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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      The_Loud_House_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Lynn_Loud/Lincoln_Loud
  Character:
      Lynn_Loud_Jr., Lincoln_Loud
  Additional Tags:
      Het, Incest, Sibling_Incest, Brother/Sister_Incest, Sex, Sibling_Love,
      Sibling_Bonding, Massage, Pain, Deep_Tissue_Massage, submissive_sex,
      Light_Dom/sub, internal_ejaculation, Orgasm, Simultaneous_Orgasm, Dry
      Humping, Stripping, Whining, Teasing, Flirting, Lemon, Vaginal_Sex,
      Underage_Sex, Consensual_Sex, Consensual_Underage_Sex, Nudity, Oneshot
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-11-30 Words: 4355
****** Deep Tissue Massage ******
by AberrantScript
Summary
     After baseball practice, Lynn is in desperate need of a massage. So,
     she enlists the help of her brother, Lincoln. But, when Lynn begins
     moaning and Lincoln tries to feel her up, both siblings are left
     wondering how to think and feel about their situation. Fortunately
     for both, Lynn's determination will bring them much closer than
     either had imagined possible.
Author's Notes:
I'm back, and this time I've brought yet another shameless story involving
Lincoln and one of his sisters. Credit for this idea mostly goes to Dread55,
whom prompted me to write about Lynn receiving a massage from her brother after
a game, and confused feelings ensue. However, rather than simply tease the
reader as I'm fond of doing, I decided to keep going...
Hence the name.
Enjoy!
Disclaimer: The Loud HouseCopyright Nickelodeon (2017)
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DEEP TISSUE MASSAGE
The front door opened and shut. The living room was empty as the lone girl
trudged her weary body onto the carpet. Her shoulders sagged against her body,
her neck drooping, her arms hung limply along her sides. She let out a huge
yawn, tiredly scratching her hip with one hand as her other rubbed her nose.
Her eyes were fatigued and squinty as she stared up the stairs. Her eyebrows
furrowed in frustration; knowing just how far she'd have to go to get relief
for her aching body.
Today was a great day, she thought as she put her feet on the first step.
Baseball practice had went well and she was immensely pleased with her
improving batting average. Not that Lynn wasn't good enough already; but her
drive and determination prevented her from settling into complacency.
Once she put her mind to task, she worked until it was perfected to a fine art.
That was a guiding principle in her life.
And right then, she wanted to perfect the art of relaxation as her brother
worked the kinks out of her strained muscles and turned her overworked mind
into mush.
As she finally reached the top landing, she leaned against the wall, letting
out a weak huff. Taking a few deep breaths, she recollected herself and started
to walk slowly toward her brother's closed door.
One step after the other, her shoes occasionally sliding across the floor
rather than lifting up as her mind willed. Gosh, she hated feeling so weak, so
pathetic… so vulnerable. She felt disgusting in this state.
Which is why she was going to burst into Lincoln's room, plop on his bed, and
force him to massage her tense body until she was restored to her spritely
self!
Finally, she reached the last obstacle to her healing; his bedroom door.
Without knocking or asking for permission, she casually kicked it open even as
her arms began to pull her shirt up over her head, getting caught on her hair.
Lincoln looked up from his spot on his bed when he heard a growl, and the sight
he beheld confused him.
Lynn's jersey shirt was bunched around her face, which kept growling as she
writhed against the material. Her elbows jutted out, jerking erratically to
pull the offending garment off her head. The bottom of her bra kept peeking out
at him with each movement. And her stomach…
Gosh, her stomach muscles were rippling with her activity, their toned
definition contracting and relaxing with each force of movement the athlete
did.
Her shorts had started slipping as well, Lincoln noted with entranced eyes,
letting the plain waistband of white cotton panties out to say hello to the
blushing boy. His eyes followed her strong twitching muscles through her tight
shorts, along her bare thighs, and all the way down to her socks.
But he was startled back into the real world when he heard her thump against
his dresser, letting out an angry yelp. He scampered over and reached out for
her. As his hands touched her shirt, he felt his sister go utterly still. He
became aware of her heaving breaths, the sheen of sweat left on her body after
an intense practice, and the amazing look he got down her stomach.
He gulped as he bunched the material in his hands and pulled upwards. He
stopped occasionally to help her sort out her tangled arms, but soon her
ponytail popped out of her shirt and downward the clothing fluttered to the
floor.
Blushing a brilliant shade of pink, and sporting an awkward grin, Lincoln tried
to maintain eye-contact with his older sister. Tried… but failed.
Could you blame him? Just on the cusp of puberty and there his sister stood in
front of him, her bra-clad breasts leaning toward him. A simple sports bra,
rather than something erotic, but his eyes weren't complaining. Her tight
shorts revealed a hint of a panty line along each leg, v-ing downward.
He was no fool. Though he had no practical sex education, he had changed his
younger sisters' diapers when they'd required it. So, he had some basic idea of
what a girl looked like down there. But now he found himself wondering… how
that looked on a maturing woman… on Lynn. How would her womanhood feel… smell…
taste?
Did she ever think of his manhood in such a way?
He blushed even harder thinking of her in such a way; her staying up at night
thinking about his part, her trying to catch him leaving the tub, her sneaking
into his room as he slept and slowly, agonizingly slowly peeling the fabric
away from his legs until nothing was left to bar her exploration of his most
sacred place.
Lynn looked at her brother, noticing him shiver and blush even harder. What was
wrong with him? Was he getting sick? She shrugged her shoulders, causing her
breasts to bounce a little, and that's when she finally saw it… his eyes
followed the movement, and his eyes were changing; getting darker.
She looked at him in concern. Seriously, why was he acting so weird?
"Linc?"
Her eyes widened when she saw him jump and shake his head, like he was clearing
his mind of whatever he was thinking. Then, she saw him plaster on a big, fake
smile and scratch the back of his neck. Her eyes narrowed.
"U-uh, Lynn! W-what did you need?"
Yep, he's definitely acting weird. But, why? She huffed and threw her arms into
the air, causing her chest to jiggle a little. "My everything is killing me.
So, I need a massage."
She saw him gulp, and shift his legs… like he was adjusting his weight
distribution or whatever. Why is he acting so weird!?
He shifted on his feet, sneakily moving his hands to grip them together in his
front. "O-oh, right now?"
Her eyes followed his hands and they noticed… His pants look different. Are
they too tight? She crossed her arms under her sports bra, and she definitely
saw how his eyes darted to her chest for a split second before looking away;
him biting his lower lip. She looked down at herself, too, wondering if
something was on her. Was her bra dirty? Or… She gave herself pause as her eyes
widened in thought. O-or what if he's curious…?
That didn't help because she knew she wasn't the best specimen in the
household. But she didn't see Linc ogling Lori, did she? No, she turned her
eyes back on him, catching him swiftly try to hide the fact that he'd been
admiring her bare legs, his face blushing and his legs shifting again.
Then, her eyes widened that much more in realization. H-he's… f-fidgeting
because of m-me? She turned her eyes down to the floor, getting lost in thought
for a bit.
Was it only curiosity that was making Lincoln catch glimpses at her figure? O-
or was it more? Well, she supposed she could just ask him why he was acting so
strange…
She let out a sudden, tired yawn. Or I could just get my massage and get out.
Without further ado, she plopped onto his sheets, laying on her stomach, her
head resting upon her cross arms. She looked at her brother from over her
shoulder and wiggled her hips a little. "Well?"
He blushed harder, pulling at the collar around his neck as he timidly
approached her. Like a little canary to a hungry cat.
Lynn smirked. Oh, I can have fun with this!
He slowly inched his way over, and sat down gingerly beside his sister. He
reached a trembling hand out to touch her back. The shock of temperature ran
through both of them. How warm and lively her muscles felt beneath his cold,
shaking hand. Taking a breath, he put his other hand on her. His fingers
splayed against her exposed back, taking in her warmth. He let out a contented
sigh as he began to move his palms against her, rubbing, and pressing, and
kneading her sore muscles back to life.
Lynn moaned greedily, a silly grin spread across her glowing cheeks as each
knot was worked out of her. "Ahh~" She couldn't see her brother's blush or feel
the tension in his body as he was struggling to control his body's reactions,
but she was too engrossed in her session to have cared either way. "Oh, Linc!"
Was it possible for a girl to get an orgasm from her brother's fingers dancing
across her back? Lynn didn't know, but she would love to find out!
Lincoln, feeling a smidge more confident, gradually let his skilled hands move
north, massaging her spine and sides up to her bra. It was really getting in
the way of a proper therapeutic session, but he was too scared to mention it…
not to mention how hot it would be to see her whole back bared for his eyes to
see.
But Lynn must have been reading his mind because before he knew what was going
on, her hands had gripped its sides and were dragging it slowly across her
body, pulling it over her arms, and dumping it onto the floor.
His eyes bugged out as he caught a fleeting glimpse of the side of one of her
breasts, his face burning in embarrassment and arousal. Oh, gosh, he wished he
could have just died then… and at least he would have died happy. Very happy…!
"Uh, Lynn?"
She had returned back to her previous state, but sans bra, and plopped her head
onto her hands and letting out a breathy moan at the freedom her chest was
enjoying. "Y-yeah? …Mmm~"
Lincoln shook his head; the action not clearing up his lust at all. He sighed.
"Nothing." Taking her cue, he began kneading the wide expanse once covered up,
protected from his gaze. And though he hated himself for it, he couldn't resist
staring at every inch of revealed skin. He couldn't help that his fingers kept
slipping down her sides, getting closer and closer to the soft curve of her
chest pressed against the bed. He couldn't stop himself from memorizing the
number of freckles that dotted along her back, along her sides, on her neck…
His mouth slightly watered as he imagined himself leaning over her and licking
the skin of her neck, wondering what noises she would make as he began nipping
her and lightly dragged his fingernails down her back.
Oh, gosh, he couldn't believe how aroused his sister could make him. And she
hadn't even done anything!
However, his fantasy was cut short as his sister suddenly growled.
She had been enjoying it greatly. But each happy sigh her brother made, every
accidental slip of his fingers exactly where her breasts grew out from her
sides, reminded her of her earlier thoughts, and she couldn't help but scheme.
Never one to leave something go undecided, she opted to force her brother into
a more interactive approach.
"Lincoln, this isn't working out."
He gulped, his hands stilling. "W-what's wrong, Lynn?" Does she know? Did I say
something!? Please tell me I didn't talk out loud!"
"Your angle is bothering me."
He looked at the back of her ponytail, confused, his head tilting to the side.
"My… angle?"
She turned her head to face him finally, partially exposing one breast for him
to blush at, a pink nipple peeking out. "Mhmm, you need to get up here
properly, Linc."
He gulped, his eyes entranced by the alluring call of her exposed body. "I-I…
what now?"
She sighed, leaning up on her elbows to better face him, her breasts swinging
freely in the air. Dear Lord, she saw it then; how her brother's eyes followed
their movement like he'd been waiting for his whole life to see it. She gulped
herself when she saw that glow in his eyes, that dark pool of color, swirling
and deepening. If she wasn't careful she'd get lost in them, and who knows what
they would end up doing together if that happened.
"I need you to mount me, Lincoln."
Her blush rivaled Lincoln's. Had she really blurted out that thought?
Fortunately for her, it could easily be passed off in the appropriate context.
And, to think, she wasn't entirely sure which context she wanted him to follow
at that moment.
"What!?"
She sighed. Maybe I misinterpreted everything? "Just sit on my legs so you can
better reach me. I don't like you hovering from the side, ok!?" And with that
she fell back against the bed, feeling an icy pang in her stomach. I almost
took advantage of my little brother. What kind of sister am I?"
Lincoln stared at her pouting form, dumbfounded. He knew she only meant for him
to sit on her for her massage… with absolutely no sexual implications
whatsoever. After all, she wasn't the sex-crazed sleaze ball like he was. But
he couldn't help but feel a sharp pang in his chest, feeling his hopes get
dashed… wishing that she had wanted him to mount her… to take advantage of her
when she was vulnerable and weak, entirely under his control.
He shyly threw one leg over her hips, settling himself along her toned rear,
and leaned against her to rub her neck muscles. Her unadulterated moans began
again and he felt himself hardening against the confines of his pants. He
gulped, knowing that if he wasn't careful, he might poke her.
The pressure against her lower body, the delicious weight keeping her locked
into place, the devilish fingers giving her a tingling sensation all coalesced
into the pooling desire at her core. Her moans were getting louder and longer,
her thighs were rubbing and rolling, and unconsciously she had begun to bump
against her brother.
"Ahh!"
Lincoln froze as Lynn's scream continued in silence. He stared in awe at his
writhing sister beneath him; how her hips and thighs were near-spasms in their
erratic movements. He grit his teeth as her rounded backside kept grinding
against his erection, nearly driving him over the edge of insanity.
Before he knew it, she went limp beneath him, panting for air.
Lincoln sucked in a gulp of air, trying to keep himself from forcibly grinding
against his sister. He stared in disbelief as she sat there, turned her head to
him with a goofy smile, and started humming merrily.
"Wow," she purred to him, "That was amazing!"
Lincoln grimaced, knowing he would have loved her to continue whatever she was
doing for a few more moments. "Y-yeah…"
Lynn's smile fell from her face when she noticed his displeasure. Then, she saw
the problemin his pants. And her mind began racing in thoughts. Should she
investigatehis problem further? Should she leave him alone so he can fix it
himself?
She shivered as the thought of her brother, his hands stroking across his
tender flesh, popped into her mind. I wonder how he does it?
But she had made it this far, so what not go a tad farther?
Lincoln's fingers were trembling against his sister's body as he battled in his
mind over what to do. He so badly wanted to keep going! But there was nothing
to continue. It was a massage… a very good massage, apparently. But nothing
more.
He sighed in agony as he felt his member twitching against his underwear. He
squinted his eyes to try and will it away, but that effort halted immediately
when he felt her backside grind against him…
Lynn whimpered when she felt him poke her. She turned her head to face her
brother, lifting herself up and grinning when his eyes darted to her exposed
breasts again. She smirked as she eyed him like the delicious mouse he was.
Lincoln gulped when he saw Lynn's tongue wet her lips, staring at him with
darkened eyes like a mischievous fox. When she spoke to him, her naturally
husky voice sharpened by an unmistakable lust, his spine tingled.
"Linc, I think I want you to massage something else now."
He found himself nodding blindly as she patted her own rear.
"Could you get rid of these-" She tugged on her shorts. "-for me? I don't want
anything in between us when we continue."
Lincoln scooted back, causing his sister to groan pleasurably. Could it be that
she was enjoying this sexually? It certainly was looking like it!
He tentatively gripped her shorts and slowly dragged them over her hips, but he
stopped when she gripped his hand with one of hers.
"You're forgetting something, Linc~"
He gulped as he looked at her underwear, stretched taut over her. His nerves
jittery in excitement and a touch of fear, he gripped her panties and pulled
them slowly down over her hips to meet her shorts. He found himself eyeing her
crotch as, inch by inch, her remaining clothes slithered down her thighs.
He felt himself pulse painfully when he finally saw her womanhood. Her
moistened flower was opened just a little and he knew then that she was feeling
the same emotions as him. The same lust as him.
He gulped as he sat up on his knees and continued to pull the garments until
they slid over her toes and fell onto the floor. Before he could sit down on
his completely naked sister, and hopefully grind into the bare flesh like he so
desired, he felt a hand grip his belt.
He turned wide eyes onto his lusty, blushing sister.
"Why don't you get rid of these, too, Linc?"
She smirked when he nodded and gripped his belt in his hands, undoing it
clumsily. She laid her head back down on her arms and relished in the feeling
of her brother above her, exposed for his eyes, and his eyes alone.
Soon, Lincoln's pants were gone, and so was his shirt, and he sat down on her;
almost immediately he poked her rounded rear through his underwear. He felt a
shiver run through his sister as she once again turned to look at him; this
time with her bottom lip between her teeth.
"Uh, Linc?"
He was lost in her eyes… how suddenly vulnerable she looked beneath him, her
hair frizzing out and her eyebrows scrunched.
"I think you forgot something."
He tilted his head, looking down her body again, stopping only when he saw his
hardened member trying to rip his briefs apart in its attempt to get to Lynn.
His heart stopped when she rolled her backside against him, moaning as she
moved slowly against his tip.
"I want you to get rid of everything…"
She twisted her hips against him, crying out as he poked her crotch again.
"I need you to massage me, really good, Lincoln, and that can only be done with
something long and hard and ahh~!"
Lincoln didn't know what to do as she began to pick up speed in her movements.
But time seemed to freeze when her hand gripped his underwear and tried to tug
it down.
"Don't you want to make me feel good, little brother?"
That devious hand had pulled them down enough so that his member sprung free,
bumping into her hand. The lust swirled in her darkened eyes as his manhood
throbbed beside her hand.
"My body is so tense, Linc! Nng~ Can you help me… please!?"
His body on fire, his heart pumping hard and fast, he slipped his underwear the
rest of the way off and settled firmly against her body. Both siblings cried
out when his member immediately fell into her crotch, sliding deliciously
against her most intimate place.
"Oh, gosh, this is what I want…"
She slid a hand down her body, dipping it into her womanhood to wet it before
touching his erection. She pushed his tip against her cleft, and rolled her
hips, crying in ecstasy.
His member slowly rolled against her, her womanhood pressing hotly against the
top as her wet fingers pressed against the underside. Lincoln let out a mixed
groan-growl as he bucked against her, his tip slightly entering her as it slid
against her opening from bottom to top.
Lynn was moaning loudly with each buck of their hips, molding together and
separating again. She could feel his hot hands on her shoulders, firmly
pressing her against the bed. Her breaths were coming out in short gasps as
Lincoln's strong body kept forcing her down against the mattress with each
thrust.
"Lincoln, I-I… ahh!... Oh~ …I want to… to give you something…"
Lincoln stopped his thrusts to situate himself better, laying his legs on the
outside of hers so he could lay across her back and grip her other hand in his.
He pressed a kiss against Lynn's cheek.
"What is it, Lynn?" He kissed her again, inching closer to her lips.
She turned her head slightly and pressed her own lips against his in a quick,
chaste kiss. "Me."
He looked so unsure, so vulnerable… even though he was clearly the one in
power. She shivered, the tingle racing all the way down to her toes. She could
feel his manhood pulsing against the lips of her flower, she could feel his
sack resting against her legs. The weight and warmth of his body pressing her
down nearly suffocated her with lust, exciting her to happy jitters of
pleasure.
"What?" the poor boy croaked out.
She smiled gently to him. "I'm giving you my virginity, Lincoln." She pressed
another kiss to his lips, just as quick as before, though a little stronger.
"My body, my life is yours." She slid her tongue against his lips in another
kiss. "I want to marry our hearts together, to unite our bodies into one…"
While looking dreamily into his eyes, she gripped his erection and moved him so
his tip was pressing into her. "Make me yours, forever."
Lincoln kissed her, then, letting her tongue into his mouth to dance with his
own. "I give you myself, too, Lynn." He pushed slowly into her, his burning
eyes gazing at her as her face contorted in indescribable pleasure. "I'm yours,
forever."
Lincoln pressed down against her, inching slowly into her body, and gripped
both her hands in his. He peppered kisses against her neck as she whimpered
under him, her hips frozen under his slow invasion.
Her trembling walls were gripping him, pulling him further in, and claiming his
body for herself. His hardened member was sliding slowly in, the gentle pulses
rippling against her insides. Lynn could feel every part of him as he entered
her. How her womanhood spread and contracted tightly against him, molding
around him for a snug fit. And when he slowly slid back out, she could feel
herself closing back around him, trying to trap him inside her. She could feel
the crown of his tip pulling her lips with it as he almost left her completely,
but she pushed back against him, crying out as he slipped further in than
before.
Lincoln intertwined their fingers as he nipped at the crook of her neck,
continuing with his lazy thrusts into her body.
It was nothing dramatic, but the intensity was remarkable for them. How they
slowly pulled apart and pressed back together, meshing their bodies together
each time. How Lynn's whimpers were broken by gasps each time her brother's
hips drove her into the mattress. How Lincoln's groans sent shivers down her
back.
They could feel the end approaching, as their bodies kept rocking against each
other. His smooth chest was grinding against her back, his lips had stopped
kissing her to let out pants and moans.
Lynn felt like she couldn't get enough of him; wanting more, needing more! She
broke their rhythm to press urgently against him, bucking wildly against him.
The motion elicited a gasp from her brother.
"L-Lincoln, are you close?"
He pressed down against her, twisting his hips against her. "Y-yeah. You?"
She turned around to kiss him. "M-me, too."
He returned her kiss, clenching her fingers in his as he started rolling his
hips faster, harder into her.
In the midst of their gasps, she felt him fall into her and still his hips. His
erection grew and pulsed, and she found her heart beating quickly, excited to
finally be one with her love.
Her walls sealed around him as he spasmed inside her. His whole body quivered
above her as he cried out, and she could feel him spill inside her.
She moaned unashamedly as she rolled her hips against him, trying to help him
ride out their first orgasm together. She could feel a warmth pooling deep
inside her and she gasped at the knowledge that she was his. And he was hers.
He could feel her walls convulsing around him, squeezing him even as he felt
himself begin to soften.
Lynn gasped loudly when he tried to pull out. "N-no! Just… s-stay here…" She
whimpered when he sunk back into her and kissed her neck. "I like this
feeling."
Lincoln chuckled happily, nipping her neck and delighting in her surprised
moan. "I like this, too."
They could both feel the slick wetness on their groins. The combined scents of
their bodies filled their lungs like an aphrodisiac, and neither wanted to move
as they cuddled against each other.
"I love you, Linc." She yawned tiredly, closing her eyes as she settled
underneath the comforting warmth of her brother.
Lincoln felt himself beginning to nod off as he placed a chaste kiss to the
back of her neck. "I love you, too, Lynn."
 
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