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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      The_Loud_House_(Cartoon)
  Relationship:
      Lincoln_Loud/Lori_Loud, Lincoln_Loud/Leni_Loud, Lincoln_Loud/Luna_Loud,
      Lincoln_Loud/Luan_Loud, Lincoln_Loud/Lynn_Loud
  Character:
      Lincoln_Loud, Lynn_Loud_Jr., Luan_Loud, Luna_Loud, Leni_Loud, Lori_Loud
  Additional Tags:
      Polyamory, Blindfolds, Seduction, Sex, humping, Orgasm, External
      Ejaculation, Incest, Brother/Sister_Incest, Consensual_Sex, Consensual
      Underage_Sex, Underage_Sex, Teasing, Flirting, Fondling, Groping,
      Licking, Breasts, Hand_Jobs, Sex_Games, Threesome_-_F/F/M, Harems,
      Oneshot, Lemon, Smut, Fluff_and_Smut, Sibling_Bonding, Sibling_Incest,
      Sibling_Love, Guess_who, Trapped_on_a_Bed
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      Published: 2017-11-30 Words: 7231
****** To Know His Sisters ******
by AberrantScript
Summary
     When his five oldest sisters wonder if Lincoln would recognize them
     intimately, they decide there's only one way to settle the matter. He
     must be tested by donning a blindfold and feeling up his sisters'
     chests. After all, actions speak louder than words.
Author's Notes:
This story is posted with little-to-no shame. Literally, the thought occured
one day... "Which sister does Lincoln know best?" Obviously, each writer in
this fandom would have their own opinion, but I really wanted to know how the
sisters would handle this question. So, one oldest sisters' meeting later, they
have formulated a plan to test their brother's knowledge of them by requiring
him to... touch their chests while blindfolded.
Yes, you read that correctly!
Enjoy~!
Disclaimer: The Loud HouseCopyright Nickelodeon (2017)
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TO KNOW HIS SISTERS
Lincoln was minding his own business one sunny afternoon, completely unaware
that his five older sisters were hatching a scheme to lure him into their trap,
like a fly to a spider's web.
And much like a tarantula, they refused to wait for their prey to fall into
their web.
No… they sniffed him out like bloodhounds.
Oh, if only the poor Lincoln had any idea what his sisters had in store for
him.
But, alas, he was clueless when his sister, Leni, called out to him.
"Lincy! Could you come to my and Lori's room a minute?"
Sighing in frustration like a good brother would do, he got up and readied
himself to face the onslaught of his sisters' combined insanity…
Only to be confused when he opened his door to a deserted hallway. Every door
was closed, except for Lori and Leni's; where light spilled into the hallway,
followed by hushed voices.
Mildly concerned, but definitely intrigued, Lincoln crept forward on high
alert, ready to flee what was surely a sister-trap at a moment's notice.
He stopped at the stairs and hurriedly began sidling against the wall, his
breath coming out in controlled, silent puffs.
"Knock it off, Lincoln. You're not as silent as you think you are," said Lori,
the irritating taunt and blast to his ego making Lincoln squint his eyes and
frown.
Dropping from the wall, he walked to the doorway.
He was met with the stares of his five oldest sisters. They just kept staring,
even as he folded his arms and tapped his foot. "Well?"
Leni smiled at him. "Lincy~!" She batted her eyelashes at him. "We, like, totes
need your help with something!"
He sighed exaggeratedly, but resigned himself to helping his sisters. He prided
himself in being the world's best brother. So, with a smile, he dropped his
annoyed stance and leaned against the doorway in a relaxed manner.
Luna, taking his body language as an approval, jumped up from her seat on
Lori's bed. "So, what we want to know is which one of us you know best."
Lincoln raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"
Luan piped up from her seat on Leni's bed. "Yup! But we're not gonna take your
word for it. We want you to prove it to us."
Lori, shocking Lincoln a little, put her phone in her dresser and stood up
beside Luna, crossing her arms as she tilted onto one hip. "We've carefully
devised a set of tests to determine which one of us you actually know the
best."
Lincoln's mouth dropped. "Ok, girls, I'd ask why this is suddenly so important
to you but I'm not sure I want to know why…"
Leni smiled bigger. "Because we each love you, Lincypoo!"
The innocent boy didn't know what was more concerning… how excited Luan and
Luna were eyeing him, how Lynn suddenly began blushing madly and turned to hide
her burning cheeks from him, how Lori's eyes suddenly shot wide open and her
own cheeks tinted pink, or how Leni was gazing at him all dreamy like and
sighed long and deep…
If he didn't know any better, he'd say his sisters were acting like they were
in love. But… nah! They're not that insane!
Chuckling a little at his joke, he looked at each of them. "So, what are these
tests?"
Lynn popped up right in front of him. "Before we get into any of that, we need
you to wear this blindfold." She lifted up a plain black cotton fabric.
He eyed it cautiously, getting nervous, but paused when he felt a hand on his
shoulder and a comforting warmth press against his back.
Luna leaned around his body to face him, her smile comforting his nerves. "You
know you can trust us, right, Linc?"
He found himself wordlessly nodding and trying to grip the blindfold.
"W-wait," stuttered Lynn. "Let me get that for you."
He closed his eyes, feeling her fingers push the fabric into place, and brush
against his hair as they it was tied into place. She mussed his hair up a bit
before moving away from him; much to his irritation. He lightly growled.
She smirked even though he couldn't see and hopped back over to where she was
standing before, feeling light and giddy all of a sudden. Lincoln also noticed
Luna's warmth had left.
Lincoln, then, stood in the middle of his five oldest sisters. His eyesight
lost, his other senses had increased. He could hear them moving about and
whispering. Clothing was rustling, or maybe a blanket? What was more curious
was a strange smell he was noticing… Like, it wasn't unpleasant exactly… but
it'd be pretty nice to know what in the earth it was!
Was it a feminine product they were gonna make him wear!?
Oh, Lord, he hoped not!
His spine shivered, his limbs tingling in disgust and fright.
Then, he almost jumped in shock when he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders.
"Hey, Lincy~" came the smooth, comforting voice of Leni. "You look cold. Why
don't I warm you up?"
The feeling of her soft hands kneading his tense muscles like a lump of dough
was heaven on earth. He sagged slightly and let out a sigh; the feelings
heightened that much more since his sight was stripped from him.
He felt her hair slide against his neck. Her breath puffed against his earlobe,
as she whispered, the pressure of her exhaled voice tickling him, "Does that
feel good?"
He found himself nodding as her palms gradually slid over his shoulders and
gripped his upper arms. Then, he let out another sigh as she felt his biceps,
applying a gentle pressure to the pliable tissue.
"Oh, Linc. You're gonna be a strong man for your sisters one day."
And there was that smell again. That curious fragrance that put him on edge,
though Leni's abrupt massage was quickly mushing his brain. He was putty in the
hands of a master, and, gosh, was he loving every second of it.
"Ahh…" He couldn't contain his happy moan.
But what would he think if he'd seen his other sisters? How excited and jealous
they looked. How they blushed at his moan, and rubbed their legs together as
quietly as possible… trying to compromise between ravishing their own bodies
and not freaking their little brother out.
He felt a puff of air at his neck, followed by the gentle press of silky lips
against his jawline, just by his ear. Those same satiny cushions slid along his
skin until they rested on his ear, the whole feeling sending another shiver up
his spine… but one of delight and excitement.
"Do you feel warmer now, Lincy?"
He nodded. Oh, gosh, did he feel warmer… especially in certain places… oh,
gosh, he hoped his sisters hadn't noticed how much he was enjoying that… but he
was too far under Leni's spell to really care if they gawked at his groin or
not.
He didn't lie when he said he trusted his sisters. He meant that explicitly.
He did, however, hear a faint gulp, and what little rational part of his
mushed-up brain was left told him he should hide his growing problem because
these were his sisters! But his arms were incapacitated; only able to tingle
and shiver in ecstasy as Leni's delicate fingers kept pressing into them,
delivering sweet pleasure they'd never experienced before.
But, then, it suddenly stopped. Her lips left his ear. Her body drifted away
from his back. And her precious fingers fluttered away from him, leaving him
cold, disappointed, and longing.Oh, gosh, was he longing… and though he was
still naïve to certain topics, his raging hormones and racing heart whispered
in his ear about things…
Sexy, erotic, nerve-tingling, mind-numbing things of sweet, unadulterated
ecstasy…
About his sisters…
He jerked his head with a frown. He couldn't do that to them! He couldn't… pine
after them… hope they'd see the evidence of his arousal… that Lynn would slide
up to him and grind herself against him, and ask, "Oh, Lincoln, is that a
hockey stick in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?" And he'd grin
cockily at her and say, "Why don't you find out-"
"Uh, Linc?" asked Luan, abruptly stopping his daydream.
And Lincoln shivered again; this time in shame and disgust. "Y-yeah, Luan?"
A hand touched his forearm timidly, lightly stroking him. "You ok? Cause you
zoned out on us?"
He nodded his head. "Y-yeah." And prayed that his face wasn't as red as it
felt. That his problem wasn't as painfully hard as it felt. And that smell was
there again… only now he began sweating, wondering if it was coming from him!
What if his guilty thoughts caused him to let out a musky aroma? And when his
sisters breathed it in, they'd fall into heat, and pounce him until their
sudden estrus cycle was satiated… until their sudden mating frenzy was
fulfilled and then each would go on, as their stomachs slowly grew, and-
Actually, that would be amazing…!He shook his head again. NO! Bad Lincoln!
"So, Lincoln," started Lori, drawing his attention to the blackened void of his
oldest sisters' room, "Are you ready for our first test?"
A picture of a naked Lori, standing above him as he was strapped to her bed
spread-eagled, ready to whip him with her riding crop suddenly popped into his
mind against his will.
He gulped and croaked out a feeble, "Uh huh."
"Ok, so, you're literally the only brother us sisters have. You're the only one
different. Your opinion of us, of our bodies means a lot to us… whether you
realize it or not…"
He nodded for her to continue.
"So, for our first test, we want you to feel the shapeof our bodies and see if
you can figure out the identity of the sister you are touching."
He gulped, his mouth dry. "U-um… what will I be t-touching?"
Out of nowhere, Leni squeezed him tightly to her chest from behind. Her nose
pressed against his hair, taking a dreamy whiff of his clean smell. "You're
going to show us that you know each of us intimately by feeling our chests.
Doesn't that sound fun, Lincy?" She rubbed her bosom against his back slightly.
He coughed trying to gag down a dry swallow. "B-but isn't that weird…!" he
started out timidly.
Leni kissed the back of his neck. "Not for us, Lincy. People in love touch each
other all the time."
Lincoln whimpered under the return of his sister's sweet kisses. Then, he felt
another pair of lips begin tracing his jawline from his chin. For just a second
he felt something scrape his skin when those sweet lips parted for a dazzling
smile that he so wished he could see.
"This doesn't feel weird at all, does it, Linc?" said Luan as she continued to
kiss up to his temple before timidly touching his bare skin with her tongue.
Her core quivered sharply when he moaned for her. She saw Leni, from the other
side of their brother, smiling warmly at her. Luan grinned widely before moving
away for her roommate to have a turn.
Lincoln mourned the loss for only a few seconds; then, he felt rough fingers
slip under his shirt, the callouses grating pleasantly against his pale
stomach. He couldn't stop his body from twitching and panting under the
combined ministrations of his two sisters.
To his shame, his bulging pants kept pulsing and he just knew that all five of
his beautiful seductresses were eyeing his covered manhood. But he was too
weak-willed, too aroused to stop them.
No, he wouldn't stop them. He'd let them do whatever they wanted to him.
Luna's raspy voice spoke softly to him; he could feel her nose bump into his as
her hands glided teasingly along his ribcage. "It's not weird for sisters to
love their brother… to want to show him how much they love him…"
He felt a kiss on his cheek and he found himself nearly weeping because she
missed his mouth by a mere inch. Then, those talented hands began caressing his
chest, her palms rubbing circles onto his nipples as her fingers softly played
with the smooth expanse of his torso.
Leni's hands left their hugging position around his shoulders to join Luna's,
and it felt almost like they were battling for control over his chest… over
him. And in his mind's eye, he saw another tantalizing fantasy of those two
dressed as Amazons, fighting over the right to mount him and bear his children.
Their hands stopped, however, when he jerked his head subtly, trying to clear
the evil thoughts from his mind. These were his sisters he was lusting after.
They loved him and adored him, and he was breaking their trust, practically
raping them through fantasy. Oh, gosh, he was an evil human being.
He felt a new presence come up to his side, hugging him gently as the other two
drifted away from his senses. "Lincoln?" he heard Lynn ask him. He gulped,
turning his head away from her as a few tears started to collect in his
blindfolded eyes. He felt her move around, and grip his face with her two
hands. They shook slightly and he could imagine her biting her lip and blushing
as she was never good with expressing her emotions well.
"I think I know what you're feeling…"
Oh, I hope you don't. I don't want any of my sisters to hate me for the monster
I am…
"And I want you to know I feel the same way."
Just kill me- wait, what!?
Those hands trembled more as she continued talking, trying to comfort him.
"Bro, you don't know what you do to me. Your confidence and attitude, the way
you handle us so lovingly and firmly. I can't even count the number of times
I've wanted to jump you. Your stupid smile makes my knees go weak. Sometimes I
just want to play with that tuft of white hair you have in the back." She
sighed. "I love you so much it hurts when I can't be with you." Her hands
stroked his cheeks, ran through his hair. "And we all feel like that. All five
of us."
Lori smiled warmly, though he couldn't see it. "It's true, Linc. You melt us."
Lincoln couldn't believe what he was hearing. His mouth open, his face
stupified, he couldn't form words if he'd even been able to process all the
implications cascading upon him. His sisters actually loved him? In the same
way he loved them? Five... all five? What were the odds!?
Timidly, he returned to the topic at hand. "I-is this why you want to know
which sister I know best... by touching?"
Luna giggled from somewhere to his right. "Right, bro. And, hey, if we hit a
few high notes tonight, I won't complain."
"Wha-!?"
Lynn spoke softly, "Lincoln, you don't have to do any of our tests... but some
things will likely make us feel good. Really good. And you have to know that we
might... w-we might, um, get a... wow, this is hard..."
"Not as hard as Linc is, sis!" Luan cackled.
Lincoln blushed, finally able to confirm his fears. He sighed. "I get it,
guys... Well, sort of. But that's why I'm lucky to have five older sisters to
teach me."
And just like that, all five blushed. Not only because of Lincoln's willingness
to do whatever they wanted, but that he'd be submissive to their guidance. All
of them. And they could teach him how to please them personally, intimately. It
was all they needed to hear before continuing.
Lynn, blushing madly and quivering in excitement, stumbled backwards away from
Lincoln, leaving him alone in the darkness of his senses.
Lori spoke up, voice cracking, "A-are you ready, Linc?"
Gulping as he heard clothing moving again... hitting the floor... he nodded,
clenching his hands into fists to try to focus his nervous energy to keep
himself from fidgeting embarrassingly in front of his... lovers.
Then, everything went quiet. His sensitive hearing could pick up near-silent
footfalls here and there, but otherwise his sisters were ghosts to him.
He nearly yelped when he felt hands grip his forearms and push his arms
forward. His heart nearly stopped when his palms were pushed against skin. Bare
skin. His blush must have been reaching his shoulders, as his breath was coming
in shallow gasps. For a long moment he did nothing; in shock that one of his
sisters had stripped... was partially, if not completely, naked right in front
of him... protected only by the blindfold keeping his eyes from ravaging her
body.
His hands grew impatient and starting moving on their own. His fingers splayed
out, and he realized they were dancing across a flat stomach when his pinky
fell into her belly button. A shiver ran down his spine into his toes as he
felt her stomach muscles ripple beneath his touch. He was obviously being too
ticklish.
So, taking a deep breath to calm his raging nerves, he put more force behind
his hands, letting them drift to and fro. He explored each subtle ridge of
stomach muscle, coming to a stop when he reached the arch of her ribs. Finally,
he could hear his sister's breathing... coming out sharply. It made him more
confident, knowing he could do that to his sister, could make her breathing
erratic. He wondered was else he could make her body do underneath his touch.
His hands moved around to her side, getting a good feel of each individual rib
bone; an interesting crinkling texture that only excited him more. Stepping
forward, he gained himself enough reach so he could swing his teasing fingers
around her back. He found the ridge of her spine, and followed it slowly
downward. His face, he knew, was close to his sister and his breaths were
likely warming her body. He could smell that subtle fragrance again, but this
time he felt he couldn't get enough of it. It spurred him on... to what he
didn't know... but he was determined to find out!
His devious hands came to an abrupt stop when he felt fabric. They had
travelled awhile unhindered across his sister's back, but he realized the
territory they almost crossed and it scared him. Was she ready for him to drift
lower... to grip her... squeeze her... pull her hard against him?
Was heready...?
Gulping nervously, he slid his hands along the line of her panties, coming to a
stop below her stomach. He could feel his sister quivering under his touch; the
area was sloping downward, begging him to drift lower and lower... and, boy,
did he want to... but his test involved something else... two somethings,
actually. Thank goodness for loopholes!
So, with a reluctant, yet relieved heart, he ran his hands upward, passing the
arch of her ribs, until he felt the undersides of her bosom. He was momentarily
shocked when he realized there should've been fabric there... but there wasn't.
Steeling his nerves, he pressed his fingers against the bottom of her breasts,
overwhelmed at how soft and giving they were. He felt around them, eventually
taking them into his hands and relishing in the weight in his palms as he
lifted them slightly.
He knew if his sisters could see him now, they'd witness a goofy grin on his
face. And he was unashamed of that fact.
Then, his thumb ran across a hard nub... her nipple... and he was rewarded with
a small noise, a whimper. It wasn't enough to identify his sister, but still...
it wouldn't hurt for a guy to keep trying, would it?
He ran both his thumbs across her nipples and she gasped lightly. He was
smiling crookedly as he shifted his hands on her mounds so that he could grip
them, caress them, tweak them, and delight in the little noises he could coax
out of her.
Overall, they weren't very large. But he knew they'd grow more. And the other
little clues kept piling up. Her boldness, confidence with herself, her
daring... willing to put her whole self out there the first time... and the
sexy, low voice that delivered such sweet melodious moans to his ears could
only belong to one sister...
He leaned foward and laid a chaste kiss to her chest, feeling her racing heart
against his lips. And he was proud of what he had done to his beloved sister,
how aroused his beautiful had become because of him.
He looked up to where he imagined her eyes to be. Probably tightly shut as she
tried her best not to give herself away... or looking right at him with her
half-lidded eyes and smirk just daring him to cross the line another step more.
He gave her a smile whether she saw or not. "Luna."
He heard a gasp, followed by his sister's attractive, raspy voice. "Linc...
Wow, you're good." She leaned down to hug him tightly to her, her nose pressing
against his neck as she giggled. "So, how did you like the surprise?"
He could feel her cheshire grin against his neck as she started laying sweet
kisses below his ear. "I-I liked it a lot. Very much... they felt- you felt
wonderful, Luna."
He was blushing hot enough that she could feel it radiating off his neck.
"Anything else you'd like to say, Lincy?"
He nodded shyly. "I... hope I can... explore you more in the future."
He felt her lean away from him, her hands leaving him cold. Only for her hands
to cup his cheeks. And his toes curled when he felt softness and warmth descend
upon his lips, stirring the fire in his loins to a seething mess.
Pulling back, she spoke saucily, "You can do whatever you want with me, Linc."
Her lips pressed against his several more times until she finally let out a
lovesick sigh. "I love you so much." And she gave him one last kiss before
ripping herself away from him... allowing another sister to take her place and
continue the test.
For a few moments, Lincoln just stood there in place, taking in calming breaths
and trying to will his arousal down. And right when he felt his not-so-little
friend start to return to his normal state, two firm hands settled onto his
hips; the warmth immediately seeped through his shirt and pants, and his friend
turned right back around to say hi to the newcomer.
Ugh! He could slam his head against a block wall at that moment. It was one
thing, in his mind, to bare out his pride and joy when he could see his
sisters!But it was something entirely different to only feel his own erection,
knowing they could clearly see it... and not know what their reactions were.
Were they giggling, laughing, mocking him quietly to themselves? Was he not big
enough for them? Was he too big? He tried to clear his thoughts of their angsty
undertones, but he couldn't help it. He didn't want to disappoint them... to
fail them... especially in an area that identified him as the only male sibling
in the household.
His spiraling trail of thoughts halted abruptly when those hands applied
pressure to their grip, pushing him slowly backward. Trying not to trip
backward, he took a step. And another. Until his legs bumped awkwardly against
a mattress. But they kept pushing and he had no choice but to sit down on the
edge of the sheets, his hands planting firmly in the material to support his
body.
Yet, that warmth kept coming. Kept pushing ever so gently.
The mattress dipped beside one leg, and then the other. And he could feel two
legs straddling him as a cushiony-soft, yet firm weight settled onto his knees.
He felt himself blushing as his sister rocked a little, and he could feel the
dip of her crotch as she adjusted herself... using him as a seat.
Her devilish hands tickled him slightly as they snuck under his shirt and began
lifting it slowly. Up, up, up, until it popped over his head; her keeping his
blindfold in place. His chest erupted in goosebumps, but he didn't know if it
was from the sudden chill or that he was just partially exposed in front of his
sisters.
Yet, those hands glided across his body expertly, pressing down on certain
muscles, massaging the plane of his chest, rubbing his sides... until she
finally wiggled her arms around him, gripped his back, and hugged his naked
chest tightly to hers.
He could feel her soft breasts press into his chest, with a gentle give but
firm presence... a reassuring presence that made him sigh in pleasure and
safety.
His mind was pouting because her precious chest was covered in a silky-soft
material and, as she used her weight to press him flat to the bed, he could
tell there was some lacy-fringe on her bra. This, of course, ended his pout and
made him extremely curious. Is it sheer? How hard would it be to take off?
Would she want me to take it off, freeing her delicious mounds for me to lean
up and suckle on like a newborn?
He just laid there, his mind racing through sweet, sweet fantasies, as his body
kept warming and reacting to his sister as she slowly slid back and forth on
him. Her chest grinding across his chest, bumping into his chin each time... if
he could just angle his head a little, he could grab her bra in her teeth and
rip it off of her...!
He could feel her lace push and pull against his nipples and he could imagine
that the silky material of her bra was gradually loosening, moving further
down, until eventually it'd slide sensually over the generous curve of her
breasts... and then her nipples would be touching his with no stupid bra in the
way.
Making things even more exciting, his manhood was painfully hard, and very
noticeable for anyone who had eyes. And he could feel every inch of his
sister's legs and stomach slide across him, causing pleasureable tingles to
race up and down his spine as his mind bursted in ecstasy.
And when he felt it couldn't get any better, she pushed down extra hard as she
moved, and he could feel her groin, her womanhood glide across his erection,
and her little scream of pleasureable caused him to pulse painfully,
deliciously down there. When she slid back down to repeat her action, he pushed
his hips upward, pressing their sexes as close together as possible through
what little clothing they had on... and her moan sent his blood boiling,
rushing through his ears and neck, as his mind fogged into a haze of lust. And
that sweet smell is back!
They continued their little game, lost in each other, his sister moaning and
whimpering in his ear as she clutched to him tightly, her hips undulating
against his own as her body began to spasm and jerk above him. His hands had
inched up to rest upon her panties, helping to pull her tightly against him in
each thrust of hips. He could feel a wetness seeping into his pants and
underwear, a slickness that felt natural and pleasureably at home on his
manhood.
Finally, she pressed down on him so hard he felt the air leave his lungs in a
forced gasp. Her breaths came out in varied moans. Her hands were trembling
beneath his back, and her fallen hair which had cascading all around their
heads was tickling his shoulders.
After a few moments, she leaned up and Lincoln found himself worried she'd
leave before he even got the chance to guess her identity; but then he felt a
pair of satiny lips claim his in a passionate embrace, and the two siblings
cuddled together tightly.
He felt his sister's lips leave him, and he whimpered pitifully, pouting
visibly for each to see.
She rolled off him, pressing against his side, and began writing on his exposed
chest with her finger.
With his heightened sense of touch he could make out the phrase, "I luv you,"
repeated over and over, and he grinned widely.
She moaned again when he suddenly grasped her full breast in his hand, giving
her a generous squeeze. And he marvelled at how similar to Luna's it was,
though barricaded by the thin layer of silk. He could still tell that her's
were a little bigger, rounder, and more matured.
Based on her concern for his standing for so long uncomfortably, her eagerness
to please both of them, her probably-fashionable silky bra, and her adorable
misspelling even after guiding him through the heat of passion... Lincoln could
only smile stupidly at his second oldest sister and lean in to kiss her
(pecking her nose by accident, to which she giggled cutely).
"I love you, too, Leni."
She gave a girly scream of joy and peppered his smiling face in kisses.
"Oh, I knew you'd know it was me, Lincy!"
He smirked cockily. "I would know my sisters anywhere and any way."
She giggled. "Well, you're not done yet. There's still three left to go."
He felt her giggling body sit up and slide off the bed, her bubbly laugh
following her as she walked away from Lincoln.
Lincoln, feeling a little awkward just laying down by himself... blindfolded...
started to lean up, but came to a stop when a hand pressed against his chest.
He frowned in confusion, but gasped when he was suddenly rolled over and felt a
weight settle onto his back. While it made it harder to breathe, he couldn't
deny that he liked being submissive like this. As he felt strong hands unbutton
his pants and begin to slide them down his legs, his Leni-tortured member
throbbed and leaked inside his underwear (likely already ruined by this point).
Before he knew it, his pants were gone, followed by his socks. And that just
left him in his wet underwear.
He squeaked embarrassingly when those same hands landed onto the back of his
underwear, gripping him as he'd done to Leni only minutes before. He choked on
dry air as she kneaded him, slowly moving to his legs. His heart stopped for
one intense second when her fingers casually dipped between his legs, returning
in one smooth motion.
His heart pounding like crazy and his erection jutting painfully between his
legs, trying to tear through the thin layer of cotton hiding him from his
sisters' hungry gaze. He found himself unsure, but excited; willingly
submissive, and extremely aroused.
Those fingers dipped down again; this time to stay, as she began massaging his
inner thighs. Occasionally, a lone finger would catch onto his briefs, a nail
graze him in a most sensitive place.
He moaned loudly when those fingers dipped again and properly felt him. Even
through his underwear, he could feel her massaging him gently, trying to roll
his parts around between her fingers. He was throbbing and pulsing painfully;
his manhood twitched when her fingers swirled around the tip. He blushed
knowing her hand was likely collecting pre-cum, but that knowledge only made
him more aroused. It felt like any second he'd burst, and then she'd really be
covered.
Oh, gosh, that thought almost made him come undone right then and there. He
gulped as he felt himself twitch painfully again. He had to say something. He
was almost-
"S-sis?"
Those hands stilled.
"I-I... that feels really good. Too good.I d-don't think I can take much
more..."
He felt her bottom shift on his back causing him to gasp for air. Then, those
hands suddenly left... leaving him hard and soooo close to finishing! He
growled in his mind... not realizing that his sisters heard him utter a sexy
groan of disapproval, the one sitting on him blushing spectacularly.
His legs moved unconsciously, trying to generate pleasureable friction. In his
sporadic movements, he felt her shift suddenly, and in a flash he felt teeth
grip his leg behind his kneecap. He jerked before going very still. He felt
like a cat in heat, trapped beneath his mate as her jaws were wrapped around
his neck, her preparing to mate him.
He had no idea how sensitive that area was on his body, the slightest movement
on his part causing him searing pain or intense pleasure... a fine line that he
was unwilling to test at that moment.
And when her hands came down upon him again... slipping underneath his briefs
to grip him again... he moaned loudly, uncaringly.
He'd let her do anything she wanted to him... he loved her, trusted her. And
even though she liked things rough, to control things in her own way, he'd give
that to her... he'd be her submissive mate, willing to lay there patiently,
with his tail in the air, as she prowled toward him with a fiery gaze in her
eyes. He'd let her lunge at him, use him, claim him, and mate him to herself as
her partner for life.
As his moans increased, and his pleasure kept building and building... right
when he found himself fastly approaching that cliff of sweet relief... she
stopped.
She rolled off of him and pushed him over.
In one swift movement, she sat down right on top of his raging member, gripped
his hands, and planted them firmly against her chest.
He knew from experience that she would be smirking, blushing a pinkish tint but
glowing in victory.
He also knew that these were the smallest breasts of any Loud daughter going
through puberty. They felt small and weak when compared to Luna and Leni's, but
he knew better than to voice that opinion out loud.
He smiled sweetly up at his sister, splaying his fingers out upon her chest to
get a better feel of her rapid heartrate and panting lungs.
"Lynn."
She chuckled, a soothing melody to his ears. "G-good job, bro."
He leant up to her, moving his hands to hug her naked chest to his own. Resting
his lips on her ear, he whispered for only her to hear, "Anytime, anywhere, I
am yours."
He heard her gulp and he chuckled knowing she was blushing a bright red, her
eyes as huge as dinner plates.
He felt her jump off him, disappearing into the fog of his senses.
Feeling more confident in himself, he situated himself back at the edge of the
bed and opened his arms out to the room. "Come on, Luan... Lori... I'm ready
for you." He gave the darkness a devious, self-satisfied grin.
From out of the darkness came the voices of angels.
"Oh, you're ready for us, are you?" asked Lori.
"Mmm," moaned Luan, "He looks ready for us, sis."
Lincoln blushed but kept his arms out anyway.
"Are you sure you're ready for... both of us, Lincy?" Lori asked with a sultry
lilt to her voice as she straddled one of his knees.
And Lincoln gasped when he felt her bare-naked crotch rub against him, already
soaking his leg with her arousal. She quickly began sliding easily up and down
him as she gripped his shoulder with one arm. Her rhythmic moans sung a sweet
song to his soul.
He felt two arms slip around his neck from his side, two bare breasts pressing
against his other arm.
"I'd think it'd be too easy to figure us out now..." She slid her chest up and
down his trembling arm, whimpering at the feeling of her nipples grazing his
flesh. "Oh~ ...we might have to change things up."
He felt her tongue wet his earlobe right before she bit it with her teeth,
gnashing the sensitive skin gently between her braced jaws.
Lori's hand slid downward until they gripped the top of his briefs, giving
half-hearted tugs against the material. "I think- ahh! -you're right, Luan.
Nng~"
Her thrusts increased until he felt her breasts bouncing against his arm with
each movement, her moans piercing the room in their intensity. Her leg had slid
up enough where it was grinding against his manhood in time with her own lusty
movements.
Luan had wrapped her legs around her dear Lincy, pressing her own naked, soaked
crotch against him as she continued to nibble on his ear before moving to his
jaw, and then his lips.
Lincoln moaned into his older sister's mouth, letting her tongue to slide
freely in, swiftly claiming the territory for her own exploration. The
sensations were quickly becoming too much, though sporadic they were. His leg
began bouncing against Lori, causing her to gasp out ragged breaths, to grip
his arm in a tight deathgrip. He pushed his own tongue against Luan's, battling
her for dominance within his own mouth.
Then, Lori wailed out in beautiful agony, and Lincoln could feel a few tears
fall onto his neck as she burried her moaning face in his hair.
Luan pulled back, then. "Wow... that was... that must have been amazing."
Lori giggled, and wiped her eyes with her palm, before moving off her only
brother's leg. "That was literally the best orgasm of my entire life."
Lincoln blushed, but grinned in pride. "That good, eh?"
He felt her press a kiss against his lips. "I felt like I had died and was
reborn in the flames of our passion."
Luan whistled. "Wow, that's good."
Lori giggled again. "Mmhmm... oh! But it looks like it's Lincoln's turn. We've
really put him through a lot tonight, girls."
Lori and Luan both moved away from him. And then he felt a hand touch his arm.
"You ready for your final test, Lincoln?" asked the voice of Luna.
He nodded dumbly, getting up onto his feet as her hand tugged onto his arm.
"Take your underwear off, Linc. You won't be needing those anymore tonight."
He gulped but nodded anyway. His fingers were quivering as they gripped the
edge of his briefs and, taking a moment to steel his nerves, he slowly pulled
them down, inch by inch. When his manhood slipped free of their prison, bobbing
ungracefully into the air, he heard a gasp and it made him blush. Soon, they
were on the floor and he stepped out of them, standing there to let each of his
sisters to see their brother. Without any barrier or mask, he bared himself
physically and emotionally for their gaze... and the experience felt natural
and right.
After all, he trusted them with everything he had. Even himself.
He heard a gulp, then Luna, saying, "W-woah, Linc... y-you..."
Leni's soothing voice came next, "You look amazing, Lincy. Very manly~" And she
purred at him.
He chuckled when he heard Lynn's, "That's so hot!"
What shocked him the most was Luan's unadulterated moan, "Oh~ I can't wait to
have you inside me..."
He choked. "Wha-!?"
Lori finally spoke again. "That's your final test. Since it's too easy to tell
us apart based on breast-size alone, you'll have to tell us apart by a
different body part."
He froze, his mouth open comically. "Seriously!?"
Luna's arms slithered around him from behind, as she gave him a gentle hug.
"You deserve this reward, Linc. And don't worry, I'll help you the whole time."
He choked again. "But what if I get one of you pregnant!?"
"Oh, gosh, yes! Give me your baby!" cried Luan.
Lori laughed. "What she meant to say is that we each are on birth control,
little brother... but if that doesn't work, then we won't complain~"
Lincoln felt Luna kiss him behind his ear, slowly. "We all want to have your
babies, Linc. You might as well accept that now."
He nodded timidly before slowly approaching the bed again, his older sister
following right beside him.
He bumped into a pair of legs and he heard Luan gasp under the pressure. He
gulped again before sidling between the girl's legs. He aligned himself and
pressed just a little forward... though he was too scared, not yet ready, to
take that final step with any of his sisters, he was willing to slide along
them as Leni and Lori had done to him earlier.
So, he started a gentle rhythm that had the girl writhing under his own
trembling body. Luna was rubbing soothing circles on his back, giving him
encouraging words as he was swiftly approaching his long-awaited relief.
A few times he felt his heart jerk in his chest as his member dipped a little
too far into his sister... almost driving inside rather than along the wet
cleft his sister's body naturally provided to him. Each time he readjusted
himself, even as his older sister whimpered pitifully for him to just ride her
to completion!
He felt her lean up suddenly, causing his tip to enter her. She gasped loudly
as she fully clung to him, her heaving chest melding against his own.
"L-L-Linc... Please!"
He groaned tortuously as he pulled out slowly, his sister's body unwilling to
let him leave her most sacred place.
"I-I'm not ready... L-Luan."
She rocked her hips forward, allowing him to keep sliding along her, rocketing
her to climax.
"I won't... Ahh! ...make you. But, oh~! do I want you. I need you."
Her words, her moans, her wet body molding against his caused him to plunge
over the edge, ripping the air from his body as he silently screamed in
agonizing pleasure. She kept rocking against him, whimpering and gasping, her
ponytail bobbing rapidly with her erratic thrusts.
"Ahh, Linc!"
Her body melted against him as they rode their high and fell back to earth in
each other's arms.
Suddenly, his blindfold was removed and he squinted his eyes in the sudden
influx of light. But as they slowly adjusted, he found himself transfixed in
the affectionate, lusty gaze of Luan.
"Hey, Linc."
He chuckled. "Hi, Luan."
She reached a hand up to twirl his white bangs. "So... maybe next time you can
finish inside me like a good brother?" Her look was smoldering, and he felt his
flaccid member twitch.
He coughed awkwardly. "I-if I'm ready... w-we'll see..."
Luna leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I bet you're tired, huh?"
He nodded pitifully, causing the girls to giggle knowing they had tired him out
sexually.
Leni pressed into his back, kissing his neck. "Then, why don't you lay down on
my bed and sleep, while we snuggle into your sides like good wives?"
His wives? Oh... he loved the sound of that.
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