"At this point, we might as well just move into a one-room apartment," Lincoln joked as he got up from his bed.
At his computer desk, reclining on his pleather-backed swivel chair and dressed only in his over-large orange button-up, sat his younger sister, Lucy. The goth was busy typing on his keyboard, her pale, slender fingers clacking at the keys as she wrote something for her creative writing class. A mug of half-drunken coffee rested on the desk, but it wasn't hers. Its owner was on the floor, wearing a sweat-stained undershirt and boxers, doing push-ups. His older sister, Lynn, smirked up at him as she finished her third rep.
"Then again," the man chuckled, "I'm the only one who seems to sleep anymore."
"I nap between classes when nobody's here," Lucy explained, then looked back and gave that small smile of hers, "and post-coitus."
"Sounds like a lot of sleep to me," Lynn giggled as she jumped up, "and speaking of coitus… Linc?"
"Really?" her brother blinked, "Now? Didn't we do it for… like… three hours last night?"
"Oh, man up, will you!" the jock rolled her eyes, "I know you wake up hard as a rock. Especially after a night with us."
Lincoln's eyes slid to his whitey-tighties and his hard-on bulging against the elastic. He couldn't fault her; in the months since his sisters had 'convinced' him to enter a sexual relationship with them, they had become more and more intimate with his body, noticing things about it that he himself overlooked – and he with theirs. He sighed in defeat.
"Alright, but can we make it quick?" he asked, "I can't keep showing up late to class…"
"Would you rather show up with a raging boner?" Lynn snorted, "You should be thanking us."
"You know that's not how erections work, right?" Lincoln deadpanned, "And I wouldn't have raging boners all the time if somebody would quit trying to cause them."
"Trying?" Lynn raised an eyebrow, a condescending smirk on her face as she slid her shorts off, "Don't worry, I'll make this quick. Lay down and get that tongue ready."
"Sixty-nine?" Lincoln seemed disappointed, "Again?"
"I can't wear myself out so early in the day, bro," Lynn giggled, laying herself across her brother, "and that tongue of yours feels amazing! Plus, I still need to do my morning jog and haven't had my protein shake yet…"
"Alright, alright, I get it," Lincoln rolled his eyes, spreading Lynn's lower lips while licking his own.
It had taken some time to adjust to the regular sexual experience after their first time. When Lucy and Lynn had first cornered their brother into sex, they had done so by turning themselves into succubi with dark magic. Needless to say, having sex with a demon was altogether different than having sex with a human. Lincoln had enjoyed eating Lynn out when she was a demon, her body tasting sweet and addicting, her sex drawing him in like a flower draws in bees. She had also possessed inhuman talent with her hands and tongue, and the ability to breathe while her throat was constricting around his cock. Such things were absent now, and it had taken Lincoln several days to adjust to the pleasures of his sister's mortal flesh. Lynn's aroma was pungent, but not unpleasant, and something about the sheen of sweat decorating her wholesome thighs and toned ass added to the experience. Saltiness, sweetness, some tang… the flavors had become addicting all over again the more he tasted it.
As for Lynn, she might not have been able to take his entire length in rapid bursts like she had done as a demon, but she had relearned the talents of her succubus tongue, working the dexterous organ along her brother's sensitive shaft, tracing his head, taking him in and massaging every inch she consumed. She felt herself get heady by the flavor of his pre-cum, and by her brother's tongue, teeth, and fingers working away at her core. She felt herself reaching the breaking point. No! She would ensure she won this time; Lincoln was cumming first!
Lucy finished her creative writing paper and submitted it, turning around in Lincoln's chair to watch her closest siblings and roommates practically eating each other. It put her in mind of an ouroboros. A very sexy ouroboros. Without intent, the goth felt her fingers slip to her crotch, working in sync with Lynn's head bobbing and Lincoln's long laps. She watched as both of her siblings tensed and fought against the pleasure, desperate to hang on and let it build. The observation brought a thin smile to her lips. They both talked so much about needing to make their sexual experience quick, and yet they were both trying to draw it out. Slowly the goth worked herself into ragged breathing, rubbing her index and middle finger rapidly back and forth across her clit, biting her lip in an effort to hide her eagerness.
Finally, her siblings came.
As usual, Lincoln's hips rocked once and his body locked, seed pumping in great quantity into Lynn's mouth, and – as usual – the jock kept her lips sealed, throat muscles working to swallow the slurry as fast as it came, careful not to spill a drop. Unsurprisingly, the jock shuddered as soon as her brother's cum spilled into her mouth, the sensation and chemical flavor driving her hormones over the edge, pushing the pleasure she was experiencing from her brother's cunnilingus to a fitful series of orgasms. Sated but far from satisfied, she picked herself up from her brother, straddling him for a moment as she playfully tugged on his deflating cock, biting her lip in contemplation.
"You don't have time, Lynn," Lucy panted, "B-besides… I want my turn, too."
"Sorry, Luc," the jock rubbed the back of her head in embarrassment, "Alright, I'll hit the streets. Remember, it's Friday."
"Yeah, yeah…" Lincoln let out a drawn-out breath as he sat up on the edge of his bed and watched Lucy huff, her fingers moving quickly. He smiled sympathetically at her efforts before getting to his knees before her.
"L-Lincoln…" she said, breathily, removing her shaking hands as he spread her legs.
Lincoln dug into his second pussy for the morning, chuckling at the thought. The idea that he had two sexual partners living with him was astounding. Every morning he woke up wondering if such a thing was reality or a dream, and nearly every morning they'd both be there, either still cuddling with him or more likely roaming around the house, getting ready for the day. Even after several months of the routine, he still couldn't believe his luck. It was all the better because he was so compatible with his lovers. They knew each other intimately even before they began the taboo affair, and they knew each other almost as well as they knew themselves. Sometimes more.
Lincoln had a history of several girlfriends over the course of his young life, but his sexual experience was virtually nonexistent before his sisters seduced him. Anytime he had a girl over, his sisters would butt in, ruining any effort at intimacy. None of his girlfriends could ever get him to their places, their fathers able to detect mischief. As Lincoln lapped up Lucy's fluids – a sweeter vintage than Lynn's, with a subtler flavor – he realized that it was almost always Lynn and Lucy who interrupted his attempts at getting his dick wet…
"Wait a minute…" he stopped moments before Lucy's climax, eliciting a whimper from the goth, "Did you and Lynn sabotage my relationships growing up?"
"Y-your relationships?" Lucy gathered her wits after coming down from Cloud Nine, "N-no, not those. We never tried to ruin your dates, though I suspect both of us thought a lot about it."
"I sense a 'but' in there…"
"Well…" the goth gave a nervous grin, "we might have frequently barged in when we knew you were getting close to your girlfriends…"
"Unbelievable!" Lincoln growled, standing up and leaving his little sister pouting, "I mean, I guess I can understand why you did it now, but… seriously?!"
"In our defense, none of us liked you getting close to the girls you brought home," Lucy returned to her usual lack of expression, "Were you honestly always fine with the boys we brought home?"
"Of course!" Lincoln scoffed, "I helped you and Rocky get together, didn't I?"
"We were kids, then," Lucy said, "I mean as we got older. I seem to recall you having more problems with Rocky and Silas later on."
"Well… I mean, your on-again-off-again relationships were troubling…" Lincoln blushed, "It bugged me to see you going out with so many guys, so frequently. I felt like they liked you for a face you put on, but not for the real you…"
"That's sweet," Lucy genuinely smiled, "but Rocky and Silas did like me for who I was. They were sweet boys. The real reason you grew to dislike them was because you were jealous of sharing me, weren't you?"
Lincoln stayed silent, his blush deepening.
"It's fine," Lucy giggled, "I know it wasn't that kind of jealousy. You just didn't like the idea of some boys stealing your sister away, changing the virtuous image you'd come to know."
"Virtuous?" Lincoln chuckled.
"Alright, so not virtuous," Lucy smirked, "but tell me I'm wrong."
"You know you're right," Lincoln sighed, "I was jealous, but in a brotherly sort of way. I had to accept that you'd leave and wouldn't be my Lucy anymore," Lincoln smiled, "I'm really glad that's not the case, now."
"You don't think it's wrong that you're in an unholy union with two of your full-blood sisters?" Lucy approached her brother, straddling him as he fell back on his bed, "You don't think it's strange that we share a mother and father?"
"After a few months, I've kinda quit thinking about it," Lincoln smirked as Lucy lowered herself onto him, drawing sighs of pleasure from both of them, "Honestly, I think it makes this all the more enjoyable."
"I always suspected you had a sister complex," Lucy murmured into where Lincoln's neck and shoulder met, arms wrapped around him as she lifted and lowered herself, infinitely pleased when her brother's hips rose to meet hers, "It isn't surprising, given the fact you were raised with ten of them…"
"I guess I shouldn't feel too weird…" Lincoln grunted, "…being raised around ten of the most beautiful women I've ever seen… it'd be weird not to get some kind of attraction."
Lucy stayed silent, thinking over that as another part of her mind enjoyed the pleasure.
"Did you ever have crushes on any of us growing up?" she asked.
"I… don't think you want to know," Lincoln mumbled. He felt Lucy lock her heels around his back. "Oh come on! Not the pregnancy threat again!"
"If you don't like the threat, you should ensure you wear a condom every time we have sex," Lucy chided.
"So what?" Lincoln deadpanned, "Anytime I'm in the house?"
Lucy stayed silent, the only noise being her petite build slapping against his thighs. Lincoln rolled his eyes.
"Alright, fine," he sighed, "I had a crush on Leni…"
"That's fair," Lucy nodded, "She's very beautiful, and too kind for her own good."
"…and maybe Lori when I was younger," Lincoln blushed, "before she got all bossy and Clyde started drooling over her. Then, when Bobby and her started dating, I got over it. Bobby's pretty cool."
"Again, that's fair," the goth conceded.
"…and maybe Luna, too," Lincoln knitted his brow at the uncovered memories, "She always walked around in that loose shirt and those panties…"
"…Fair…" Lucy repeated, a blush crossing her cheeks as she thought back to the rocker's shapely legs and ragged clothes.
"…and maybe Luan," Lincoln tapped his chin, "Huh… Come to think of it, I think I've had a crush on all my older sisters at one time or another."
"And your younger ones?" the goth asked.
"Oh, well…" Lincoln grimaced, "I couldn't bring myself to look at you guys that way. You know, with all the stories out there about older siblings taking advantage of younger ones… Even as you grew up and grew more and more attractive, I saw you as someone to protect."
"My knight," Lucy purred, not entirely disappointed in his answer. She unlocked her heels, reluctantly, "Let me reward you."
Lucy picked herself up from her brother and kneeled before him, cushioning his sex between her breasts. The goth was shorter than her older sister, and while she had a petite build, paradoxically she still had more curvature than Lynn's tone musculature allowed. One advantage was more meat on her chest, though she only ever used this secret weapon when Lynn wasn't around, to spare the jock's feelings.
"G-God, I l-love this…" Lincoln's breath hitched.
"I know you do," Lucy smirked. She suckled the head in her mouth as her sweater-puppies massaged the shaft. She smiled around Lincoln's cock as he began thrusting his hips unconsciously, unable to resist the pleasure. "Cum quickly, love; class starts in an hour."
Lincoln allowed himself to enjoy all the pleasure his sister's practiced titjob could provide – which was considerable. Offering only minimal resistance to build the intensity of his orgasm, Lincoln felt himself melt between the warm plush of her chest before ejaculating. Lucy hardly flinched at the explosive spray which spilled translucent, white rivulets across her face and breasts. She smiled at her handiwork.
"Y-you didn't cum…" Lincoln observed as his sister prepared to leave.
"You can pay me back later," the goth smirked, "I'll make my shower quick. We have to leave, soon."
"Friday is Lynn's night, though," her brother noted, sitting up again, "Plus, don't you have poetry club?"
"I didn't say you'd pay me back at home," Lucy's smile wasn't entirely pleasant, "I'll see you at school."
The goth closed the door and Lincoln frowned, contemplating exactly what she had in store for him. Nothing good, but nothing unpleasant. Probably some sort of fulfillment for some weird ritual fetish of hers. She liked to spook things up by bringing obscure sex magic in from various forbidden texts. Lincoln had endured chants, chains, blood runes, and a myriad of other, strange things that he'd be lying if he said he didn't find at least partly-arousing. That was the difference between his sister-lovers. Lucy was like an ornate dagger, subtle, dangerous by its proximity, decorative, and ritualized. Lynn was a hammer, plain and simple – hitting hard and fast and never needing to stop for repairs.
Fortunately, despite their combined sexual appetites, it wasn't as if every second of their free time was filled with sex. Usually it was just an early morning ritual, like a talisman, or at night after a hard day, or on weekends and holidays. Sometimes one or more weren't in the mood. There was actually an entire week where none of the three siblings had any sexual urges at all. That was a weird week…
After a while, Lucy returned, groomed and dressed, signifying the bathroom was empty and ready for Lincoln. Today she wore a black skirt and tank top, with her familiar thigh-high socks and arm warmers, striped in black and white. He made sure to hurry, cleaning himself as thoroughly as could be done in as little time as possible. Getting out of the shower he got dressed for the day. For reasons beyond his two-dimensional understanding, his style of clothing and color palette hadn't changed over the years. Really all he had changed was trading his polo out for a short-sleeved button-up he usually left open, and some blue jeans instead of khakis. Working his dead-end retail job had given him a burning hatred for khakis.
"Alright, let's get going," Lincoln said, opening the door for his younger sister just in time for Lynn to re-enter the house.
"See you later, Linc," she said, pecking him on the cheek as she passed, "I'll shower and meet you guys for lunch, alright?"
The others gave their affirmatives as they left, leaving the house in Lynn's temporary care. Lincoln fished out the keys to their shared ride. A rundown station wagon that looked held together more with prayer than anything else greeted them. Lincoln sighed as the key got stuck in the door again.
"Try jiggling it," Lucy suggested and Lincoln shot her a glare.
After a moment, the door opened. Lincoln unlocked Lucy's side, and she hopped onto the stained seats, both adults wincing at the rusty squeaking of the shocks.
"This thing is made of tetanus…" Lincoln muttered, trying to start the car. After three attempts the engine chugged into life, occasionally skipping.
"Did you ever try and sleep with your girlfriends in here?" Lucy asked, looking at the back of the car as Lincoln pulled out of the lot and headed for the school, "It's pretty spacious."
"I was never comfortable with the idea of doing it outside," Lincoln blushed at the topic, "or in a car, for that matter. Besides, this car? I don't feel like catching a STD from the '80s, or crabs from what's left of the upholstery."
"Fair enough," Lucy murmured, grimacing as she saw a rat's tail slither under the back seat.
The siblings arrived at the campus of Royal Woods Community College and headed their separate directions for another day of classes, studying, and projects. Lynn had already finished her degree by the time Lucy had enrolled and was working for the college's athletic department while she cooled her heels in preparation for the baseball season. She hadn't gotten into any professional leagues, yet, but she was quickly making a name for herself. As for Lucy, she was enrolled in the college's mortuary program, which was hardly surprising. Lincoln was working out his future, juggling various options while leaning towards law enforcement or art, as he had developed quite the skill at comic illustrations.
After sitting through an hour of one class, Lincoln scurried across campus for another that followed the first almost immediately. Finally, with both of his Friday classes out of the way, assignments turned in, and a mountain of new work and reading assigned, Lincoln began to trudge back to where he usually met his sisters to go to lunch. He just had one corner to turn when a familiar voice caught his attention.
"Lame-o?" he turned to see Ronnie Anne Santiago staring at him, an eyebrow raised, a smirk on her lips, "I'll be damned, it is you!"
"R-Ronnie Anne?" Lincoln felt his face heat up a little. They hadn't seen each other since senior year of high school, and here she was. Taller, fuller, and absolutely gorgeous. Or maybe that was just his desire for her playing up. When they had decided to just be friends, he had been lying when he said it was alright. The truth was, their second breakup had left him feeling distraught. "What are you doing here?"
"I go here," the Latina laughed, flashing a brilliant smile, "I enrolled this last semester. My job sucks, so I figured I'd get a degree for a better one."
"That makes sense," Lincoln calmed a little.
"So, how are your sisters?" Ronnie Anne smirked as she asked.
"What?!" Lincoln spluttered, blushing, "I… what do you mean?"
"I mean 'how are your sisters?'" Ronnie Anne furrowed her brow, confused, "You alright? You're acting weirder than I remember."
"I'm fine, and so are my sisters!" the young man replied, grinning nervously, "I… room together with Lucy and Lynn."
"In one room?" Ronnie Anne joked, "I always knew you were close to your sisters, but I didn't think that close."
Lincoln paled as white as a sheet, sweating slightly.
"Linc, relax, it was a joke," the woman chuckled.
Lincoln burst into nervous, high-pitched laughter which sounded extremely forced even to his addled mind. He stopped suddenly, snapping his jaw shut.
"W-well, I've gotta meet them for lunch, so…" Lincoln began walking away and winced as Ronnie Anne kept pace.
"Lunch, eh?" she nodded, "I could go for some lunch myself. Where were you guys thinking of going?"
"Oh, somewhere cheap," Lincoln shrugged, "Maybe the diner."
"That sounds great!" Ronnie Anne grinned, "Mind if I tag along? I haven't seen your sisters in forever! I kinda miss their loco antics."
"Sure," Lincoln said, mentally-wincing at the fact he had agreed without thinking and for the fact his voice had sounded far too hopeful at the chance to hang out with her again.
"Sweet," the woman replied, her smile melting away his anxiety like it always did years earlier.
Turning the corner, he saw Lucy sitting at one of the outdoor tables set up in front of the school, Lynn sitting on the table itself while chugging water from her comically-large jug. Both made to wave at him as soon as they saw him but stopped short as they saw Ronnie Anne in tow. Their expressions shifted from disbelief, to hurt, to anger, and then to a sulky jealousy that, under normal circumstances, Lincoln would have found cute.
"'Sup?" Ronnie Anne greeted once they arrived, dipping her head slightly.
"…Ronnie Anne…" Lucy said, neutrally.
"Linc, what the f-" Lynn began, then forced herself to be calm, forcing a fake smile on her face, "What… are you doing at RWCC?" she hissed out through clenched teeth.
"I enrolled this last semester," Ronnie Anne explained.
"Wonderful," Lynn's eye twitched.
"She's coming with us for lunch," Lincoln explained. His sisters' heads snapped around to glare at him, but he forestalled argument with a raised hand. "She missed you guys and wanted to catch up."
"You missed us?" Lynn narrowed her eyes at the Latina, suspicious.
"Well, I've missed all of you," Ronnie Anne explained, her eyes settling on Lynn for a little longer than either of the other Louds, "Some of you more than others…"
"Well, let's get going!" Lincoln said, oblivious to the import of the comment while Lynn furrowed her brow and Lucy tilted her head in curiosity.
The group was silent until they reached Lincoln's station wagon and Ronnie Anne started laughing.
"You still have that monster?" she asked between fits of laughter, running her hands along its chipped paint and dents with the fondness of memories.
"Yeah," Lincoln sighed.
"Remember when we tried to make out in this death machine?" Ronnie Anne asked, "Then Lynn tackled the passenger door?"
"…Yeah," Lincoln scowled, looking back at the jock avoiding eye contact, "Yeah, that kinda rings a bell."
"Man, the dent she put in the door…" Ronnie Anne snorted, then her eyebrows raised slightly, "Oh, it's still here."
"Lincoln was too cheap to fix it," Lucy stated, neutrally.
"Lucy!" Lincoln hissed.
"I think it adds character, myself," Lynn chuckled, "Besides, it's not like I did any real damage. Even I couldn't bend that frame."
Ronnie Anne said nothing as she took the passenger seat next to Lincoln, his sisters bristling at the insult. They too held their tongues as they entered the vehicle, trying to signal their annoyance to Lincoln via glaring at him in the mirror, but he was completely oblivious as he got the car started and drove out of the lot.
"Any requests?" he asked, finally looking in the mirror and wincing at the sisterly tag-team glare.
"Why don't we ask Ronnie Anne?" Lucy asked, her monotone slightly tinged with disdain.
"Wherever Lynn picks would be great," Ronnie Anne shot the jock the subtlest of seductive looks which made Lynn furrow her brow once more in consternation.
"Uh…" she droned for a moment, "Th-the diner like you suggested earlier sounds good."
Lincoln gave an affirmative and continued the drive.
"Ronnie Anne, what's your major?" Lucy asked.
"I haven't really chosen one yet," the Latina explained, "There's just so many options, you know? I figure I have some time to think about it, though."
"Yeah, you are a freshman, aren't you?" Lynn sneered, "Aren't you as old as Linc?"
"I like to think I'm at a perfect age for college," Ronnie Anne looked into Lynn's hazel eyes with her rich brown ones, staring with an intensity that made Lynn feel weird, "You know, young enough to still have a lot of drive and energy, but old enough to have some… experience."
Something in her voice, in the inflection on the word 'experience', brought color to Lynn's cheeks. The jock turned away, keeping her mouth shut as she chose to watch the city pass by.
"Er…" Lucy looked between the two of them, curious, "Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Lucy," Lincoln hissed a warning.
"Nah, it's cool man," Ronnie Anne chuckled, "Nope. I've had a few boyfriends – and girlfriends – since high school, but I still haven't found that special somebody."
Her eyes drifted again to Lynn, making the jock blush further.
"What about you?" Ronnie Anne asked, still looking at the jock.
"Oh…" Lucy said, "um, I'm seeing somebody."
"Really?" Ronnie Anne quit staring at Lynn, "Then again, I shouldn't be surprised. You were popular with the guys in high school."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Lynn demanded, looking for an excuse to get angry rather than address what was bugging her, "You calling Lucy a slut?"
"Whoa!" Ronnie Anne threw her hands up, paling, "No! I just meant that, like Lincoln, she was pretty popular with the opposite sex, y'know? Your family's pretty attractive," as an afterthought she added, "like you, for example."
Lincoln felt himself smile at the compliment that he was attractive. Well, that everyone in his family was attractive, but it still raised his spirits.
"You think I'm attractive…?" Lynn asked, more skeptical than anything, "Yeah, right. You always were a troll, Ronnie Anne."
"I'm serious!" the younger woman stated with sincerity, "You're downright sexy, girl."
Lincoln nodded agreement, flashing a wink in the mirror. Lynn blushed even more. Stupid Lincoln! Did he not realize his ex wasn't being platonic?!
"We're here!" Lincoln announced, getting out of the car once they were parked.
Lynn spared a glance at Ronnie Anne's hungry leering, gulping as she exited the vehicle and followed her siblings into the diner.
A/N: I'm not entirely sure what Lincoln's career prospects are since I don't actually watch the show. For the purposes of this fic, I went with some fandom favorites: cop/detective or comic book artist.
For this fic, Ronnie Anne returned to Royal Woods during her later middle school and high school years, where she and Lincoln were officially together. They broke up by mutual consent when school ended, but Lincoln wasn't too eager about it, having truly fallen for her.
For plot reasons Ronnie Anne developed a crush on Lynn. I thought it would be fun to break away from the "Lynn and Ronnie Anne compete for Lincoln" plotline I see around.
