Midgar9210: I figured I'd change things up in this story and not spend chapter after chapter having them go back and forth on their emotions. I think it worked out for the best – this time.

Guest: That totally sounds like something I'd write.

Luan virtually skipped to school that morning, the warm taste of her brother's cum coating her mouth. Lynn, usually the faster walker of the two, had to hurry to keep up with her. "You're full of energy this morning," she said, then narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Did you steal one of my sports bars?"

"Nope," Luan said with a shake of the head. "I ate something else." Her eyes flashed knowingly, and Lynn's brows furrowed. Allllright. "Twenty million somethings, really."

Lynn snickered and poked her sister's stomach. "I can believe it. You're gaining weight."

Usually a remark like that would elicit a shocked response; today, Luan ignored her entirely, her smile never wavering.

"Hey, chuckles, you got a little something on your chin there," Lynn said, pointing. Luan's smile widened. "Drooling all down your chin like Leni during a math test," Lynn said and shook her head. She poked Luan's chin, and her fingertip came back sticky. "Ewww." She blotted her hand on her gym shorts.

"Shouldn't have touched it," Luan chirped and wiped her mouth. As Lynn watched, Luan licked her palm and sighed contentedly. "Yum."

"You're weird," Lynn said.

The rest of the day Luan found herself smacking her lips and daydreaming about the way Lincoln's hot, pulsing dick felt in her mouth...and the way his cum shot against the back of her throat when he released: Uhhhhh, it was nice. And the sounds he made...the little grunts and groans as she slid her lips wetly up and down his shaft...there was something immensely satisfying in knowing that she was the one making him moan like that. Oh...and Lola walking in and almost catching them...talk about hot. She wished she wore panties, because she was getting wet just thinking about it.

An image of Lincoln's face...his goofy smile and his freckles...danced across her mind...and she felt a mixture of guilt, disgust, and self-loathing: It was easy to think of his dick and get hot, but his face? His face was a reminder that he was her little brother.

Even though that made her feel bad...it was kind of hot, too. Forbidden sibling lust...doing things to your brother that you shouldn't be doing...putting his penis in your mouth and opening your legs for him...

Oh, yeah, that got her motor running, so much so that when the bell rang and she got up, the seat was slick and her skirt was kind of damp. She considered going to the girls room and taking care of herself, but decided against it: When she got home, she'd have Lincoln take care of her. One touch might be enough, and the idea of cumming after a single brush of his fingers sent ripples of pleasure into her core.

Three miles away, Lincoln lie in bed, the covers pulled up to his waist. After coming in and checking his forehead the way Lola had, Lori decided he should stay home from school. "You're, like, all pale and quivery. You literally look like you're going to die."

His other sisters (save for Luan) were crowded around the bed, and Lana gasped. "Lincoln's going to die?"

"I call his room!" Lynn said.

"I call his body," Lucy said. "The Young Mortician's Club could really use it."

Leni started to cry. "I don't want Lincy to die!"

"I'm not going to die," he said, holding up his hand. "It's...it's just a stomach bug. I'm fine."

Wishing him well, his sisters filed out until only Lucy remained, watching him intently from behind her bangs. Lincoln sighed. "Yes, Lucy, if I die you can have my body."

A ghost of a smile touched her face. "Thanks, Lincoln." She turned and walked out, shutting the door behind her and leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Holy shit, Luan sucked my dick!

He laced his hands behind his head and took a deep, shivery breath. Sure, he felt a little ashamed of himself (she was his sister, after all), but damn, that felt good. And you know what? Knowing it was his sister made it even better.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

Eh, a lot, apparently. Oh well. He wasn't about to launch into some long anxiety-filled self-loathing tirade. He liked getting his dick sucked by his sister and there was no use in playing cat-and-mouse with that fact...just like there was no use in debating with himself whether he would or should keep perusing Luan, because he was totally going to.

At some point, he fell asleep, and when he woke up, it was noon and he had a text from his mother asking how he was feeling. He replied, telling her that he napped and felt a lot better "but still kinda queasy." After texting back and forth with her for a while, he put his phone aside and got up, his stomach rumbling. Dad was at work and Lilly was at the sitter's, so he had the house to himself. Kind of strange: He was rarely ever home alone, and the pervasive silence was unnerving.

In the kitchen, he stole one of Lynn's sports bars and ate it as he leaned against the counter. What the hell does Lynn see in these things, anyway? They taste like cardboard. Hey, guys, I have a big game today, so instead of eating something that'll give me energy, I'm going to eat this cereal box, if you don't mind. Ummm...cardboardy goodness!

If he wasn't feeling lazy, he'd make some real food. Actually...wasn't there some leftover noodle casserole in the fridge?

Uh...yeah, no, he'd rather eat cardboard smothered in plastic sauce than have another helping of that shit. Dad...gotta love the guy...but he was an awful cook. I get it, thirteen people to feed, not the easiest thing in the world, but come on. They have better food in prison.

When he was done with the bar, he threw the wrapper into the trash and started to leave, then backed up and buried it under a bunch of other trash: If Lynn came home and saw that he pinched one of her precious sports bars, she'd be pissed.

Upstairs, he started for his room, but his eyes fell across Luan's door, and he paused, an idea coming to mind. No, man, that's perverted.

For a moment he stood there, his hands on his hips and his lips pursed in contemplation. Fuck it. I am a pervert. He opened the door and slipped in: Bright afternoon sunlight fell through the window and painted the carpet a rich, warm gold. He sniffed deeply, and imagined he could smell Luan. Does Lisa have cameras set up?

That gave him pause. He glanced around, but didn't see anything obvious. If she did, he already looked guilty, but...oh, fuck it. He went over to Luan's dresser, pulled the top drawer open, and grinned at the neatly folded stacks of panties. Red, green, white, yellow, blue, a virtual cornucopia of sinful delight ripe for the sniffing. He grabbed a blue pair and lifted them to his nose, breathing deeply of her warm scent. His eyes rolled back in his head and his knees quivered. Oh, yeah.

You know...she probably wouldn't mind if he 'borrowed' these.

Balling them up and holding this close to his chest, he left the room and darted into his, where he stretched out on the bed and laid them over his face. His sister's musk filled him, and his dick swelled tight against his inseam. God, he couldn't wait until she got home.

When Luan got home, Lori, Leni, and Lynn were sitting side-by-side on the couch. On TV, Dr. Phil was talking to a guy who said he turned into a canary on the third Monday of every month. Hm. Luan doubted...her train of thought totally derailed when she saw the back of Lincoln's head poking up from the armchair. Her heart went pitter-patter and her slit dampened. She unconsciously licked her lips as she casually swayed over and dropped onto the arm. He glanced up from his comic, and a devilish grin spread across his face. "Hey," he said.

"Hey," she replied, leaning forward with half-lidded eyes. She stroked his cheek. "How you feeling?"

"Better...now," he said.

She giggled and dropped into the chair next to him. Lori and Lynn both glanced at her, their brows lifting in an identical expression. Leni's eyes remained glued to the TV: Birdman was, like, really cool.

"How was school?" he asked.

Luan sighed. "Long and hard."

Lincoln grinned. "That's not the only thing that's long and hard."

On the couch, Lori's mouth dropped open. What did he just say?

Giggling, Luan sidled closer. "I bet not." She put her hand on his leg and squeezed. He grazed his teeth across her bottom lip. Lori glanced at Lynn; her mouth hung open too. Leni was oblivious, but that was par for the course.

"I have an idea," Lincoln said.

"What's that?" Luan asked and batted her eyelashes.

"How about a massage? Since today was so rough."

Grinning, Luan nodded. "Yes, please." Lincoln opened his legs, and she climbed between them, thrilling when she felt his bulge pressing against her lower back. He placed his hands on her shoulders and started to knead her muscles with his thumbs. She sighed and leaned her head back, caressing his nose with her ponytail. "That feels really good."

He worked lower, pressing firmly and rubbing with expert fingers. Luan's skin tingled and her center flooded with hot passion. She could feel her face burning and her nipples getting hard. She opened her eyes to slits and saw Lynn and Lori watching them with obvious shock. That made it even hotter! She rubbed her thighs together and moaned. "Really good."

"Yeah?" Lincoln asked huskily and leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

"Ummm."

His lips touched her neck and she shivered. "Ummm...Lincoln..."

Lori looked at Lynn. "What the fuck?" the jock mouthed.

Alright, this was getting out of hand. Lori cleared her throat. "Uh, Lincoln, Luan?"

Lincoln's hands snaked around Luan's hips and danced up her stomach, his lips wrapping around her earlobe. "Knock it off!" Lori roared, jumping to her feet. Both of them jerked and looked at her; both were red-faced and panting. "I don't know what the hell is wrong with you two, but if I ever see anything like this ever again, I'm telling Mom and Dad!"

"I was just giving her a massage," Lincoln said innocently.

"You were practically fucking her!"

Luan rolled her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic, Lori."

"Yeah," Lincoln said, "it's, uh, a Tibetan mouth massage. It really releases the tension." He hid his smirk behind his hand; Luan turned away so Lori wouldn't see her fighting back a giggle.

"Don't be a smartass," Lori said sharply, her nostrils flaring. "Luan, go to your room. Lincoln, stay right there."

Luan's shoulders shrugged. "But, Lori –"

"NOW!"

Luan sigh, got up, and stalked up the stairs, throwing a sexy look at her brother. "Later," she mouthed, and Lincoln nodded.

Lori loomed over her little brother, her arms crossed. "What was that about?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said, and leaned back in the chair. "She had a rough day so I gave her a massage." He shrugged and picked up his comic. "I've done the same for Lynn a million times and no one's ever had a problem with it."

Lynn sputtered. "Not like that. You were sucking her ear off."

He held up his comic. "I told you, it's a..."

Shaking her head, Lori turned away and sat on the couch. "Just...shut up, Lincoln. What you and her were doing is sick and it ends right now."

"Okay," he said casually.

"I'm watching your little ass," she said.

"Watch away, sis, watch away."

Lori turned slowly toward the TV. Her phone rang in her pocket, and she jumped. When she saw who it was, she smiled and answered. "Hi, Bobby! Yeah, I'm alone." She stood and went up the stairs, laughing as she went. "Oh, Bobby, you're so dirty." Lincoln watched her over the top of his comic, a predatory smile cutting across his face. Ha, one down, one to go. He glanced at Lynn, who trying really hard not to look at him. Jealous it wasn't you, Lynn?

Lynn would be easy to take care of. He looked around. All he needed was...aha, there it was, a football sitting by the front door. He tossed his comic aside, got up, and went to it, grabbing it off the floor. Lynn watched him warily. "I'm in the mood for some football. You wanna play ball, Lynn?"

Lynn's eyes narrowed. "You never ask to play football; you're planning something."

He shrugged his shoulders. "If you're afraid your wimpy, dorky little brother is gonna mop the floor with you, that's okay. I'd be embarrassed too."

She snickered. "You think you could mop the floor with me, Linc? You're out of your mind."

Lincoln tossed the ball into the air and caught it. "I think you're a little bitch. How's that leaky vag working out for you?"

Eyes flashing, Lynn jumped up. "Let's go. Your ass is done."

He followed her into the backyard with a little smile. Poor Lynn, she was so easy; she made fun of Leni being dumb, but when you got right down to it, she wasn't much better.

Outside, she took up a position by the fence and he went over to the opposite end of the yard. Roughly a hundred feet separated them. "Throw the ball, homo!" she cried, waving her hands.

Winding up, Lincoln snapped the ball as hard as he could, and watched with satisfaction as it sailed over the tips of Lynn's fingers and then the fence between theirs and Mr. Grouse's yard. "No!" Lynn wailed. Mr. Grouse had a policy: If something came over the fence and landed in his yard, it belonged to him. "My ball!"

Snickering, Lincoln walked over as Lynn climbed up onto the fence and peered over. "Gee, Lynn, I'm sorry," he lied, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I don't know my own strength."

Lynn scanned the yard and spotted her ball under Mr. Grouse's back porch. "I oughta make you go get it." She threw a leg over the top of the fence and dropped down. When she was out of sight, Lincoln whipped out his cellphone and dialed a number.

Mr. Grouse answered on the second ring. "What do you want, Loud? Wheel of Fortune is on."

"Lynn's in your backyard. I told her not to but..."

He heard Mr. Grouse's back door slam open. "Caught you red-handed, Loud!" he yelled.

Lincoln grinned as Lynn sputtered out a reply.

"Sit down on the step," the old man said. "I'm going to explain to you again why it's wrong to go into other people's yards."

Ha! That gave him half an hour.

Feeling ten feet tall and bulletproof, he went inside and crossed through the living room, where Leni was still glued to the TV. "Hey, Leni," he said, and she grunted something that might have been 'hello.' Perfect.

At the top of the stairs, he poked his head into Luna and Luan's room. Luna was sitting at her desk doing her homework, and Luan was cross-legged on her bed, her laptop balanced on her knees. She looked up, and grinned. "Hey, Linc."

"Hey," he said, "can, uh, can you come help me with something?"

Luan snapped her laptop closed, threw it aside, and jumped up. "Sure, Linc. We'll have a ball. Maybe two."

"Yes, you will," Lincoln said. In his room, he shut and locked the door, and Luan pounced him, knocking him back onto the bed and pushing her tongue past his lips. He slipped his hands up the backs of her legs to her butt, his tongue battering against hers.

She broke the kiss and looked down at him. "I'm so fucking hot for you, Linc."

He grinned. "I'm hot for you," he said.

She leaned in and curled the tip of her tongue over his lips. "Let's do it." She hopped off of him and laid back on the bed. Lincoln straddled her and pushed her skirt up her legs, his breath catching when her blushing, glistening pink flower was revealed. Her heat and her smell washed over him like a warm summer breeze, and he inhaled deeply, his member pressing insistently against his pants. "Do you like it?" she asked.

Lincoln unzipped his pants and pulled his rod out. It was flushed, pulsing, and already starting to leak. Luan's jaw dropped. "I'll take that as a yes!" He slipped his pants and underwear down and planted his arms on either side of her. He dipped in and kissed her neck. "No foreplay," she panted, "I'm already there, just fuck me."

Okay! Lincoln shifted his hips and aligned their sexes, his tip pushing past her folds and pressing against her slick opening. She bit her bottom lip and nodded. Lincoln nodded back, and jerked his hips down, plunging into her and pushing her velvety walls apart. She cried out and wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms flying around his neck. "Yes!"

Lincoln thrusted deep into her and moaned as her insides formed tightly around his quaking shaft. The heat was incredible...the wetness dizzying...he bared his teeth and jerked forward, striking the opening of her womb. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she started to shake, a hitching series of gasps escaping her lips.

Hot lead welled up in Lincoln's stomach and he squeezed his eyes and teeth closed and tried to fight it back. "Don't move!" he moaned. He could save himself...but the slightest movement would knock him over the edge.

Luan trembled against him, her hips rocking against his.

"Stop!"

"I'm t-trying," she stammered, "but I'm c-cumming."

As it on cue, her muscles clamped him, and that was it: He expanded and then exploded, shooting his load deep into her stomach. Luan winced as searing liquid filled her insides, her own orgasm gaining strength even as it ripped through her body.

Lincoln flopped limply against her and tried to catch his breath. She rested her hands on his butt and did likewise. "That's one way to come together," she said, and tittered. Her throat was tacky and her heart was racing. Her brother's seed sloshed inside her and was beginning to dribble out around his shrinking dick.

"You're funny," he said. He pulled out and rolled off, lying pantingly next to her. For a long time neither of them spoke, Luan relishing the feeling of his cum dripping down the crack of her ass and Lincoln fighting to keep from falling asleep. "Linc?" Luan finally said.

"Hm?"

She rolled onto her side, propped her elbow against the bed, and rested the side of her face in her upturned palm. "I know we just had sex and all...and it was awesome, but, uh, do you think we can, like, not...you know...make a big deal about it?"

Lincoln glanced at her. "You mean just have sex and not fall in love or something?"

"...Yeah."

He grinned. "Siblings with benefits."

Luan's eyes lit up. "Exactly!"

Something occurred to him. "Now that I had my nut and I'm not so consumed with lust, I'm beginning to think we made a huge mistake downstairs."

Luan snickered. "Don't worry about Lori. I have a little dirt on Miss Mean and Bossy. I have dirt on everyone, come to think of it. Plus there's always..."

"Oh, yeah, your cameras."

Luan nodded. In her pursuit of comedy gold, Luan had set up a plethora of hidden cameras around the house. Lincoln remembered what he did earlier, and chuckled nervously. "One of the tapes from today might show me sniffing your underwear."

She laughed. "Linc...I had your dick in mouth...and you blew your load in me...I think you're allowed to sniff my panties. If that's what does it for you."

He shrugged. "You weren't around."

"I am now," she said, and kissed his cheek. She started to get up. "I need to clean up." Lincoln grabbed hold of her wrist and winked.

"See you later?"

She shrugged. "Maybe."

In the hallway, she shut the door behind her and took a deep breath. Was it just her, or could she smell their mingled love in the air? It was intoxicating and made her dizzy. She could certainly feel him coursing down her thighs, and that made her shiver. It –

"Oh, you little bitch."

Lori was coming down the hall, her eyes blazing and her shoulders lifted. Uh-oh. Ducking left, Luan threw herself down the stairs, taking them two at a time. She glanced over her shoulder; Lori was pounding after her. "Mom!" she cried, "Dad!" At the bottom, Luan raced into the kitchen and jumped into a seat at the table. Her father was standing at the stove with a pink apron on and a steaming pot of something on the stove before him. "Dad!" Lori called, and he rolled his eyes.

She came into the kitchen, and fixed a withering gaze on Luan. "Dad, Luan..."

"Lori," Luan interrupted, "I think before you talk to Mom and Dad, you might you want to see something." Luan's eyes flashed mischievously. "You really need to see it."

Lori's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Luan grabbed an apple from a metal basket on the table and took a big, crisp bite. "Just a little home movie...from the other day."

Lori's heart clutched. She wasn't talking about...?

The younger girl got up and brushed past her. "C'mon, Lori. I can't wait to show you." Dread gathering in her stomach, Lori followed as, in the kitchen, her father shook his head. He loved his girls...but they could be so goddamn dramatic sometimes.

"I swear to God, Luan, if you're..."

They were at the top of the stairs now. Luan opened Lincoln's door and poked her head in. He was lying in the dark, where she had left him. He sat up. "Hey, Linc, could you come here for a sec?" He started to nod, but froze when he saw Lori. Oh, shit. His oldest sister's nose crinkled as warm smell of incest tickled her nostrils.

Swallowing hard, Lincoln got up and followed Luan and Lori into Luan's room. Luna was nowhere to be seen. "Have a seat, guys," Luan said, nodding toward Luna's beanbag chair. She went to her closet and rummaged around as Lori and Lincoln sat. Lori's face was pale and her eyes were filled with worry. What was this dirt Luan had on her? It had to be something bad.

With an "Aha," Luan found the tape, came over, and pushed it into the VCR. She dropped down next to Lincoln and put her arm around him. "You're gonna like this, Linc," she said, "it's hysterical."

Lori was trembling.

On the screen, Lori was sitting on her bed and looking at her phone. A face appeared at her window, and she jumped up with a smile. She lifted the sash, and Bobby crawled in. Almost immediately they started going at one another like a couple of horny kids. He pushed her back onto the bed and started kissing her neck and fondling her breasts. Lincoln laughed. "Oh, just you wait," Luan said, "it gets better."

After a few minutes, they were both shirtless. The door opened, and Leni appeared, her eyes closed and her head bobbing from side to side. Lori and Bobby froze as Leni crossed to her vanity. A sound must have betrayed them, because her lids sprang open, and she gasped.

Luan picked up the remote and pushed a button. The scene fast-forwarded. When she hit play, Bobby was lying naked on Lori's bed while Leni stroked his dick and Lori passionately kissed her sister's neck from behind.

Lincoln and Luan both burst out laughing. Lori hid her flushed face in her hands. After a minute of this, Lori shoved Leni back against the bed and started kissing her lips. Bobby lay there for a minute before sitting up and raising an eyebrow. Lori pushed Leni's dress up, yanked down her panties, and buried her face in the younger girl's snatch. Lincoln and Luan pressed their foreheads together and cried with laughter as, onscreen, Bobby tapped Lori on the shoulder; she shoved him away, and a few minutes later he got dressed and climbed out the window, looking annoyed.

"Not only is she a mean, bossy bitch," Lincoln said, "she's a hypocrite!"

"It just happened, okay?" Lori moaned. "I didn't mean to do it."

"And you were gonna snitch us out," Luan said and shook her head.

Lori sighed and looked away. "Fine. I won't tell if you don't."

Luan touched her chin with her index finger. "I don't think that's enough." Her eyes lit up as an idea hit her. "I know."

She shifted off the beanbag chair and knelt between Lincoln's legs. She laid her hands on his knees and smiled seductively. "Wanna help me punish Lori?"

Lincoln nodded.

"Good."

She unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. It was just as hard and hot as it had been a few minutes ago. Lori gasped and looked away, throwing her hand up to shield her eyes. Sure...something sorta kinda happened between her and Leni, but that didn't mean she wanted to see her little brother's dick.

Wasting no time, Luan wrapped her lips around Lincoln's head and pushed slowly down, flicking her tongue along his underside and working up enough salvia to sink a battleship. Lincoln threw his head back and moaned as she reached his base then pulled slowly back up. On the second pass, she went faster, slowly increasing her speed until her head was flying back and forth in a blur. Lincoln's eyelids fluttered and his breathing was getting heavy. He was close.

Sensing this, Luan pulled back, aimed his dick at Lori (who was still looking away), and gave it three rough yanks. He grew in her hand, then spurted like a stepped-upon éclair, his load splattering Lori's bare knee. She screamed and jumped up, her feet tangling; she fell, and Luan pointed his dick at the backs of her legs; silvery cum splashed against naked flesh. Lori let out a wordless cry and stumbled to her feet, sobbing into her hands now.

"That was fucked up, Luan," Lincoln said when he heard Lori's door slam.

Luan shrugged.

"And hot."

She grinned. "Hey, I have an idea to make...us easier. It involves one of our other sisters."

"What?"

She told him, and he grinned. "Let's do it," he said, and they did.