Like the description says, this is a sequel to We Love Our Brother, the plot of which is summed up in this chapter, so you don't need to have read it to enjoy and understand this story. To make a long story short, one day I looked around and said to myself (or maybe it was to AberrantScript): "You know what Loudcest fiction is missing? Kink." This isn't your typical harem story. It involves a lot of freaky stuff. For example, a character has jumper cables attached to their nipples, and another character has their pubic hair set on fire in a strange inspired sex act. It sounds intense, but it's played for laughs, so don't be shy, it won't bite...unless you want it to.

Muscles flexing under taunt, sweaty flesh; soft, gasping sighs; a penis jutting from a tangle of white pubic hair like a clenched fist, its throbbing tip dripping clear nectar onto her stomach as it grazed across her burning flesh, over her pubic mound, down her slit, into her...

The little girl's eyes fluttered open, and her hand instantly crept to the juncture between her thighs, her fingertips slipping under the waistband of her pajama bottoms and sinking between her quivering lips. She sucked a sharp intake of breath and threw her head back against the pillow, a shadow of ecstasy flicking across her semi-conscious face. She pressed against her clitoris and electricity raced up her spine.

Breathing heavy, she rubbed her achy knot in quick, tight circles, the friction making her toes curl. A hot breath exploded from her mouth and she arched her back.

She needed penetration. Badly.

Sighing, she took her hand out of her pants and held it curiously up to her face; the rays of the morning sun shimmered against fingers that were coated with vaginal lubrication. Before she could stop herself, she took her middle finger into her mouth and sucked it. There was no discernable taste.

Interesting.

She got up, stretched (the fabric of her pjs rubbing against her and making her shiver), and then poked her head into the hall, listening. When she heard nothing, she slipped out of her room, pulled the door quietly shut behind her, and then tip-toed to her brother's room. Oooo, she had been waiting for this for...how long? She couldn't quite remember. Her mind was hazy with lust. A month? A year? Five minutes? Did it even matter? Her virgin girlhood was wet and swollen with arousal, and the only thing she could think of was the feeling of his penis thrusting into her.

At his door, she looked over her shoulder once more, confirming to herself that she was alone, then went in. Lincoln was lying crossways on the bed, his arms thrown out at his sides like a white-haired Christ and his uncovered penis standing tall between his legs. A pang of desire rippled through the girl's loins and she unconsciously bit her lip. She had seen it before, but it was much bigger in person. Would it even fit? Probably. Given how wet she was she could probably slip a goddamn building in with a little finesse.

She slid her pants down and stepped out of them. The soft kiss of the cool air against her burning sex sent goosebumps racing up and down her body. She crossed to the bed and climbed on, the mattress dipping. On her hands and knees, she crawled to her brother, hooked one leg over him, and mounted him. His shaft was mere centimeters from her pudendal cleft, and her body tingled in anticipation.

Resting her hands on his chest, she lifted up and scooted so that his tip was aligned with her vaginal opening. He stirred, his eyelids fluttering and his tongue wetting his lips. She was overcome by how attractive he was, and for a moment she simply looked at him, unaware that she was dripping onto his tip.

Coming back to herself, she slowly sank herself onto him, his head parting her labia minoraand straining against her inner walls. Her breath caught and pain spread through her as her hymen tore. She jerked her hips down, and hissed when he filled her; the sensation was both pleasant and unpleasant at the same time: She felt rather like she was being torn in half.

Lincoln's breathing changed and he opened his eyes, a tiny grin touching his lips as recognition flickered in his irises. She slowly lifted up, then sank down again: His head jabbed the opening of her uterus, and she bit her bottom lip against a scream. He took a deep, shuddery breath and put his hands on her hips. "Go slow," he said, "don't hurt yourself."

She nodded wordlessly and lifted herself, then brought herself back down. Her breaths were shallow and hot, her heart raced. She took his entire length and rolled her hips.

Lincoln wrapped his arms around her and rolled to the side. He was on top now. "Just lay back and enjoy it," he panted.

She nodded.

He pulled back and then inched forward, his shaft teasing her walls. He pressed his forehead against hers and worked his hips back and forth, falling into a steady, gentle rhythm. She hooked her legs around his hips and threw her head back against the pillow. The pain had ceased and now she felt only pleasure as he stroked her insides. He leaned forward and kissed her neck, his lips soft and hot; she gasped and her body clenched around him. He increased his speed, and his testicles slapped against her in time. Fire filled her stomach, and she could feel herself approaching her peak.

Lincoln was going faster now, grunting as he penetrated her. "Lincoln," she said through dry lips, "I am..."

Then it happened: Searing white heat exploded inside of her, and she jerked upwards, her hands reaching out and clawing at the sheets. Lincoln bowed his head and went faster still, his own passion rising. She moaned and trembled. Jesus, it was better than she ever...

He suddenly got bigger and then released, long ropes of cum splattering her cervix and pushing her into another orgasm. She clutched the sheets and cried out.

For a long time, she lay where she was and fought to get her breathing under control. Her brother's warmth spread through her entire body, and she could feel it sloshing in her womb. Lincoln kissed her neck again, then pulled out, a rush of their mingled passion flooding out of her and wetting the sheets. He laid on his side and took her in his arms; her body melted into his, and she snuggled closer, his still erect penis touching her butt and leaving a sticky trail across her flesh.

"Good morning," he said.

"Good morning, Lincoln," Lisa replied.

"Did you enjoy your first time?"

"Yes. Immensely. You're quite talented."

Lincoln chuckled. "I've had a lot of practice over the past few days."

"I'm sure..."

That's when it hit her, and she smacked her forehead with a groan; she was so caught up in her lust that she completely failed to realize that she shouldn't be feeling lust.

Earlier that week, she designed a pheromonal stimulant to make Lincoln more receptive to Lola, Lana, and Lucy's advances, as all three of them were sexually attracted to him. It was meant to work only on Lincoln, and even then only at short range (each sister sprayed some on herself like a perfume). Somehow, though, she botched it, and it affected the entire house, turning her, her sisters, her parents, and Lincoln all into hypersexualized gutter sluts. She designed an antidote and gave herself a shot of it last night, and for the first time in what seemed like days (but was really only hours), she didn't feel the hot pressure in her loins that she assumed constituted sexual arousal. This morning, however, she was worse than ever.

Great. The antidote didn't work and she spent hours making enough for everyone. She sighed, and Lincoln held her tighter.

"You okay?" he asked, concerned.

"I'm fine," she said. She had a lot of work to do today, and God only knew what her family would get up to while she was at it.

She pulled away from her brother and sat up. "I have something that requires my attention." She suddenly felt very awkward. "Thank you for...for spending the morning with me."

He smiled and stroked her back, when sent a shiver down her spine. Her core tingled. "Thank you."

For a moment she briefly considered eschewing her responsibilities and copulating with Lincoln again, but shoved that thought away and got up. She had to do this, or else her family – whom she loved very much – would fuck itself out of house and home.

She got up, found her pants, and pulled them on. "Do me a favor, Lincoln," she said before she left.

"What's that?"

"Please don't get anyone pregnant today."

Lincoln grinned. "I can't make any promises."

Rita Loud liked sex...a lot; she wouldn't have eleven kids if she didn't. When she hit puberty, her developing body was flooded with so much desire that she would masturbate at least three times a day. When she was fourteen, she lost her virginity to her first cousin in a closet five minutes before Thanksgiving dinner; when she was fifteen, she slept with four guys in one night...not at the same time, mind you; and when she was eighteen, she put out on her first date with a man named Lynn Loud. She liked all sex, but she was especially fond of kinky sex...the kind of sex that you hid from the rest of the world and practiced in shame.

In all of her years as a sexual being, she had never been as horny as she had been over the past twenty-four hours. It started Friday morning as a dull, warm ache in her crotch. Guess me and Lynn are gonna do it tonight, she thought at breakfast and smiled. They were both closing in on forty and didn't make love as often as they used to; more often than not, they were so exhausted by the time they got to bed that they just didn't have the energy.

As the day wore on, her arousal steadily grew. Sitting at her desk at work, she rubbed her thighs together until they were sticky and her breathing was heavy. During lunch, she masturbated in one of the women's room stalls and came so hard that she had to bite her lower lip to keep from screaming.

For a while after that she was fine...then the pressure started mounting again. By the time she got home, she was so flustered that she could barely think straight. She found Lynn in the kitchen, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and jammed her tongue into his mouth.

"Bedroom," she panted, "now."

They had sex then cuddled.

Then had sex again.

And again.

And again.

Before she knew it, it was past midnight and her entire body ached from cumming so many times. She was raw, chafed, and shaky...but still horny. Poor Lynn...how he managed to keep up with her she would never know, but he did, his erection never faltering even after filling her a dozen times.

At some point she lapsed into unconsciousness. When she woke, it was morning and she was so aroused that she could barely move. She tried to wake Lynn, but he was dead to the world, so she grabbed his hand and rubbed herself off with it, bucking against it when she came.

Then she did it three more times before getting up and slipping into her nightgown. It was one she only wore for Lynn: It was shear and stopped just below the cleft of her buttocks. Someone was in the bathroom, so she had to wait. All the while, her passion grew, and she unconsciously rubbed her legs together.

When the door finally opened and Lori appeared, Rita was so close to cumming that her thighs quivered.

"Hey, Mom," Lori said. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top. Her nipples poked through, and Rita found herself wondering how they would taste. Her eyes crept to Lori's long, silky legs, then up to her face. The girl was grinning with half-lidded eyes. "See anything you like?"

Without a word, Rita shoved her daughter back into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Their lips met and their tongues flopped wetly over one another. Rita's hands snaked around Lori's hips then down to her butt. Lori's hands pushed the back of Rita's nightgown up. Rita moaned into Lori's mouth.

Lori pulled away and slipped out of her shorts. Rita's heart skipped a beat at the sight of her daughter's blonde pubic hair. She was such a beautiful young lady. Rita pulled her gown over her head and tossed it away. They kissed again, their hands drawn to each other's wet sexes. Rita parted her thighs enough for Lori to find her clit, and Lori did the same. Moaning and licking each other's tongues, they rubbed until they were both crying out and shaking with their orgasms.

When it was over, they held one another for support. "You're better than Leni," Lori panted.

"You're better than your father."

They laughed.

Lincoln was still hard when he pulled his briefs on and went out into the hall. His balls also felt full...as if his little sister didn't literally just milk them. Hm.

There was no line for the bathroom, and no one in the bathroom, either. Where was everyone?

He pissed, caught a quick shower, and then went downstairs, still in his underwear. He was in the living room when he heard his sisters in the dining room. The smell of bacon hung heavy in the air, and he breathed deeply, his stomach growling in anticipation.

When he walked into the dining room, his sisters all stopped talking and looked at him. Or rather, at his bulge.

"Damn, bro," Luna said appreciatively, "you really fill those things out."

Lori licked her lips. "That's literally the biggest dick I've ever seen."

Leni reached out and touched it. "Hi, Lincy's hose. Remember me?"

"It's not even eight 'o'clock and Lincoln's already having a hard day," Luan said. She crossed her legs and leaned forward, resting her chin in her palm. When it twitched, her jaw dropped. "It's moving!"

It twitched again. He couldn't help it; having all of his sisters looking at him was really turning him on.

Luan's face was beet red. "That's pretty hot."

She didn't know the half of it; his dick was so hot he was half surprised it wasn't glowing orange.

"I had that in me last night," Lynn said matter-of-factly. "It was awesome."

"Me too!" Leni said. "It put out my Leni-fire."

Luan leaned forward. "How about you whip it out? I still haven't seen it."

"Okay," Lincoln said. He took it out and held it in his hand; Luan's eyes widened and a playful grin spread across her face. "Oh, wow."

"Damn," Lori said.

Luna whistled.

"It's dripping," Luan said, and licked her lips.

Her soft, warm, glistening lips.

Their eyes locked, and before he could stop himself if he wanted to, he was going to her. He cupped the back of her neck in his hand and she leaned forward, taking him in her wet mouth. He gasped as her lips slid along his quivering length. He touched the back of her throat, and she pulled back, then surged forward again.

He glanced at his other sisters and smiled at their expressions. They all leaned breathlessly forward, their eyes wide and their faces flush. He looked down into Luan's big hazel eyes. "Our sisters are watching."

She licked his underside.

"They're...all getting...turned on..."

She drew all the way back and flicked the tip of her tongue across his tip. "I know," she said huskily and wrapped her fingers around him, beginning to stroke. "It's hot."

Yes, it was: Being watched by seven hungry eyes...desired by seven randy girls...bared before them...his dick in his sister's hand...

Luan jerked firmly, and that was it: He grew in her hand and let loose, his seed splattering her blouse and skirt. She watched in wonder, her chest rising and falling and her face a lovely shade of pink. "Wow," she said, and looked up at him with a grin.

"Luan!"

Lincoln's head whipped up. His mother was standing in the threshold to the kitchen, a plate of bacon in her hand. Through his lust, Lincoln felt fear.

"You're going to spoil your breakfast."

"I didn't eat any of it," she said. She turned and pointed to the gloopy white stains on her clothes. "See?"

"Good," Rita said, crossing to the table and setting the plate down. "You can drink Lincoln's cum later." Her eyes lingered on her son's dick. She was getting wet again. "Put that thing away, Lincoln. You're turning me on. Your sisters, too."

"Sorry," Lincoln said sheepishly, and tucked his dick back into his underwear.

"You can sit next to me," Lori said quickly, and shoved Lola out of her chair.

"No, he's gonna sit next to me," Luna said.

Luan stood. "You can have my seat," she said.

Why not? It was close, at least. Lincoln sat...and Luan sat in his lap, her butt rubbing against his dick. "That's better," she said.

Mom and Dad distributed plates and silverware. Luan made herself a plate and then one for Lincoln. She lifted up, pulled her panties to her knees, and sat again: His head pressed against her moist lips, and he sighed.

"So, anyone have any plans for the day?" Dad asked, taking a bite.

Luan shifted, and Lincoln's tip slid into her. He grabbed her hips as she pushed all the way down and sheathed him.

"Lincoln?" Dad asked nonchalantly. "Any big plans?"

Lincoln shook his head. "No," he panted. Luan grabbed the table and started to rock her hips. "Just gonna...hang out..."

"Luan?"

She shook her head and lifted up, Lincoln's dick sliding wetly along her passage. She sank back down and moaned.

Dad's brow furrowed. "You know, Luan, I can smell you and it's making me hard. I wish you'd wait to do that."

Lincoln threw his head back and gripped his sister's hips. "S-Sorry," she hitched.

"Don't worry, Daddy," Lola said from under the table. "I'll take care of you."

Lynn glanced down as his daughter unzipped his pants and took his dick out. His eyelids fluttered when she went down.

"Fuck this," Luna said and pushed away from the table. "I'm horny as dick."

"Watch your language," Mom said. She was sitting next to Leni; they were playing with each other.

Luna reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. Lynn got up and pushed the older girl against the wall. "Wanna wrestle?" she asked seductively.

"Rad," Luna said, and they kissed.

Lincoln wrapped his arms around Luan's stomach and held tight as he swelled inside of her. "I'm cumming!" he cried.

"Me too!" she moaned.

When his cum shot into her, she went rigid, her chest pushing out and her head tilting back. A long moan escaped her lips and she bucked, her body sucking up every last drop of her brother's essence.

Lori was bending over the table. Lana was sitting in the chair, her face pressed between the older girl's butt cheeks.

Lynn Sr. threw his head back and thrusted his hips. "That's it," he said, "that's daddy's little princess."

"Lincoln?" a voice asked, and Lincoln jumped, unintentionally thrusting deep into Luan and pushing his seed deeper into her womb. Lucy was standing next to him, her hands behind her back.

"Yeah?"

"Can...can I go next?"

"Sure." He patted Luan's back, and she got up, his cum gushing out of her.

Smiling, Lucy peeled off her leggings, swung one leg over his lap, and mounted him. They kissed, and she sank onto him.

In her room, Lisa leaned forward and watched the computer monitor with a mixture of lust and horror. Lust because her family was practically having an orgy in the dining room, and horror because dear God, it's getting worse. She adjusted her glasses and watched as Lucy bucked violently against Lincoln, her legs splayed on either side of him. Luna and Lynn were performing oral sex on each other in the '69' position. Her father was bending Leni over the table, his strong hands pinning her wrists. Lori and Lana were plunging their fingers deep into each other and licking each other's tongues. Lola lie on the table with her dress hiked up and Luan's head between her legs. Her mother was rubbing herself as she watched her husband and her children committing incest.

Lisa's hand unconsciously slipped into her pants. She didn't realize she was masturbating until she threw her head back and cried out. Her mind cleared, and she went back to work on the antidote.