A few months ago, anyone asking Lincoln Loud what his favorite time of the day was would've been provided with a short list of expected answers—lunch time, recess, and that short little pocket of free time between finishing his homework assignments and going to bed by nine o'clock.
Had they asked him that same question nowadays, they still would've gotten that same reply, but only because Lincoln would've kept his newest answer to himself. Of course, on the surface, telling someone that getting clean with a nice, hot shower wouldn't raise eyebrows, but it wasn't like he could give out the honest truth of his sentiments.
After all, he was pretty sure that openly telling people that two of his older sisters hopped into the shower with him, every chance they got, would've caused an uproar and, most importantly, the likelihood of their..."bonding" coming to an end.
And quite frankly, he wouldn't blame anyone for feeling that way. Hell, he almost had second thoughts the first time their nightly ritual took place. But good Lord, Leni and Luna sure had a way of convincing him of seeing things their way. In a way, it was funny how their attraction to one another hinged on a similar experience. From what they had told him recently, all it took were a few looks at his half-naked, maturing body (probably from all those times he liked to read his comics in his underwear) for the both of them to get the urge to run their hands all over him, ravishing every inch of him as he willingly gave himself to their primal lust.
And all it took for him was one fateful night when, before he could slip out of his room to wait in line for the showers, they both entered with unannounced intent. Their lack of modesty, in the form of their undergarments, immediately spellbound him to their unspoken wishes. And then, as he laid in his bed with his undivided attention on them, they laid their intentions and their bodies bare to him as they sidled up on either side of their brother and whispered, their soft, sultry voices tickling his ears, "Need help getting clean, Linky?"
He had hesitated for only a second before he gulped and shyly nodded, only having a vague idea of what they meant. In a way, it was all the more exciting to not know exactly what their idea of "getting lil' Linky clean" meant until they were in the shower and they made their move. He always knew that Leni's hands were steady and smooth (they needed to be in order to craft all of her clothes), but he didn't know how divine they were until she ran her fingers across his slippery, soapy skin, kneading his muscles and gliding her fingernails over his body in a maddeningly pleasurable. It didn't take much to know that Luna had the voice of an angel, but he became pleasantly aware of how she had the prowess of a vixen when she ran her lips and tongue wherever she knew he ached for her the most.
And in just a few minutes, Lincoln thought with a self-satisfied grin, he'd get to experience that all over again. He was still in his bedroom, pulling out his pajamas from his drawers while thinking about what would await him once he stepped out. As usual, he would find himself in the back of the line (such was the price to pay for having the room on the far end of the hallway). Nowadays, though, Leni and Luna would always make sure to be the last two to hang in the back. Once the sister before them finally left the bathroom, all three would slip in, take of their clothes, and...well, Leni and Luna would work to together to make sure that their brother would always have a different meaning of what a "hot" shower meant.
The stage was set in the same way it always was.
The hot, running water had long since created a thick billow of steam, lightly shrouding the three towel-wrapped siblings in its mist. Even so, Lincoln could still make out the hunger in their eyes, and it was enough to make his desire evident as it made a noticeable lump through the cloth around his waist.
Luna's gaze was especially enticing—the hot streak of pink that tinged her face made it all the more intoxicating. She unabashedly roamed his body, drinking in the lithe, budding curves of his muscles from his chest, past his abdomen, and finally down to his groin. He felt it twitch from a pulsing throb when she grinned.
"Don't you think you should, like, take that off now, Linky?" Leni suggested in a hushed tone, her pointer finger pressed underneath her bottom lip while a placid blush coated her face.
By now, Lincoln was bold enough to play on the same, teasing playing field as them every now and then and in the depths of his mind, he thought that that change of pace was infinitely better than submitting to them without the drive to be anything but a plaything.
And when he retorted, "You first," with huskiness in his voice, he knew exactly why that was. God, it felt incredible to run the show every now and then, watching as his older sister nodded and slowly draped her towel off her curvy body because HE told her to. In the blink of an eye, the towel pooled down her legs and around her feet like silk, and Lincoln felt another twitch from another hot streak of lightning in his dick.
Even through the steam, he could make out the milky mounds of her breasts as they sloped down her chest, the alluring slimness of her waist, and the bountiful shape of her legs as they deliberately crossed inward to block of the sight of her pussy. He already knew how it felt to penetrate it, to ravish it as her maddening cries echoed in his skull and the burning, melting sensation of her essence flowed out and tingling against his shaft like dripping candle wax, but that didn't make it any less sexually frustrating to be deprived of its sight.
As if sensing his thoughts, a wily smirk etched on Leni's face as she whispered with a wink, "Ah, ah, aaaah. No peeking~."
Before he could reply, he jumped when the pressure of a pair of firm, taut breasts molded against his shoulders and a pair of hands lightly grazed their nails across his chest. His breath quickened through small puffs, only for it to hitch in his chest as soon as he saw the purple towel by Leni's side. Apparently, he was too engrossed with Leni to notice Luna unveil her beauty and sneak up behind him.
He didn't mind the surprise, though—there'd be something seriously wrong with him if he couldn't enjoy the feeling of Luna's limber fingers mapping circles on his skin and the hazy twinge of her voice as it coursed into his head through a sultry whisper next to his ear.
"Lemme help you with that towel, bro," she said as her hands smoothly skated down his stomach, her nose pressed against the creamy skin of his neck.
Her fingers drew ever closer, stopping just short of his erection as it nearly slipped through the top of the towel. He whimpered when they finally grasped on the material and gave it a hardy yank, freeing him from the fabric's confines and making his cock jostle from its release. He heard Leni let out a tiny gasp, but his head was otherwise full to the brim from the lust inspired from Luna's impish fingers—they walked down his abdomen to his groin, inching ever closer to his tip.
"You want me to touch you there?" Luna whispered, a moan slipping out from her brother's throat as a response. "Then hop in the shower. We have a long night ahead of us."
She drew a circle around his pubic area just above his cock, her finger pads bristling over the tiny sprouts of white hair that jutted out. She looked over the shoulder of her moaning, aching brother towards her sister, who watched with an agape mouth and a fiery blush.
"Don't we, Leni?" Luna asked, looking on with anticipation as Leni nodded excitedly, her eyes never leaving Lincoln's twitching dick.
"Yeah," Leni replied, slowly approaching them with seduction in the way she deliberately swung her hips. She delighted in how Lincoln's eyes hypnotically followed the pendulum-like motions. "He's a really dirty boy. It might take a while before he gets clean."
Leni closed the distance on Lincoln and crouched down, taking his jaw in her hand and skimming his chin with her thumb. She preened when he gazed at her in lustful awe when he leaned in and pressed her lips against his cheek, followed by another one over the fluttering pulse in his throat.
"Let's go, Linky," she said, standing up and taking him by one of his hands. "I'll let you wash my back this time."
Though Lincoln knew better things were to once he moved on, he immediately missed the electricity evoked from Luna's teasing strokes when she withdrew from him and followed suit, getting on her feet and grabbing his other hand. The walk to the shower was short, but Lincoln took the time to appreciate Luna's femininity, taking in her naked body for the first time in days—she lacked the curvaceous features of Leni but she more than made up for it in her firm, taut muscles. He always loved to feel the tightness between his fingers, his kneading making her mewl like a cat in heat and him harden instantly.
When they stepped inside the tub and closed the curtain, Lincoln felt like it was like seeing them all over again—the lack of steam made it far easier to take in their bodies and the splendor of their assets with clarity. Lincoln looked behind him and saw Luna standing on the far end of the tub, looking on as Leni positioned herself under the hot jet of water from the nozzle.
"Don't worry about me," Luna said, handing her brother a bottle of Leni's favorite shampoo. "Just wash her back like she asked. I'll join in a little later."
The bottle nearly slipped out of Lincoln's wet grasp when he looked back at Leni and gasped sharply, his eyes gazing appreciatively over the curve of her back as it inclined into a dip and ended above her shapely ass. When he heard Luna sniggering behind him, he flushed from embarrassment but soon found the resolve to set the pace after that teasing display from his sisters earlier.
'Oh, I'll wash your back, Leni. Just you wait.'
His mind spoke of bravado, but his body betrayed him as his trembling limbs fought to keep themselves under control while he flipped the cap off, squirted a hearty glob on one hand, and passed the bottle back to Luna with the other. He rubbed his hands together slowly, taking care not to waste a drop as he worked up a soapy lather—the less he had on his hands, the less he had to use on Leni.
Lincoln swallowed thickly and slunk slowly forward, his hands stretched out towards her shoulders while Leni moved her long hair over her shoulder. She let out a giggle and squirmed when Lincoln's fingers lightly touched her skin. He didn't mean for his touch to be as light as a feather, but he rolled with it, nonetheless. He remedied his mistake and pushed in with a little more force this time, slowly gliding his palms across the expanses of her flawless skin. He felt her shudder and he smirked, deciding right there and then to apply more pressure in agonizingly delicious patterns.
His pointer fingertips weaved along her shoulder blades, tracing the outline of the bone while he rolled his thumbs into the center of her tendon. The rushing water drowned out her breathy moan, but the nearly painful warmth resonating in his loins devoted his focus onto lasting long enough before he was spent.
Trails of suds skimmed down her skin, marring his view. Though, he couldn't complain when his hands had open access to every inch of her body. He decided to commit to the innocent pretense of washing her sister's back, wanting to torture her until she was begging for him to pleasure her more brazenly. Now, he was at the curve of her spine, drawing his hands up and down in alternating circuits. She bucked against him a few times when she shivered, the ample shape of her butt nearly brushing against the length of his manhood.
He approached the dimples of her lower back, and he had to resist the temptation to gently knead her hips while he teased her pleasure center with his fingers. Instead, he steeled his resolve and pushed on, coating the last innocent area of her back with his gentle touch. He dialed it up a notch as he added a fraction of firmness, grinding the heels of his hands into her muscles—her moans were much louder this time, and they kindled even more fire in his already boiling hot libido.
When his fingers finally fluttered away, he had already made up his mind to drop the guise of innocent backwashing with one, fleeting act—he reared his open palm back before swinging it forward and lightly tapping her ass, just missing her moist opening as his fingers grazed against her skin. He chuckled as she let out a squeak, smart enough to take it in as feigned indignation.
And just as he was feeling on top of the world, a familiar pair of hands threaded through his damp locks and made him shiver—in the end, being taken by surprise was his fault for momentarily forgetting he and Leni had another participant in the thick of things.
"Don't forget about me, lil' bro," Luna whispered. "I need a good washing, too."
With that, Leni stepped out from underneath the water and shuffled over to where Luna was standing, her hand "accidentally" brushing against Lincoln's crotch as she slipped by him. Lincoln considered it payback from his cheeky advances, but his excited, aching cock couldn't care less about the complexities—it twitched all the same, just as it did as Luna continued massaging his scalp and drawing out pleased sighs from her brother.
"Where do...do y-you want me to touch you?" Lincoln asked with shaky anticipation in his trembling, hushed tone.
He waited on bated breath as Luna let out a lengthy "hmmmm" in mock thought and replied, dipping her fingers out of his hair, "My front. Think you can manage that?"
He found himself nodding more desperately than he would've liked, but his pride didn't have long to lament before one of the other most beautiful sights of the day moseyed passed him and turned around once she aligned herself under the shower water. His hands were thankfully still soapy enough to manage the task ahead—he didn't want to waste a second away from Luna longer than he needed to. Still, he spared one quick glance over his shoulder and found Leni watching him with a predatory, minx-like look in her eyes. He gulped when she let out a tiny growl and fleetingly wet her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. The sight brought him back to last Friday when she was down on her knees in front of him as the water ran over them, the warmth of the spray paling in comparison to the hot, velvety surface of her tongue as it slid along his-
"What'cha waitin' for, Lincoln? Let's get this show on the road."
The sound of Luna's raspy impatience pulled him out of his stupor, but he was almost drawn back into a hypnotized state when he turned around and caught Luna in full view again. Her hands were on her hips, her left one cocked to the side as she gave him a playful grin. His body practically moved on its own as he approached her, his eyes never leaving her bust and the tantalizing way the water streamed down her body.
At last, he was within "washing" distance and wasted little time in molding his fingers across her belly, just missing her crotch. He sucked in a breath as his palms skidded up and down—the slipperiness of her skin wasn't enough to keep him away from feeling up the contours of muscle laying underneath. His raging nerves couldn't be calmed—he slipped his fingers up her ribcage, slowly approaching the bottom of her bosom. She inspired his confidence when her sighs sung sweetly in his ears, but they downright urged him forward when his thumbs finally found her hardened nipples and gave them a quick swipe.
The rest of his teasing hands shifted upward, palming them over her breasts. He was too horny to care about his touches being chaste enough to pass off as washing and by the sound of her whimpers and moans, Lincoln could tell that Luna felt the same way. From there, he had no misgivings about tweaking out more whiny noises out of her as he caressed her with slow, rotating kneads followed by quick presses while his fingers involuntarily slid along her nipples.
He felt another blush surge to life when he had the moxie to release one of her breasts, leaving just enough room for his mouth once he moved forward and latched his lips onto her mound. She choked back a needy cry, finding solace in bracing herself against a maelstrom of passion by wrapping her arms around Lincoln's head and keeping him in place. Lincoln took the cue to leave no room between them and inched forward, ever so slowly, until his slick manhood pressed against her firm stomach. He gave a few subtle nudges of his hips, delighting in the way her skin felt against his aching cock through the friction.
But the contact didn't last long—soon, a non-Luna hand slipped in between them, wiggling its slender digits in until they were wrapped around the engorged, hot flesh. Lincoln gasped sharply, feeling himself throb when he felt a squeeze. He didn't have time to turn around and confirm his suspicions before lips gave him a quiver-inducing kiss on his neck.
He groaned when Leni gently rolled him around in her grip, getting a good feel of his pulse while her maddeningly slow rotations nearly did him in. Her wrist rotated in rhythmic circles while she massaged him with her palms, lighting his nerves on fire as she kneaded up and down his length in quick succession.
God, he wanted to rear his head back and let out a guttural moan, but he didn't forget about Luna. He kept her needs in consideration by not just keeping his suckling lips around her breast but by using the hand that wasn't kneading her other breast to slip it around her waist and clamp firmly onto one cheek of her ass. He was rewarded with a beautiful, raspy groan, along with another romp of her fingers dancing through his hair.
Try as Lincoln might to not lose himself to the stimulation of simultaneously ravishing one beautiful sister while being ravished by the other, he soon found himself at a fork in the road as his spine began to tingle and his toes curled—either halt the action now or have everything end as his oncoming orgasm promised a finish that cut in before their usual grand finale.
In a contradictory mixture of both reluctance and agreement, he chose the former.
Unlatching himself off of Luna, Lincoln took a hold of Leni's kneading hand and panted, "H-hold on. Leni, I'm g-gonna-"
He didn't have to say another word before Leni got the message and quickly withdrew her grip. The pain of loss instantly made him mourn the lack of her divine touch, but it was soon forgotten as he felt himself steadily regain his composure. By now, his cock was still full mast, but it was no longer fit to burst his seed every which way.
"Awwww, I was just getting started," Leni pouted cutely.
Luna was more understanding. "Nah, Linc's right. We can't have our big finish if he's already spent."
Lincoln's heart pounded when Luna gently coaxed him from out of the water, knowing full well where this was leading. Once he was in the middle of the tub, he laid himself across its floor and looked up and Leni and Luna. He enjoyed the view of their crotches from down below, and he fidgeted impatiently while they conversed with each other.
"You can have him tonight, Luna," Leni said.
Luna was taken aback, showing her surprise as her eyes widened. "Again? That's the third day in a row. You sure?"
Leni nodded, and Lincoln couldn't have felt offended at her supposed refusal for indulgence if he tried—he knew better, after all. Leni was usually a selfless lover, allowing the utmost pleasure for others before herself. His lack of stamina meant that once his load was spent once, that was all he could muster for the evening.
He'd be sure to make it up to her the next time, even if it meant he had to try and change her mind about offering Luna another go at him.
With a shrug, Luna gazed down at her brother, the lustful glossiness of her eyes a sight to behold. She swung a leg over him and bent down, her legs coming down to splay around his waist—Lincoln could just feel the tip of his dick melding into her slick folds.
"What'd you say, Lincoln?" Luna asked with a devilish smirk and an arched eyebrow. "You ready to rock?"
Lincoln gulped, but batted down his nerves with a leer of his own. "Fuck yeah."
Luna chuckled and grabbed his wrists. She pinned them by his head, and looked up at Leni. "Hey, sis, looks like our bro's mouth needs a good cleaning, too. You wanna help him out with that?"
Lincoln watched as Leni's lips curled in an impish sneer before she cooed, her voice promising the best of tidings, "Totes~."
Her coquettish grin disappeared from view when she stepped over him, standing directly above his head with her feet on either side. Lincoln only had a few seconds to marvel her glistening, wet vulva before she slowly squatted, cutting off his view entirely as the lips of her pussy grazed over his trembling lips. He wrestled out of Luna's grip around his wrists, grasped Leni's thighs for dear life, deeply inhaled her scent, and groaned—he wanted to taste her so badly, but he was supposed to hold back until he was given the "signal".
The agonizingly long second of reprise ended when his cue for action racked his body with blissful tremors—Luna had grabbed his cock and put it into position before she rocked backwards, slowly shrouding her brother into her and smoldering his loins with hot flashes of ecstatic pressure. It always amazed him how the lukewarm water of the shower couldn't cool him off from the passionate embrace of the fiery furnace between Luna's legs. His back arched up and down as he tried to match her downward thrusts with his upward grinds.
The clenching sensation of her tight walls and Luna's fluttery moans nearly did him in, but he wouldn't forget about Leni. He hissed through his teeth at a particularly heady buck of Luna's hips before he slipped his tongue out of his mouth and curled through the trimmed mass of blonde public hair and ran the tip over her clit. His foggy head couldn't deprive him of her shiver and elongated sigh, and he yearned to do more.
His tongue ventured further, bristling over her clit with a few erratic, jerky circles before he finally punctured through her slit. Her smell wafted into his nostrils, and his eyelids fluttered while she slowly bucked up and down on the balls of her feet. He was practically dizzy already from the combined effort that all three of them exerted into the steps of their sinful waltz, but he resolved to hold on for as long as he could.
Another thrust from Luna made him reflexively tighten his grip on Leni's legs as his tongue centered on her dripping folds, her tasted moisture immediately telling him that it wasn't the water. His tongue lazily dragged all over, though he was still deep in a haze of ecstasy. It made his motions somewhat sloppy, but Leni's deep moans and squeals told him she didn't care.
On the other end, Luna's teeth were biting down on the corner of her lip, her wild bucks working in a faster rhythm than before once she and her brother moved in sync. He tried to breathe heavily to steady his nerves, but all he did was drive himself closer to the edge when he caught another whiff of Leni's essence.
The friction on both sides crackled and pulsed through him, building towards a crescendo that spelled an imminent end. He felt his groin spasm from a strong current of pleasure, and he knew he was close to finishing soon. Drawing more strength into his body, he slipped his hands from Leni's thighs and added his fingers to the mix as they traced over and around her clit while his tongue continued to work over her lips.
He became undone when Leni let out a sharp, warbling cry as she threw her head back, her titanic orgasm forcing her to slip and nearly crush him when her quivering, drenched pussy fell right on top of his face. The domino effect spiraled him out of control and he unloaded his scalding seed in bursting spurts, the end result driving Luna to her own climax. Her core mercilessly spasmed against his rod as she let out her breaths in panting, raspy huffs.
It took them about a minute to finally come down to Earth, grounded as their senses were slowly stabilized. Luna shifted off of him and crawled over to him, stopping as her head cane to rest over his heaving chest. Leni did the same, and she let out a contented purr when Lincoln nuzzled his face against his hair.
He found it funny how counterproductive all of this was, despite the pleasure—he was pretty sure that the whole point of a shower was to get clean, but the aftermath of their unholy unions always made him sticky from both his and their secretions. Still, he'd be a fool to pass this chance up whenever it arrived—it was gonna take more than irony to make him forget how fan-fucking-tasting these showers were.
"How'd we do, Linky?" Leni asked.
"We weren't too much for you, were we?" Luna teased.
Lincoln stretched out his arms and wrapped them around their chests, punctuating his cockiness with a smirk at Luna. "Fat chance. Looks like you're gonna have to try harder."
She didn't bother to retort, but only because she knew the truth. It wasn't anything that Lincoln was afraid to admit, but the idea of lasting much longer than his sisters made him feel ten feet tall (even it seemed like such a pipe dream at this point).
Although, if he had to gauge his sisters' satisfaction with him, without embellishing his stature, he felt that he was tall enough as it was—at least in all the right places~.