muscles tightening around him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. And then, with one final smack on her ass and a deep, hard thrust, the two forbidden lovers had finally shattered.
"Oh, shit…" Lincoln shuddered, growling monstrously as he let out a very gasping moan, "Lynn, I'm… I'm gonna cum…!"
Lynn Jr. could feel the tension in his body as Lincoln's cock swelled even larger inside her. She didn't have the energy to fight anymore. She had lost to his advances, and she was going to enjoy her defeat.
"Do it, Lincoln. Cum in me, fill me up!" Lynn begged, her voice thick with need.
And with that, Lincoln did exactly as his sister had begged. He came inside her with a roar, his hot seed spurting deep into her pussy. Lynn Sr. couldn't help but scream out in ecstasy as she felt him flood her insides, her own orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave.
The two of them remained there, frozen in time, their bodies locked together as they rode out the last tremors of pleasure. Lincoln's cock was still buried deep within her, pulsing with every aftershock. Finally, they collapsed onto the bed, the two of them panting heavily. Lynn's face was buried in the pillow, her body limp with satisfaction. Lincoln pulled out, and a trail of cum followed, soaking the bedsheets beneath them. He rolled over to her side, and they shared one last passionate kiss before they pulled apart.
Her eyes searched his, a mix of emotions playing on her features. She felt a strange sense of vulnerability, but also a hint of triumph. She had never felt so alive, so desired. And she knew that Lincoln felt the same way.
They lay there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of their incestuous encounter. The room was quiet, except for the sound of their heavy breathing. Then, with a sigh, Lynn pushed herself up onto her elbows.
"I should go," she murmured, looking around the room.
"Yeah, you should," Lincoln agreed, his voice husky. "Before we get caught."
They shared a knowing smile, the gravity of what they had just done settling in. But they didn't dwell on it. Instead, they embraced one last time, holding each other tightly.
With a final kiss, Lynn rolled off the bed and began to dress herself, her movements slow and deliberate. Lincoln watched her, admiring her naked body, feeling a sense of pride that she had given herself to him.
Once she was dressed, she turned to him, her eyes shining with a newfound respect. "Thank you, Lincoln. That was... amazing."
"Anytime, Lynn," he said, his voice filled with a warmth he had never felt for his sister before.
With one last look, she slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind her. Lincoln lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. He couldn't believe what had just happened. But as he felt the stickiness of their combined release on his stomach, he knew it was all too real.
He rolled over, burying his face in the pillow she had used, breathing in her scent. It was a scent that was now forever etched in his memory. He knew that he would never be able to look at his sister the same way again. And with that, Lincoln drifted off to sleep, a content smile playing on his lips. He had finally bested Lynn Jr. in a way that was more satisfying than any prank or sibling rivalry could ever be.
The next morning, Lincoln woke up feeling like a new man. He stretched out in his cum-soaked bed, the events of the night before playing through his mind like a steamy romance novel. He couldn't wait to see Lynn and revel in their little secret, the power dynamic between them forever changed.
But as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, the reality of what they had done began to set in. He knew that this was something they couldn't repeat, something that had to stay in the dark corners of their minds. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. He had to act normal, had to pretend that nothing had changed. But deep down, he knew that everything had changed. And as he walked to the bathroom to clean up, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement for what the future might hold.
For now, however, he would bask in the victory of the night, the victory of conquering his tomboy sister for all it was worth.