Author's Notes:

We have one more chapter to go after this one.

I've got a big twist at the very end of this story. You'll never guess it in a million years (Go ahead and try!)

As always, enjoy!

Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2017)


Lincoln's head was bowed, his shoulders slumped. Self-loathing pooled like cold slime in the pit of his stomach. He counted the number of peas on his plate for the tenth time since sitting at the dining room table; Luan to the left of him and Luna to the right. Yep. Still fifteen. Fifteen peas. That wasn't a lot, when you got right down to it. Peas are very small. How many would it take to fill a stomach? He tried to call up an anatomically correct picture of a human stomach, but instead he saw long, silky legs and blonde hair. Okay. Never mind how many peas it takes to fill a stomach. Just...think of something that isn't your sister.

Fat chance. He'd been trying to think of something besides Lori the whole afternoon, but everything went back to her. Oh, that's a nice cloud, it looks like ~nngh~ Lori's breast! He was so ashamed of the thoughts racing through his mind – ashamed because they were perverted... and because they excited him – that he couldn't bring himself to even look at her. He tried to lose himself in an Ace Savvy comic, but his thoughts drifted to them on the couch... and he was shocked when he found himself wishing he'd kissed her feet and calves instead of just rubbing them; wishing he'd climbed on top of her and kissed her other places... touched her other places...

She's your sister! Gross! But as the day passed and the heat steadily built between his legs, that didn't bother him. In fact... he liked it. It was dirty, forbidden, something that should not be done, but would feel soooo good~

He tried to touch himself, but the only thing he could think of was Lori, and some small part of him refused, so he tucked it back into his pants and tried to ignore the heaviness in his testicles. They were full... full of brotherly love, and all it would take to release it was a sister's touch.

Oh, God, I'm so disgusting!

Poor Lori. She had no idea that her sweet, kind, caring little brother, whom she loved in a normal, sisterly way was secretly lusting after her. It was like each thought was a betrayal of her trust, like each pump of blood into his constantly inflating member was a slap in her face. Lincoln's stomach clutched, and he felt sick.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Mom asked.

Lincoln drew a heavy sigh and pushed it out. "I-I don't feel good. Can I be excused?"

"Okay," Mom said in a worried tone.

Lincoln got up (making darn sure to avoid looking at Lori), cleared his plate, and put it in the sink. Upstairs, he went into his room and laid in the darkness, his hands laced over his quivering chest. He had to snap out of it. It isn't right to feel this way about your sister. You're supposed to love and protect your sister, not think of... doing things... to her. He pressed his hands miserably to his face and tried to block out the images. Why not just rape her? That's what you're doing, Lincoln. You're raping her with your mind and she doesn't deserve that. She gets on your nerves and she can be kind of mean, but overall she's a good sister, and here you are thinking dirty, horrible things about her!

When a knock came at the door, Lincoln tensed. Go away, leave me alone. I'm a pervert and should be locked away.

"Lincoln?" Lori asked, her voice muffled, and Lincoln's heart sputtered to a stop in his chest. Oh no! He threw a frightened glance around the shadowy room. Where could he hide? Under the desk? Under the bed?

No! Why were his lips moving? Why were his vocal cords issuing sound? Why was he saying, "Come in"? Lori, no! It's not safe! I'm a mad dog rapist! Don't look at me!

But those two words had set in motion a chain of events that he could not undo. The door creaked slightly open, Lori poked her head in, her long, slender fingers found the light switch and snapped it on, revealing her little brother sitting nervously on his bed; like a bug whose protective rock had just been taken away. His face was the color of milk and sweat stood out on his brow. He flashed a weak smile, and Lori's heart twisted in pain.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

Lincoln's head bobbed up and down. "Yep. Never better."

Lori crossed her arms and fixed him with a scrutinizing stare. His smile grew and the sweat increased. She sighed and came over to the bed, pushing the door closed behind her. "Really, Lincoln, what's wrong?" she sat and laid a calming hand on his leg. Only it wasn't calming at all. It made Lincoln twitch and shake. "You literally look like you're about to hurl or something."

"J-J-J-J-Just stress," he chattered. "You know... fifth grade sure is a killer." He smiled widely, hoping she bought it and did not see the desire in his eyes.

"Hmm," she said, "well, if you're stressed, why didn't you say something? I told you I give a great massage."

"Massage?" Lincoln asked nervously through clenched teeth.

Lori nodded. "Yep. Take your shirt off and turn around."

Lincoln's entire body tensed. "Uh..."

Lori cocked her head and sighed. "Fine. I'll do it." With that, she yanked his shirt over his head, threw it aside, and spun him around by the shoulders, all before he even knew what was happening. When she laid her warm hands on his back, he gasped and tried to pull away, his member already starting to stir. "Relax, Lincoln, jeez," Lori said, pulling him back against her. He could feel the warm weight of her perky breasts pressing against him, and he squeezed his eyes closed.

Her fingers danced across his shoulders and his skin tightened. Oh no. He was getting hard. Well, harder. He pressed his hands against his crotch and squeezed his legs closed, but that only made matters worse.

"How does that feel?" she asked lowly. Her breath was hot against the back of his neck. She flattened her palms and rubbed over the hump of his shoulders and down the plane of his scrawny chest.

"It-It feels g-g-g-good," he said. When she drew her hands back, she hooked her fingers and grazed her nails along his flesh like a playful kitten. "Ahhhh... nngh~"

Lori giggled and shifted so that her lips were almost touching his ear. The warm kiss of her breath made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Oh, God, this is so wrong... she has no idea what she's doing to me... and no idea what scum I am!

"You're really... tense," she whispered.

"I g-g-g-g-guess," was all he could think to say.

"Why don't you relax, Linc? Let your big sister take care of you."

She rested her chin on his shoulder and ran her hands down his back, tracing the outline of his shoulder blades and his spine with light, teasing fingers. The sweet, clean smell of her hair and her gentle touch made Lincoln feel like he was going to spontaneously combust. His flesh turned red and hot from the crown of his head to the tips of his toes, and his lungs burst. His erection pressed desperately against his hands, begging for release; his lap was hot and... was that a wet spot? He removed his hands and gaped at the tiny dark patch where his head was. I'm such a freak!

"Lori..."

She ran her hands down his chest again, over his slamming heart and down his stomach. He gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. "Lori, s~"

When her hands crawled over his and she kissed the side of his neck with warm, wet lips, he went rigid. What was she doing? "L-L-Lori..."

"Lincoln," she panted, "just relax. I told you I'm going to take care of you. You're the best little brother a girl could have and you deserve... the best... a sister... can offer." She removed his hands from his lap and a ripple of fear went through his stomach. She craned her neck over his shoulder and her breath hitched. His secret shame was revealed.

Instead of recoiling in horror, Lori made a low purring sound in the back of her throat. "Ummm, hi, Lincoln~"

"Lori," he said quickly, his heart slamming, "I-I can explain."

She hugged him tight, her small breasts flattening against his back. Her lips brushed against his fevered cheek and he shivered. "There's no need to explain. Just... let your body do the talking." She dipped her hands between his legs and cradled his bulge. Red sensation burst across his brain and his heart sputtered in his chest. He tried to work up saliva, but his mouth was an arid wasteland. "Nngh~ Lori...!"

"Shhh," she said, and rubbed her hands over him, her fingertips raking lightly along his pulsing head. He was dizzy and a mixture of emotions rumbled in his stomach. He was vaguely aware that he was leaking crazily, the wet patch growing. "It's natural, bro."

Lincoln gulped. It didn't feel very natural...but it did feel so, so, so good! He flopped his head back in the crook of her neck and let out a deep, shuddery breath. She pressed deeper, moved slower, the heels of her palms gliding over his pubic mound and her fingers tracing his outline. He shuddered. "Uhhhh... this isn't right..."

"Of course it is," Lori said, and kissed his earlobe. She was getting just as wet as he was. "Doesn't it feel good?"

"~Um-humh~"

"Then, just go with it."

Lincoln quaked as she moved her hands up his bare stomach, her fingertips exploring every dip and ridge and curve. His socked toes curled and he bared his teeth. He was like a keg of dynamite ready to blow, and the slightest little movement would set him off. He imagined exploding and splattering everything with his... um... brotherly love: His bed, the wall, his beautiful older sister... it felt like there was enough in there to flood the whole house. He twitched and squirmed. The thought of blowing his top while Lori watched was both horrifying and arousing. Her eyes would widen and her lips would purse as he threw his head back and cried out, his rod jerking as it spurted...

Lori's hands slid between his legs again, and he started to shake. Oh, no. It was happening. He felt his climax rushing up from his depths, and he tried to beat it back but to no avail.

"~Lori...~"

"Shhh," she said, and planted a sensuous kiss on his shoulder. "Let it come..."

His hips bucked violently and he cried out. His member jerked, and warm, sticky brotherly love pumped into his briefs. He fell limp against his sister, who panted as she felt his bulge quake beneath her hands...she could even feel his gooey seed. "Oh, my gosh, Lincoln," she said shakily. Her center was throbbing hotly and a dark spot covered the crotch of her shorts. "That's so hot."

Lincoln didn't respond. "Linc?"

At the moment of his first orgasm with a girl, the poor boy with the cowlick had fainted.