James: Fuck, now you're actually making me want a LunaXMichelle lewd. If only there was a yuri-loving author that would allow his dark side to take over and write one out ~~so I can rub one out~~
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When Luna told Lincoln she needed to take him somewhere, he had expected that they would be driving. But things clearly didn't want to be that easy for him, as the two of them set out to Luna's planned destination on foot. Luckily, the sun was obscured by the clouds, which were so thick and gray they seemed more like smoke.
Lincoln walked besides Luna the whole way, and every once in a while would look at her to check her general mannerisms. She seemed well enough on the surface, but Lincoln couldn't ignore the visible twitch on her hand, or the rolling bead of sweat that descended from her brow from time to time before she wiped it away.
This is important to her, he could tell.
After around two hours of walking (thankfully accompanied by a short break at the halfway point) Luna stopped and pointed across the street.
"We're here," she announced, a relieved smile on her face.
"Finally," Lincoln gasped. Luna looked down at him with a contrite look on her face. She had forgotten that he was one of the less athletic members of the family.
"Sorry to make you walk the walk, bro, but you know about my whole thing with driving..."
"It's fine, it's fine," Lincoln waved his arm dismissively. "Just tell me… what am I looking at, exactly?"
Across the street was a small strip mall, consisting of a few close building and stores. It was all connected by a series of confusing stairways that looked like they came out of an M. C. Escher painting. Like, seriously, who puts railing on the side of a building?
"Second store, right next to the Good Sport Sporting Goods."
Lincoln squinted as he read the large sign hanging above the store in question. On one side was a giant, bold musical note. On the other side was an old vinyl record. And in between, in red, capitalized letters…
"The Spin Cycle?" Lincoln read. "Luna, what are we doing at the record store?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Luna asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. Lincoln shook his head, and Luna gave a throaty sigh. "I wanted to show you something from my Lulu days. It's, uh, pretty important."
"Oh. Are you sure you want to?"
Luna smiled, though there was no humor on her face. "I'm sure. It's something I needed to share with someone, and I've opened up to you about everything else… and with everything else," she purred, causing Lincoln's face to glow red. "So come on, lover boy, let me show you this."
"Only if you promise to never call me 'lover boy' again."
Her sly grin returned to her. "No promises."
Before entering the record store, Luna put on a pair of sunglasses and powdered her cheeks, hiding her dark freckles.
"Do you really think anyone's going to recognize you? I mean, you look pretty different when you dress up like Lulu."
"Maybe I just want to put on sunglasses, damn," she shot back with irritation. The young man rolled his eyes, but elected to just go along with it.
The somewhat disguised Luna and Linc went into the store, and Luna immediately gasped and clasped her hands together. The Spin Cycle was a special place for her growing up; she often came to check out the new labels and listen to any hit singles they would play over the speakers when they felt like it. She and Sam used to have a blast doing subtle dances to the beat blaring over their heads…
I wonder if Sam would've liked to see what I'm about to show Lincoln…
"Alright, this way, dude," she started walking down the left aisle, her brother walking slowly behind her. His eyes, not as experienced in the music field, scanned over many CDs and albums by bands he'd never heard before, but he did notice one thing… they had some pretty awesome cover art. Monsters, dragons, zombies… the science fiction geek inside him was begging for him to slow down and look a little longer at the cool drawings.
Finally, Luna stopped, rubbing her chin as if she weren't exactly sure if this was the right place. "Let's check," she muttered to herself as she started clawing through rows of albums. She dug around for a few minutes before finally declaring "Found you!" and lifted a single CD box over her head, a proud and victorious grin on her face.
"Great. What did you find, exactly?"
"One of the most important things to me. Basically the only good thing that came out of my time as Lulu… this, little bro, is my entire discography."
"Your what?"
Luna huffed before answering.
"Every song I ever performed as Lulu is on this disc. It's my… my first real album. Play It Loud, by Lulu Loud" she said with a faint smile. Feeling a year's worth of work in her hand caused her some internal strife. On one hand, the abuse and mismanagement she had been forced to put up with was some of the worst experiences of her life (she'd never forget how she was locked out of her own room with a faulty key and forced to sleep outside in the cold) as an artist and a musician, she couldn't stop herself from being proud of the songs and music she was able to share with the whole world. This small collection of songs was being listened to by everyone from Royal Woods to Moscow.
It was a rush, to say the least.
"Do you know something they don't put on the box, Lincoln? This album is actually incomplete."
"Incomplete?"
"I wanted there to be thirteen songs for the first collection… one for each member of the fam, from Popstar all the way down to little Lils. It didn't even have to be really specific, you know? Like my song for Lynn was really energetic and hyped, like she is, and my song for Lana just mentioned animals every once in a while. Still, it was a show for love for my people. And I even wrote a song about my story. But..."
"It's incomplete, right?"
Luna nodded, and Lincoln sighed. "Yeah, I could tell because there were only twelve. Who's the unlucky Loud that didn't get a song dedicated to them by the best rocker in the world?"
"Ah, hell," Luna wrapped her arm around his neck and gave him a light noogie, much to his protests, "I ain't the best yet, little bro."
"But to answer your question," Luna said as she let the gasping boy go, "It's, uh… it's Luan."
"I'm guessing it's not because you couldn't come up with something for her."
The brunette shook her head. "Naw, dude, it's just that every time I put my pen to the paper or fingers to the board… I got nervous. Luan is my… was my best friend growing up. And I had one chance to really show that. What if I messed it up? What if it sucked? What if she hated it?"
Her head hung low, staring at the ground with disappointment in herself. "So I ended up with nothing to show her. And an album that I honestly don't know if I'll ever complete."
She looked back down at the case in her hands. Her thumb ran over the small, tight space between Lynn's song (Walking Trofy) and her own (What Everybody Wants). The place where her closest sister's track would've been if she… if she had actually been good at the music biz…
Maybe Lisa was right that one time… maybe I should've gone with serving food at cafeterias…
"You know, Luna, it's not too late..."
Her eyes lifted off the box, and found Lincoln's warm, encouraging smile. "Luna, you're one of the best singers I know. And that's not just me saying that. However you feel about Lulu, people loved her. People loved you and your music. Maybe you have a little writer's block or worry but I honestly think… no, I know that you can write something great for Luan if you want."
"Doesn't even matter. She barely wants to talk to me anyways."
"Maybe this is how you show her that you care. In your way. I don't think you'll even allow yourself to mess that up."
Luna swallowed, allowing her younger brother's words to sink in.
Then she smiled.
"You know what I always loved about you… you always have the solution to everything..."
Lincoln chuckled softly, lightly tapping the side of his head. "Ten different sisters means I deal with a lot. It's part of why I became the man with the plan."
"And the Girl Guru," Luna laughed as he cringed with an embarrassed blush. "Luna, come on, don't bring that up," he grumbled, digging his hands deep in his pockets and trying to make himself seem small. He was so adorable when he was flustered, Luna cooed mentally.
"Yo, shopkeep, how much is this?" Luna yelled at the pimply young man texting behind the counter. The teen had a repulsively greasy matt of hair falling over his eyes, yet he could still see what Luna was holding and answered "Twenty-something, give or take," in a weaselly voice.
"You're going to buy your own music?" Lincoln asked, confused.
"It's not for me, obviously. And keep it down, I'm supposed to be incognito, remember?" she hissed under her breath.
"I thought you just wanted to put on sunglasses," Lincoln answered cheekily.
Luna didn't have a response. She stuttered and raced to come up with an explanation, but eventually gave up and settled on punching him.
When the two of them returned home, Lincoln stumbled his way into the kitchen and ripped a carton of lemonade out of the fridge and started chugging the whole thing down, much to the disgust of Lola. "DAD! Lincoln's drinking from the carton again!"
The sides of Luna's red lips twitched into the shape of a smile as Lola, Lincoln and her father all started loudly arguing with each other. Her mind was elsewhere, however, and more importantly she was pretty tired after the long walk home. She slowly crawled up the stairs and shuffle walked her way towards her bedroom, narrowly dodging Lucy's bat colony flying at her direction.
She turned on the lights and tossed the compact box onto the lower bunk of her bunk bed. At first, she wanted to take a nap on her own bed, but when she glanced at just how much closer the bottom bunk was…
She threw herself at Lincoln's part of the bed, and sighed with relief, her muscles finally relaxing. "I can still smell him on this," she murmured, taking a handful of blanket to her nose and inhaling her brother's scent. He smelled as bad as any other pubescent male, but the fact that he was her pubescent male made his smell a bit sweeter…
Can't tell if that's romantic or creepy… I don't know, who cares?
The knob of her door buckled, and Luna quickly shot up off his bed and stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, stiff as a statue. Lincoln walked in, grumbling obscenities to himself. "Next time we go out, Luna, remind me to get a small drink from the store."
"Or you could just, you know, pour your juice into a cup?"
"Lana gets to do it, I don't see why I can't."
"Dude, last time I caught Lana drinking from the milk carton I threw it in the trash and set the trash on fire. No joke."
"Alright, alright, I get the point..."
"Besides," Luna said, suddenly shifting into a more seductive tone, "If you want a place to put your lips… I got a few places for them..."
A beat passed as Luna's words hung in the air.
"Luna… that was one of the most clumsy attempts at seduction I've ever bore witness to in my life. I don't have much to compare it to, but that was easily the worst. I don't even know if I can-"
Luna raised her shirt, allowing her freckled breasts to spill out.
"Then again, what kind of a lover would I be if I allowed my precious girlfriend to go to bed unsatisfied?"
"Hell yeah, little man, keep going!"
After Luna had closed the blinds and Lincoln had locked the door, the two quickly got undressed and pounced onto the bottom bunk with each other. Luna paused for a moment, placing the album they had bought earlier on a desk, and quickly kissed his lips with passion. Her tongue invaded his mouth forcefully, and the two organs wrestled with each other as Lincoln and Luna breathed and tasted each other's essence.
She pushed him down, pressing her body on top of his. Her lips never moved from his as her hand squeezed his cock and directed it towards her sopping cunt. She sunk onto his length with a loud moan, and Lincoln, running on animal instincts, began thrusting into with vigor.
Her face was burning with blushing heat from just how good it felt. Lincoln had improved since before, she noted. He was a bit less reserved, less worried about messing up and was finally allowing himself to just plow her open slit. His girth stretched her walls more than they usually got stretched, and every time he would quickly ease himself out and then allow himself back in with a strong, shuddering jerk.
"Fuuuuck, Linc, I gotta say I like you're new roughness."
"I, ah, figured you didn't want someone holding your hand while you have sex," Lincoln grunted, his mind focused on digging as deep into Luna's womb as he could manage.
"I do like a rough boy toy, but…"
Her hand moved down the young man's soft arm, reaching his hand which clasped her hips firmly. She cupped his hand with her palm tenderly, and gave her brother a soft smile. "Never said I was against touching your hand, dude."
Even in the midst of sinful, decadent sex, the two didn't forget their familial love.
The two shifted and moved as Lincoln's lovemaking got faster. Luna was vibrating as she helped him by bouncing up and down on his dick, her eyes half-lidded and nostrils flared. With a yelp, the two of them fell on the floor, and Lincoln speared his sister so hard that the tip of his dick hit the back of her womb really hard.
"Fuck!" Luna's hoarse throat let out a husky cry of pain and pleasure.
"Luna, switch positions," Lincoln grunted, and Luna nodded. Lincoln pulled out of his sister's vagina, stroking himself with impatience as he watched Luna waddle over to the bed on her knees, her asscheeks shifting and swaying, and lay her upper half on the mattress, her arms spreading across. Her pert nipples dug into the blanket, and her fingers did the same as Lincoln mounted her from behind.
He spread his legs on either side of her hanging bottom, and he quickly spit on his hand, rubbing the lubrication on his burning erection. He rubbed his slimy dick against her sensitive lips, and Luna cried out with a soft moan.
Lincoln grinned, and jammed his hardness deep into her pussy with a heavy groan.
He hugged the top of her slightly muscular stomach tightly as he started rutting into her. The bed's foundation creaked and rocked so hard Luna was afraid the whole thing would collapse on top of their heads.
Maybe she could have Lisa make some kind of magic glue to keep it together before they got into the really rough sex…
At this point, both of them were sweaty, panting globs of flesh desperately seeking pleasurable release from one another. Every time Lincoln's dick swelled he brutally fucked her harder, and her eyes rolled back into her head and her entire inner physiology throbbed and clutched him.
And while Lincoln was rocking her privates, her sensitive clit rubbed against the mattress and sent a firework of bliss right up Luna's nervous system.
Luna maneuvered herself carefully, making sure that Lincoln could still go in and out of her with ease, but also enjoying the rubbing of her clit against the bed. So, with every thrust he made inside her, she lurched her entire waist forward, and rubbed her tingly, swollen clitoris against the mattress.
Luna felt like she was in heaven. Though, given that she was fucking her brother, she'd probably never know what real Heaven was like.
But that was okay. Maybe the underworld would have sympathy for the devils she and her brother had become. An eternity with Lincoln would be her ideal end.
And with that stray thought brewing in her mind, she finally screamed as she started to orgasm. Her legs shook underneath the added weight of her brother, and her whole body lit up with a warm, quivering feeling. She screamed and moaned and even giggled a few times before biting into the mattress, riding out her orgasm with jerks and flinches in Lincoln's direction.
But Lincoln hadn't cum yet, and Luna was far from selfish.
When she had allowed herself a few more seconds of one of the most amazing feelings in her life, she turned to look at Lincoln with a wide grin on her face. Lincoln removed his organ from her spritzing opening, and Luna quickly turned to face her brother.
She dutifully took her balls and erection in her hands, playing with them gently. She began rubbing his coated penis as she sniffed the musky scent wafting from his testes. "Smells just like your bed," she whispered.
"Wh-what?"
"Nothing~" she smiled playfully. Her rubbing motion stopped, and she opened her mouth wide to swallow his erection. Lincoln moaned loudly as his older sister began bobbing her head along his length.
"Yes… yes… take your brother's dick," he ordered in a domineering tone. That was pretty interesting to Luna. Usually doms took subs as sex partners. Two doms together… that could be interesting…
She listened to him, though, and gracefully polished him off. Her painted lips stained his entire length, and her glistening tongue danced along his member, tasting every fleshy and nectary flavor it had to offer.
"L-Luna… I..."
"Dwoit," she muttered into her blowjob, not even removing his prick from her mouth as she said it. She knew he was about to say he was going to climax, and she intended on drinking every drop.
True to her intentions, she offered no resistance as Lincoln exploded inside her mouth, and his thick salty seed filled her to her breaking point. The boy shuddered and sighed with relief as he finally finished, and fell back to the ground, now eye-level with Luna.
His whole body heaved with every pant, but he still mustered a weak smile. "You're amazing, Luna."
"Thanks, bro. I work hard on my techni-"
"Not that. I mean you're just amazing… as you."
"O-oh," Luna stammered, glancing nervously and innocently away... as if she didn't literally just chug a gallon of his spunk. She returned his smile. "You're amazing yourself... lover boy," she said with a cackle.
The two basked in the haze of their afterglows, and Luna looked over at the door. She smiled, knowing that none of her family could ever interrupt the beauty of this moment. They'd never understand, but she and Lincoln… they understood each other. And even if it meant Hell… even if it meant hiding in the shadows just to sneak a kiss…
They were still together.
Luan Loud yawned as she sat back in her recliner. She had a hot cup of mocha in her hand. Her eyes were thin and squinting as she glanced over every monitor she had, connected to all the cameras set up in the house. You never know when a funny moment's going to happen, after all.
However, the glow was starting to hurt her eyes, and she decided to put the cup down, sighing. She didn't need to stay up all night burning her retinas.
She glanced over Lana and Lola's room, as the younger twin screamed at her roommate about one of her stray cats tearing through her tea bags ("Looks like that cat's out of the bag!"). She looked over to the kitchen, and watched as Lori carefully peeled fruit for Lily ("You two make a great pear!")
Luan had to scowl. Her puns sucked lately. And somehow she had the sneaking feeling that it wasn't really her fault. Rather, it was the fault of some kind of… cosmic being writing down her actions, who was incapable of producing a single decent joke.
"Whatever," Luan grumbled. She was getting really tired now. Maybe just one more room before I give up for the night… you know, I haven't checked in with Lincoln lately. Where is he? Is he in Luna's room?
And so Luan clicked a few buttons and found herself staring right into her former room.
Staring at something she couldn't believe.
She rubbed her eyes, and checked again. It was still there.
She flipped to another room and went back, hoping maybe it was a mistake. It was still there.
"I… I, uh… oh no, I'm going to-"
The image of her brother and sister copulating was seared into her mind as she vomited into a nearby trash can.
Sorry about the long wait for this one. Got hit with a bad case of writer's block after the first few words.
