It had been two hours since the crushing defeat of the Hazeltuck Lions at the hands of the Royal Woods Squirrels. When the dust settled, the score of 8-2 capped off the Squirrels' fourth victory in a row.

And in a rare showing of exceptional prowess, Margo was the center of it all.

Although the team captain, Lynn Loud, was undoubtedly the team's star player, Margo wasn't a slouch. Though she was usually a dependable asset (as the only member on the team who could call herself a "jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none"), she had torn into the competition with red-hot pitching, graceful catches, and near perfect hits. By the end of the game, she had been responsible for five of the Squirrel's points and was the center of praise from cheering fans and teammates alike.

But as nice as all of that felt, none of that adulation compared to what Lynn had told her after the game. At the benches, just before Lynn had left for home, she imparted a promise of some sort of...reward. When Margo asked her what it was all about, all Lynn had told her was that it was a token of appreciation that she had been thinking about giving her for a while now.

"For the way you played out there today," Lynn had told her with a grin and a sly raise of an eyebrow, "I figured I'd spring it on you a little earlier than I had planned. Just swing by my place after I call you, okay?"

Once the call had come through a few minutes ago, Margo was on her way, treading through Lynn's neighborhood with a pep in her step. The girl was almost too hyped up for her own good—she had nearly kept her sweaty softball outfit on before leaving the house, only remembering to swap into a fresh pair of her sports clothes at the last second.

Despite the minor setback, she was still all smiles. After all, she had nothing but high hopes for Lynn's promise. With little left to her imagination, the clear blue sky above her head was the limit as far as she was concerned. But ironically, it was that freedom that let her drift through so many possibilities and not able to focus on one likely candidate.

By the time her mind settled on the idea of Lynn fixing her a giant meatball sub, she was already strolling along the walkway to the Loud house. The eager energy in the pit of her belly spiked when she saw the front door opening before she could even step foot on the porch steps. There, waiting as she leaned against the doorframe, was Lynn. She coaxed her to close the distance faster with a "come hither" gesture, and Margo was more than happy to oblige as she raced over to her in a gentle sprint.

"You ready?" Lynn asked, sporting that same sly smirk from back at the park.

Margo's fists clenched in anticipation. "Hell yeah, I am."

"Good. He's ready, too."

Margo's brow wrinkled in confusion. "He?"

Lynn's eyes widened as she let out a gasp, a telltale sign that she had apparently said to much. Margo, thinking she had made some ground with unraveling the mystery before its grand reveal, was ready to pry for more telling information.

That is, until that look of aghast shock was revealed to be nothing more than a feigned ruse—the panic on her face quickly melted away and was replaced by a cheeky smile.

"Oops. Guess I said too much already," Lynn replied, a playful hilt in her voice.

From there, Lynn took her by the hand and led her towards the staircase. In the back of Margo's mind, one thought dominated the rest: 'S-something tells me this isn't gonna be a meatball sub.'

"Uh, isn't this your brother's room?"

Out of all the questions Margo had for her current situation, that was the one that felt the most appropriate. Not only was she only faintly familiar with what Lynn's house looked like upstairs, she didn't have the foggiest idea how (or perhaps, if) Lincoln factored into her plans.

Too bad Lynn was too busy having fun with being a smartass to be helpful.

"I dunno," she said coyly. "Why don't you open the door and find out?"

Though she had a few misgivings about entering another person's bedroom, especially one belonging to a boy she hardly knew, Margo shrugged them off and did as she was permitted.

'Hey, it's not like I'll be the one who gets in trouble if I'm not supposed to be here,' Margo thought as the door opened all the way back.

She followed Lynn inside, though her motions were slowed by apprehension. By the time she made it all the way inside, her nervousness was coiled in her gut and her limbs shook with a slight tremor as she peered around. There was no sign of Lincoln anywhere yet she couldn't help but dread for the worst.

Just what the hell was Lynn up to?

Before she could rationalize Lynn's enigmatic behavior, she jumped in place as she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. She hurriedly looked over at Lynn, watching as she stood there with a smirk and her arms folded.

...

'Hold on.'

If Lynn's hands were...w-were over there, then who was-

She let out a squeak and felt her back shiver when those hands lazily dragged over her shoulders, down her biceps, and came to rest at the pit of her arms. Then, she let out a shallow, shuddering breath as the tips of those fingernails skated across her sensitive flesh, the motions pricking up goosebumps along her skin.

And when she heard a dark chuckle from behind, the gears in her foggy head began to turn. "L-lincoln?"

She barely got his name out through through her shaky whisper—she was far too stunned and aroused by his bold touches to fight back, let alone articulate her thoughts. Five minutes ago, the thought of a boy unexpectedly feeling her up appalled her. But within a few seconds, she was already putty in the hands of a master at work.

And by her luck, Lynn had made it so that she could be Lincoln's canvas.

Her eyelids fluttered and her core throbbed when she felt him press his body up against her, the solid ridge in the front of his jeans nudging into the crease of her butt through the fabric of her thin shorts. Even with everything that was happening, she still had no clear direction about where Lincoln was going with this.

But when his hands started to do a gentle press along her forearms, eliciting a lustful moan to creep out, she didn't care—she just didn't want whatever this was to stop.

"Ahhh," Margo sighed softly, feeling the warmth of Lincoln's breath ghost over her neck.

"Give her the business, Linc," Lynn said, her voice sounding distant in Margo's head. "Let her know how much I really appreciate her performance."

With that, she gave the recipient of her scheme a wink and finger guns as she walked out, closing the door with a resounding click that made Margo's thundering nerves bristle—the promise of more pleasurable intimacy with no one else around, more than that sound itself, sent her heart rocketing.

Lincoln's lopsided smirk grew when another moan filled his ears. He was working over her upper arms now, the palms of his hands kneading the swell of firm muscle in the middle of her biceps. He was barely a few minutes into his abrupt massage and he was already hooked on the feeling of Margo's toned body and the twitches he felt under his strokes.

But he couldn't chalk up this satisfaction solely to how thrilling it was to touch her. More than anything, it was her responses that pleased him the most. Everything from the way her body trembled with pleasure and the breathy panting he coaxed out of her told him that he was making her feel really good.

But that didn't mean he couldn't double check, just to be really sure.

Lincoln brought up his chin to the crook of her neck and whispered, his hushed voice puffing against her ear and making her shudder, "Oh, you like that, huh?"

He preened when she slowly nodded, her jerky movements brushing his lips against her earlobe. He was nearly tempted to give the heated flesh of her ear and neck several quick pecks, but he restrained himself in favor of singing her praises.

"Good. You made my sister really happy." He shot his hips forward in a subtle thrust, his clothed erection gliding smoothly against her ass. "I really appreciate that."

By now, his thumbs were applying pressure to her triceps, running firm circles into her muscles and across her goose-pimpled flesh. Another bolt of roaring fire shot through to his groin when Margo quivered, her erratic spasm inadvertently brushing the sides of her small breasts against his knuckles. That didn't keep him from noticing how her legs shook as she slightly swayed to and fro. It made him chuckle in amusement—the poor girl must've been doing everything she could to keep herself from collapsing while his talented fingers slowly but surely brought her to pinnacle of ecstasy. It filled him with pride to see her in such an aroused state of bliss from the way he touched her arms—he was sure she'd melt into goop once he moved onto more intimate territory.

With one last firm, languid session of squeezes up and down her forearms, his hands and body drifted away from her as he took a few steps back. He pent down a frown at the cold feeling of separation from her warm, taut body, knowing that it wouldn't last long, anyways. He just wanted to take everything in, to see her face and the desire etched across her features before he dragged this out further.

He took her by the shoulders again and gently nudged her around until he was looking into her eyes. He grinned appreciatively at the cloudy haze in her unfocused gaze. Her mouth hung loose in an "o", her shallow breathing rushing in and out at a steady pace. The bright blush across her face was the most beautiful sight of all. He couldn't help but reach forward and cup her right cheek, dragging his thumb along her freckles.

"You got pretty firm arms," he said lowly as he closed the gap between them, stopping as soon as her chest began to brush up against his. His other hand clasped one of hers. "I can't wait to see how the rest of you stacks up."

Another spike of arousal ignited his loins when her eyes widened and her lips formed a trembling grin. He wasted little time in dragging her to the side of his bed and gently pushing her down by her shoulders until she was seated. He took once last look in her cloudy, lustful eyes before he crawled onto the bed and slipped behind her, his legs dangling on either side of her hips as his crotch nearly pressed into her rear.

Now was the time to step it up. He reached up and gripped her hat before he flung it off into the corner. He marveled at the sheen of her brown, sandy locks, and he didn't hesitate to thread his fingers into her hair and rub her scalp with the smooth pads of her fingertips. He nearly succumbed to sheer elation when her body sagged forward and a quivering sigh came out of her.

Next came her neck. He could feel the tightness of her tendons and muscles as his thumbs sunk in, leaving her begging for his touch through her heady moans. Lincoln ran his fingernails around her neck, grazing the skin of her throat and chin in small circles. He delighted at the way it made her breath catch and another tiny quake echo through her.

Soon after, his hands found her back, and he opted for a more sturdy approach—he balled up his fingers into fists and lightly jabbed her muscles with his knuckles, driving the hard bone into her with grinding thrusts. It made him pant heavily in unison with her. Next to her arms, her back housed the firmest of her muscles. Even so, he could almost feel them melt under his touch, and he wondered how much all of this was turning her insides into squirming jelly.

The onslaught of sensation must've really taken a toll on her, Lincoln thought, when her head lolled back and onto his shoulder. Her body leaned into him more, and her arms left her lap to splay her hands on either side of him. He looked down and felt his dick twitch when his new vantage point afforded him easy access of the smooth column of her neck—he had resisted the temptation to kiss it before, but he wouldn't deny himself now.

His hands departed from her back to run along her sides, his fingers drumming across her ribs. Meanwhile, his lips latched onto her neck in a fiery kiss as he breathed in her scent through a sharp inhale. Her mewls only coached him on, and soon his frantic kisses were supplemented with gentle nips of his teeth and fleeting swipes of his tongue.

All the while, Lincoln made sure to mind his hands, making sure that they weren't touching her breasts...just yet. For now, he was more than content to slowly escalate the intimacy and look on as the sexy athlete before him shuddered and sighed from what he was allowed to do to her.

'Thanks, Lynn. I owe you big time.'

Margo gazed up at the ceiling through her half-lidded eyes, her vision blurry from the ecstasy of Lincoln's groping. Bolts of lightning struck though her sopping wet sex, racking her with aching throbs like nothing else. His hands were a gift from the gods—there was no other way for an eleven-year-old boy to have this much skill working over a girl's body like he had a lifetime's experience under his belt.

Had her breath not been spent on shallow pants and moans, she would've begged for more, more of his sweet kisses and godly fingers to light up her nerves and cook her brain in a thick, heavy fog that she didn't want to go away.

Before he had pulled her to his bed, there was an internal conflict, a impasse that had seized her autonomy. While she had no qualms of being utterly powerless to him, there was a part of her that wanted to tell Lincoln to move on from his agonizingly slow foreplay and delve into a climax-inducing act that would send her soaring through the stars.

On the other hand, it was the lack of relief to her near painful aching core that aroused her even more, especially when her lack of objection meant that Lincoln could pleasure her any way he damn well pleased.

She finally made her mind up with what he did right after she felt him slowly graze the silky surface of his lips along her neck, stopping right at her earlobe. When he gently clenched the nub of flesh in his teeth and slightly pulled back, her eyes fluttered closed and she let out a throaty moan. God, how she wanted him to do the same to her hardened nipples, tugging at the tips of bundled nerves and skin with devious finesse.

She had to speak up. NOW.

Margo managed to force out one word through her hoarse voice. "Lin-Lincoln?"

Against her deepest wishes, his hands stopped, coming to rest a few inches above her waist. He unclenched her earlobe, drawing his lips up to her ear to murmur, the vibrations of his voice buzzing pleasantly through her, "Hmmmm?"

She could almost see the knowing grin on his face, as if he knew how mad with lust he was making her and what she wanted him to do about it.

"M-more," she begged, her wanton desires veiled by her brief but equally as desperate plea. "Please. T-touch me more."

She half-expected him to chuckle wickedly into her ear before he replied with his acceptance. Instead, he gave her no answer—at least, not with words. When she felt his idle hands stir back to life, she craned her neck down to get a better look at what he was doing.

And then her breath caught in her chest as swirls of warmth thrummed in beat with her quickened heart. Lincoln's fingers were grasping the hem of her shirt now, and she swallowed thickly. His hands were rising, tugging up her shirt along with their ascent. They stopped just before the bottom of her black training bra could peek out. Margo wondered what was the big idea behind the sudden halt, but Lincoln seemed intent on not letting her speak on it—that was her impression when he suddenly gripped her waist and moved to lay back on the bed, pulling her down until she was laid out across his body.

She clamped her bottom lip down with her teeth when she felt his hardened length pressing into her lower back, the heat of his erection seeping through his jeans and warming her now bare back. She felt another tingle of electricity zip down her spine when his hands left her waist and glided over her stomach. Her ears picked up on his tiny gasp, and she only had to wait a few seconds before the source of his wonder became obvious to her.

"Ooooooh~." He was playing with the muscles of her taut tummy, running his fingers along and in between the ridges of her abs. They weren't all that developed (at least compared to Lynn), but it seemed that Lincoln couldn't care less. He was taking it even slower than he was before. It was as if his light, teasing touches were reverent in their worship of her, slowly appreciating all the hard work and training that had sculpted her muscles.

Margo gasped, another wave of goosebumps popping up across her body when his nails came back to torture her as they grazed her fluttering stomach and circled around her bellybutton. The dips he made with the fingers from one of his hands got lower, tracing the firm strip of muscle below her navel, just above the waistband of her shorts. His other hand went in the opposite direction, lazily dragging upwards until the tips of his nails arrived at the fabric of her bra. She sucked in another breath, only to expel it in a low groan when his fingers slipped underneath the thin material and smoothly sailed across her nipple.

She trembled and lurched backwards, twisting and grinding her body against his as her loud panting filled the air. She felt fit to combust from the magnitude of pleasure that swelled to new heights at the stimulation of her nipple as he plucked it between his fingers. The ecstasy was amplified by the motions his other hand, the palm slipping downward, further and further, until his entire hand wormed under her panties.

Margo's eyes widened. Was he...was he going to...?

She clenched the muscles in her thighs in a vain attempt to brace herself. The impotency of her gesture crashed onto her like a violent tidal wave when she felt the fingertip of his middle fingers graze over her entrance, pushing in just enough to insert the upper half of it in—it was almost as if her soul left her in that instant, leaving the body behind to be thrown about in the merciless throes of white-hot rapture.

She bit back a scream when his thumb pressed against her clit, though she couldn't stop her chest from rising and falling rapidly and her toes from curling. Another explosive burst of pleasure collided into her loins when his middle finger jerked forward, nearly sheathing the entire digit inside of her. The hand that was massaging her breast left and trailed up her chest, over her collarbone, up her throat, and finally over her mouth. He cupped his palm over it, giving her left cheek a tiny stroke with his thumb.

"It's okay," Lincoln whispered. "Go ahead and scream all you want."

Just then, his exploring finger began to pump into slowly, the erratic motions bristling against her sensitive walls. Lincoln's hand did the trick in muffling the loud gasping and moans that otherwise would've traveled through the house. It didn't take long for his tormenting finger to curl and straighten slowly, running it over the sensitive patch of tissue that made her shudder. She could feel it swell under his touch, and she writhed from the oncoming feeling of release that was buzzing in the base of her spine. Margo's hands gripped the bedsheets, and she shut her eyes—the buzzing was getting stronger and it was only a matter of time before-

"Mmmmmmmmph!" she cried, the last flick of Lincoln's finger making her back arch and her limbs shudder. Her hot juices flowed out, coating Lincoln's finger and dribbling down her thighs and staining her shorts. Lincoln uncovered her mouth, allowing her dazed panting to ring out with hindrance. His glorious finger came out, and he took a moment to wipe the wetness against his shirt before he used that hand to weave his fingers through her hair and rub calming strokes against her scalp. He slipped out from underneath her and laid beside her, looking right at her with tenderness in his eyes.

"Was it good?" Lincoln asked with a smile, as if he needed to.

Margo, still not completely off her euphoric high, could only manage a weak nod.

Lincoln leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself."

They sat there in silence for a little while until finally found the wherewithal to speak. "How did you do that?"

"Do what?" Lincoln asked.

"All of it. That was fucking amazing."

Lincoln chuckled. "Well, let's just say that I had a pretty good coach."

On the other side of the door, Lynn had her ear pressed into the wood, a proud smirk on her face.

"Damn right, he did," she murmured haughtily.

Needless to say, Margo was enjoying the sweet perks that came with being her best friend. Had it been anyone else that played like she had today, Lynn would've lifted their spirits with a generic rousing speech and a firm pat on the back. But not Margo. She deserved the best, and that was what she had aimed to do with her surprise.

It was also needless to say that this was only the beginning. Call it her competitive spirit getting the better of her, but Lynn was eager to set up something like this again. Not only that, but she was primed and ready to join the dance when the next time came around. While it was true that Lincoln was a quick learner, he was still just a learner. He might've been great with everything that he knew, but that wouldn't be half as impressive as everything that SHE knew.

And she was determined to make sure that Margo would agree with her.