If there was one thing Lincoln did not expect from his athletic sister, it was for her to be able to enjoy the slow life. Sports and competition dominated her mind, and as such, she would need to be agile and energetic, never pausing for a minute. At least, that was the impression he would sometimes get of her.

And yet here she was, sitting in the same small booth as him, physical activity seeming to be the last thing on her mind as she sat before him, simply enjoying her frozen treat.

Two waffle cones, Lincoln had purchased for them. Looking down at his, he couldn't help but feel it was a little… blander, than Lynn's. He was perfectly content with his helping of vanilla and coconut, but Lynn's more colorful choices of lemon-strawberry cake and caramel frosted Oreo (Do those even mix well together? Lincoln thought) put him in a sense of shame. Evidently, that shame was notable on his face, as Lynn, right before taking another lick of her ice cream, paused, her honey colored eyes gazing questioningly at her younger brother.

"If you don't want your ice cream, I'm happy to eat it for you," Lynn offered, her tongue running across her reddish lips with appetite. Vanilla was meh, but coconut… that stuff went perfect with the raspberry-fudge cheesecake swirl flavor.

Lincoln broke himself out of his daze and muttered a quick "No thanks," before taking another lick. The cold temperature of the dairy delicacy was a welcome change of pace from the heat of the outdoors, but the sweet flavors and creamy texture exploded onto his tongue.

Lynn still stared though, crooking her head slightly to the right as she studied her brother's features. Lincoln felt a static tingle run through his body; whether it was from the chilled ice cream or his sister watching him with her soft brown eyes was unknown to him. Eventually, the tomboyish girl broke into a slight grin, and her cheeks felt warm despite the nature of the place and food. "Lincoln… are you thinking about impressing me with your ice cream choices?"

Lincoln's eyes widened at her accusation, and Lynn laughed. Her brother's shyness and dorkiness was so adorable. He was like a cute, startled deer in headlights.

And he was even trying to impress her with his food choices… Lynn hadn't been on too many dates, but from what she heard from her older sisters, guys loved to choose exotic and interesting choices to amaze their dates. And here her brother was, doing the same with her.

Forget deer; he was like an sweet lost fawn.

"N-no I'm not," he said, flustered. His face started to boil, and the cold climate of the parlor was not doing anything to stop it, as his cheeks went redder and redder. He imagined that if he pressed his cone to his face, the frozen cream would immediately vaporize into a milky steam of sugar and artificial flavoring.

So he won't admit it. I guess I'll play ball here, Lynn thought to herself before sighing. "Well, Lincoln, we're here to enjoy ourselves. I don't think it matters what you get, as long as you're spending time with your favorite big sis."

"But you don't think it's… boring, do you?" he shyly asked, avoiding her gaze as the intense blushing calmed to a softer, yet still present, shade of red. It dawned on Lynn what the young boy was saying to her.

He might as well have said "You don't think I'm boring, do you?"

Linc, seriously, you're my brother. Ain't nothing less boring than letting your younger brother stick himself in your oven and screw you like a bitch in heat. Speaking of which, let's do that right now.

Lynn didn't allow her thoughts to be said out loud, and instead opting for the more tender and loving approach. She reached across the table, placing her hand over Lincoln's stray hand, and cupped his flesh within her palm. The younger boy's eyes shot back to her face, and their eyes met. Lynn's mind was met with powerful explosions of euphoria and emotional/sexual rapture. Christ, just a look is all it takes, huh?

"No, Lincoln. I don't," she spoke slowly and softly, "I think it's great just the way it is."

Lincoln beamed gently at her, flipping his hand over and allowing their fingers to wrap around each other, and the two paused to enjoy each other's embrace. Their snacks were completely forgotten, the hands that held their cones dropped to the side. The two teens in love simply stared at each other, the passionate brown and hazel of her eyes meeting the picturesque blues and azures of his eyes.

"Hey Lincoln."

"Yeah Lynn?"

"Do you remember… when we were younger… and Mom used to put us together in bath to save water?"

Lincoln chuckled quietly. "I remember. It was a lot of fun back then."

"Well… let me tell you about one time… one really special time that I remembered…"

"Admiral Ducky, prepare to fight the fuzz monster," a much younger Lincoln said with childish glee, and he rested his yellow rubber ducky in the warm waters of the tub, reaching for a purple bath loofah, which he envisioned as a terrifying monster in his playful imagination.

"Purple poofs are the least of Ducky's problems," Lincoln heard a voice from behind him cry, as his older sister Lynn lunged at the small toy, grabbing it and lifting it over her head with a loud and triumphant roar, finally launching the toy from her hand across the bathroom.

"L-LYNN!" her brother complained. The young girl turned back to her white haired brother, a wide and mocking grin on her face, but when she saw her brother, her smile faltered from her face.

"Linky, did you get shampoo in your eyes?" she asked. Even at a young age, she knew that she had to be at least slightly responsible for her younger sibling. And right now… the boy was crying. Two streams of tears rolled down his face from his red eyes, and he sniffled and choked back any loud cries. His chest puffed and pumped with effort, and he attempted to rub away a few of his tears with his hand.

"No, Lynn… you… you threw away my ducky…" he sobbed.

Lynn was shocked. He knew her brother had an affinity for toy animals (he always carried Bun Bun around the house with a bright smile) but she didn't think he would cry over it…

A voice inside her told her to be tender with the small boy. So she was.

"Linky, I'm… I'm sorry," she said, approaching her brother and wrapping her arms around him. At first, she felt the young man attempt to push her away in anger, but his slippery hands and lack of natural strength caused him to give up, and slowly return her hug, still slightly crying. Eventually, he mumbled "I'm still mad at you," with a pouty expression, and Lynn smiled.

"How about if I kiss you? Will you stop being mad at me then?" she asked, and before he could answer, she swooped in and pressed her lips against his smooth cheeks, eliciting a few giggles from Lincoln.

"Let me kiss you too," he said excitedly, pecking her on her freckled cheeks.

Her heart went into a quick flutter, and her face began to burn. She turned to her brother, who was still beaming his goofy smile and asked him "Linky… can I kiss you again?"

The young boy nodded enthusiastically, and Lynn gently cupped his cheeks and brought him to her face, finally planting her lips on his.

It was a child's kiss. It lasted for less than a second, and nothing happened beyond their lips touching and brushing each other. And yet Lynn felt a sense of happiness and elation that she had never felt before.

Of course, it ended as quickly as it started, and the two playful siblings went back to their little imaginary games, and then their mother arrived and helped them out of the shower. For the most part, the event faded from Lynn's memories…

But the sensation… that stuck with her, buried in her mind… until one night, her only brother confessed his love for her…

Lynn ended her retelling of her memory, bringing them back to their booth, a calm afternoon sun raining its pleasant beams on them. Lincoln swallowed slowly, causing Lynn to sigh and continue. "I guess I might've always felt the same way you did, bro."

"You mean you were always in love with me?"

Lynn smiled weakly, and shifted in her seat. "Come on, Linc, you know I'm not good with this mushy stuff."

"Well, you can start now. How about you start calling me Linky?" Lincoln said, a mocking grin on his face.

"How about Lame-O? Ronnie Anne used to use it, and it fits," she growled, causing Lincoln to laugh. The young woman kept an aggressive look on her face, but her brother's light laughter caused her to start chuckling and snorting herself.

"Come on. Let's go outside," she said, standing up, her cone still in hand while her other hand slipped into her pocket.

"You need to stretch?"

"Just come on," she ordered, and Lincoln stood from his seat. He followed her outside, and slipped into a faintly dimmed alleyway, away from public eye. Lynn's lips quickly formed into a sultry and mischievous smile, eyeing her brother with hunger. "So, Linc, can I have some of your vanilla?"

"Uhh, sure," he said, offering her the cone, but Lynn playfully pushed it towards his mouth.

"I think you should take a lick first," she offered in a suggestive tone.

Lincoln darted his tongue out and did as she said, allowing the creamy texture to roll over his taste buds. As soon as he reached the top, Lynn threw her cone to the ground and hungrily grabbed his face, his surprise making him drop his as well, and she pressed her mouth on his for an eager "taste."

Their tongues wrestled, as Lynn rolled her's over his, lapping up the saccharine flavor from it. Their saliva and creams mixed in their kiss, creating a flavor so sweet that, to both of them, it tasted like a mix of honey, syrup and glaze, far better than anything else they had that day. Chemical explosions went off in their heads, as they only collided together harder and harder, wanting to savor everything in that moment.

The two separated for air, but they left their tongues exposed, and saw a long and shimmering trail of spit connect them together. Lynn smiled and wiped the residue from her face, smirking as she did. "You taste good, Linky," she whispered, a chill escaping her lips and drifting onto Lincoln's face, bringing a shiver to his cheek.

"Before you say it," Lynn quickly followed up, holding her index finger against her brother's mouth, "That was a onetime thing. No more Linky, and no way in hell are you going to call me Lynny or something."

"Okay, okay," he caved in, before he even mentioned it. He noticed that his older sister was glancing downwards towards his pants, and he looked down as well, and felt his ears start burning in shame as he noticed that he was pitching a tent down there.

"Oh ho ho, look at Mr. Balls down there."

"It's… it's my zipper," he insisted.

Lynn smirked coyly. "Zipper huh?" she said, before striking a pose. She arched her back slightly, pushing her hip and ass out, emphasizing her lower body by placing her fist comfortably on her hip, and finally topping it off with a teasing smile and an adoring look in her chocolate colored eyes. "Is that really your zipper twitching right now?" she asked huskily.

"No, it isn't," the stunned boy admitted.

The young girl licked her lips. "Don't worry, Lincoln. You know I like playing with balls."

She reached to grab his thickness, but Lincoln caught her arm. "Lynn… We're. In. Public" he hissed.

"It just makes it more exciting," she said dismissively, but Lincoln maintained his grip, causing her to sigh. "Fine. Let's jog back to the house. And then… we can take another bath together… you know, because of the sweat…"

The image of a hot and sweaty Lincoln was enough to excite her to her core, and the thought of Lynn with beads of sweat dripping over her skin-tight clothes made Lincoln's hardness… harden again. So the two siblings raced off towards their home, ready to enjoy some time together after their intimate date~

There was no time for thought in their urgency. The two of them ran as fast as they could home, raced up the stairs in a impassioned flurry and, making sure the coast was clear, made their way into the bathroom.

Lincoln quickly discarded his moist clothes, glancing at Lynn as she began removing her shorts and panties (which were red because of fucking course they were). Her jersey was so sweaty that Lincoln could practically see her sprightly nipples through them, and parts of her clothes revealed her skin. Lincoln grimaced as his member gave another painful throb. He needed relief, and quick.

Once the two of them were naked, the sibling-lovers quickly jumped into the shower, and turned on the hot water, allowing the sound of the running shower to cover up their soon to be indecency. Lincoln took one last moment to admire Lynn's well toned figure; her hair was damp and wet, clinging to her skin slightly. Her breasts seemed noticeable more hard and, perhaps it was the steam, but they seemed a little bigger than before. The small streams of water ran down her figure, past her flat stomach and well-tuned thighs, and right towards her damp flower. Lincoln exhaled audibly; the goal was in sight.

But before he could gesture towards her, Lynn immediately piped up, her eyes hazy from heat, with "You know, Linc, we could just jump into the main event, but… I gotta say, I developed a taste for cream…" she licked her lips hungrily as she stared at his hardness.

"Lynn, wha…"

Before he could finish, Lynn got down on her knees, her thighs closing around her pussy, which sent electrifying sensations through her body. She approached the young man's dick with her face, and grinned, the heat and scent radiating from it making her dizzy. "I wonder how sweet it'll be from here…" she said eagerly, wrapping her fingers around his pent up prick and giving it one, long stroke. Lincoln shivered and moaned as she did, encouraging Lynn to give him a few more pumps with her hand, rubbing the sensitive tip with her thumb if her hand backed away too much from it.

As much as she wanted to stay there, giving him an orgasmic hand job until he exploded on her face, her mouth wanted a bit of attention.

She placed her hand at his base and slowly wrapped her warm lips around his head. "Fuck, Lynn," he groaned in pleasure, as he started to secrete his pre-cum onto her tongue. Lynn felt the edges of her mouth twinge into the shape of a smile; she loved when he moaned her name.

The hot shower water beat down on Lincoln's back as his sister played with him in her mouth, calming all the chills that ascended from his lower body. "Mmhmm, Lynn" he uttered as Lynn's face moved back and forth along his length, her hands wrapped around his ass cheeks as she noisily attempted to suck the life out of him. She tried to wrap her tongue around his head, ensuring the stimulation of the glistening tip. She inhaled and exhaled musky scent from her nose, never stopping for a second. She was Lynn Loud, after all; she never stopped until she won.

"Oohh, this feels so good," Lincoln groaned as he arched his back, allowing his white chest to hover over the top of her head. Suddenly, his arms shot out and he grabbed her face, his fingers clamped tight against the back of her head, as he began leading her in motion. She decided to let him guide her, as he began to move her mouth back and forth along his prick, invigorating himself to new highs as he rammed himself deep into her throat, his head punching the wet roof of her mouth. Lynn gagged and coughed, spitting out a heavy and thick mix of saliva and pre-cum onto his dick, but the fiercely aroused look in her eyes told him to keep going.

Keep going, Linc. Use me. Use my mouth. Use my mouth like it's nothing more than a glorified cum dumpster. A cumpster, if you have to.

And like any good brother, he wanted to follow orders.

Her sopping hair continued to bounce as he forced her to bob her head up and down his shaft, himself crying out at especially pleasurable points. Lynn, not wanting to be left out of the action, unwrapped her hands from around his body and placed them on her cunt, soaking from both bath water and her own arousal. She placed her right hand on her pussy, gripping it fiercely for luck, before finally starting to rub herself as Lincoln viciously fucked her mouth. She jammed one of her fingers inside, forcing a "Mmfmmm" from her, while another finger took care of her clit, massaging it for bursts of pleasure and reward. Another finger made its way inside her, her dank walls clamping around them as she slowly approached orgasm.

Soon, Lincoln began to cry out with glee. "L-Lynn… I can't hold i-it in much longer." His face was red and his eyes were closed shut, little tears of elation appearing in the corner of his eyes. He didn't stop moving her head, though, much to Lynn's delight.

Go ahead, Lincoln, please. I want to taste your vanilla~

Finally, she felt Lincoln's orgasm coming, and watched with a keen eye as his body spasmed and tremored slightly as he finally cried out "LYNN!" He shoved Lynn's mouth deep into his groin, even wrapping his legs around her head. A pleasure eruption of sex juices followed, as Lynn felt thick ropes of semen burst into her mouth and down her throat. One… two… three… four… five… wow, he really was pent up…

His dominating actions brought her closer as well, as she finally ground her fingers and hip together, rubbing out the rain of juices onto her hand and the shower floor, as she quickly tossed her head away from his dick to cry out his name. "L-LINCOLN!" It was almost a response to his groaning of her name. She panted as she felt the euphoric aftershock of her explosion, and a final spurt came from her brother, landing on her supple cheek.

"I was hoping you'd keep it in my mouth, Stinkoln, but I guess I can clean it off easily," Lynn said, scraping his cum from her cheek with her already shlick-covered finger. She got up off the ground, but she immediately fell over slightly with a small cry. Lincoln caught her in his hands, and the two of them stared into each other's eyes.

"I think your legs fell asleep," he muttered, as her exposed skin on his made him feel a bit tingly again.

"I think it was worth it," she laughed slightly, before turning in a way that gave her access to the water. It rained down on her, and she shifted her body, still in Lincoln's arms, so that her front side had the hot water pour down on her. She sighed as the relaxing atmosphere overtook her.

Lincoln, on the other hand, was not relaxed at all. His arms were wrapped around her chest and her cute ass was directly touching his dick. It was tantalizingly inviting, and he could almost hear her sex begging him to enter her. Lynn felt the twitching of his manhood, and immediately ordered "Step back, Linc."

He did so reluctantly, removing his hands from her and taking two steps back. Lynn took a deep breath before she placed the flat of her hands on the wall in front of them, stretching her body out. Her dripping pink was now visible to him, and she glanced back over her shoulder. He looked at her for reassurance.

"You've already been in their once," she observed, "And I'd like it to take your shape."

"Take my shape?"

"Why not? After all, it is yours now. Your little cock sleeve~" she said, brimming on hormonal lust and incestuous affection for her brother. Lincoln realized that was his cue, and quickly stepped closer to her, his eyes hazed. He stared at her naked figure with worship, as if she were one of the bare statues of a Hellenistic goddess. The image was even completed with a faint mist surrounding them and water trickling onto her body. He gripped her gently around her thighs as her hand slithered down to her nether regions, opening her slit for him.

"Looks like the registered user of this cock sleeve has returned," she murmured in a teasing tone, her mind completely addled by sexual miasma, "Welcome back, sir."

Lincoln just laughed at her silliness as he pressed his tip to her sex, rubbing it and with his natural lubricant, sending chills of pleasure up their nerves. "Ready Lynn?" he asked.

"You know it, boy toy," she said, glancing back over her shoulder with a wink.

He penetrated her quickly, sticking his entire girth inside her slit. Lynn cried out in pleasure as he did, tears beginning to form in her eyes, while the young man simply moaned.

He began to rock her hips, pushing his prick in and out of her body with impressive speed. "Oh Lynn…" he thrusted again, watching her small breasts shake slightly. The sound of flesh smacking was getting louder and louder, and Lincoln was just glad the water running was able to drown out the sound. He returned his focus to his sporty sister, who was practically jumping on her brother's cock. It throbbed inside of her, just wanting to release another load, and her walls reacted, waiting to receive.

"Fuck, oh fuck… Can you slow down, Linc?" she begged in a whining voice, almost nothing like the Lynn he knew.

"Sorry L-Lynn… it just feels… so good…" he panted, trails of sweat descending from his forehead as he continued to pound her insides, his tip pushing against her womb. But he felt he owed her a little, so he moved his hand up her body until they found themselves at her breasts. His fingers clamped on her nipples tightly, squeezing them firmly. Lynn let out another cry. "Keep doing that, and you can go as fast as you want."

Lincoln nodded, resting his chest on her back as he began to massage both of her erogenous zones, stimulating her to new sexual heights and moral lows. Lynn now panted like a dog, her tongue sticking out of her mouth and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. If she was a dog, she was a bitch that needed breeding, and Lincoln was happy to be her bull.

Lynndog… heh. That's kinda funny.

"You're a bitch in heat, aren't you?" he growled.

Lynn nodded enthusiastically. "I guess… you need to calm me down."

The two of them would later discuss this weird sex talk, but for now, they were in the heat of the moment. Anything went.

Well, almost anything. At their most intimate moment, as Lincoln was massaging Lynn's splayed out body and the two of them were moaning in ecstasy, the worst possible thing happened…

A sharp knock on the door, immediately silencing the two siblings.

"Lynn, are you in there?" Luan's voice could be heard through the door. The two stopped, Lincoln still inside of his jock sister, as she muttered a low "Shit… Luan…"

The tomboy decided to answer her. It's not like she knew Lincoln was in there with her.

"Uh… yeah, I'm in here. Taking a shower," she called out.

"Ok. I was wondering where you put the remote."

"Remote? I was out today. Why do you think I have the remote?"

As Lincoln's two older sisters went back and forth, the young man, still pressed against her, immediately began to feel twinges of pain from suddenly stopping. He was so close to cumming, he knew it. Sexual frustration began to eat away at his mind. He tried to calm himself, tried to convince himself it was fine, and that he and Lynn could just try finding the time…

Yeah, fuck that.

He pulled back his hip and pushed back into her, grinding their sexes together.

"… so you should probably ask Lun-AAAAH!" Lynn exclaimed as she felt the rough and heated friction in her womb. She was about to whisper to her brother to stop, but the snow haired boy was on a mission. He resumed rocking himself back and forth into her, and for good measure rubbing her nipple again. Lynn found herself panting again.

"Don't you dare stop," she whispered to him aggressively.

"Lynn, you alright?" the comedienne asked outside.

"Y-yeah," Lynn called out, feeling her face get as hot as her insides, "Just… hmm… scalded myself…"

"Maybe you should turn down the heat."

"Maybe you, ahh, should leave so you don't, ohh, distract me," Lynn growled at her (attempted to, at least). Lincoln suddenly started to kiss her neck, only working her closer and closer to climaxing. She began to imagine what it would be like if Luan somehow opened the locked door and discovered them together. How would she react, Lynn wondered.

"Ok, ok, no need to shower your anger on me," Luan quipped.

"Good one. Now go," Lynn muttered, and it was when she heard the girl's footsteps go away that Lynn allowed herself to groan from her brother's fast rutting. "God, Linc, you're crazy…"

"Sorry," he sheepishly apologized.

"Don't be," she whispered, turning herself to the left as she brought her lips towards her brother's face. The two of them kissed, and Lincoln allowed himself one final thrust into his older sister.

Lynn pulled back from the kiss to cry "Linc, I'm… I'm cumming…"

Her inner walls secured themselves around his dick as she squirted her cum all over his lower body. The pressure seemed to grip him so hard, like it was attempting to squeeze out his virile cum, so the young man gave her body what it wanted. Lynn felt his dick swell inside her, much like it did in her mouth, before he finally moaned "Shit… Oh fuck…" and he climaxed inside her. His penis shot out strings of warm spunk, painting her insides white and allowing a countless amount of sperm cells to rush through the girl's body.

For a moment, he collapsed onto her body, panting and wheezing from all the effort he exuded during the day to impress her. The water still rained on them, and Lincoln enjoyed the tingling feeling of water rushing down her to meet his face. He pulled himself out of her, a thin trail of fluid leading from his genitals to her's. The two looked at each other, brown meeting blue, and they both smiled.

"Whole point of a shower is to be less dirty than when you came in," Lynn muttered in a drowsy tone. Lincoln supposed even she tired sometimes, though she still stood her ground. "Let's finish up and get out quickly."

Lincoln didn't say anything, but he nodded. Lynn beamed softly and lay herself back against him, and Lincoln instinctively enveloped his arms around her frame.

"I guess we're not brother and sister anymore… never will be again," Lynn bemoaned.

"It's fine. We can be something closer. We can be boyfriend…" he said, pausing to allow her to finish.

"…and girlfriend," she completed. The two siblings stood still, side by side, before Lynn leaned into her brother/boyfriend's face for one last kiss in the warm mist of the shower…

Years later, Lincoln Loud awoke with a shudder. He felt a little sweat run down his face, as he gazed around. He was still on the bus. He groaned, placing his face in his hands. Why do I get sleepy on the bus?

He rubbed his eye sleepily, yawning softly as he looked out the window. So many unfamiliar buildings...

"Oh no. Wait a minute..." he said to himself, reaching for his phone and pulling it out of his pocket. He read the time and discovered, to his horror, that he had been asleep for nearly an hour. Unless the bus was moving at turtle speed, that would mean...

"STOP THE BUS!" he shouted, and the bus driver, out of panic, hit the brakes. The young man rushed to the front of the vehicle, apologizing to everyone he passed by before jumping off onto the sidewalk.

"Dang it. I missed my stop," he muttered, before opening his phone again. "I guess I could call someone to..."

He pressed the on button for his phone, but the screen stayed dark. He pressed again, to the same effect. He tried one last time, pressing a bit harder, before the phone flashed the 'out of charge' symbol of a red battery and a charger.

"H-how? This phone was just at 12% charge," Lincoln said before sighing in annoyance, "How could this situation get any worse? All because I had to dream about..."

He stopped, before his eyes widened in realization. He stuck his hand into his pants and patted the front of his underwear, and groaned when he confirmed his suspicions.

"God, I hate wet dreams."

Warning: there are lemons in this chapt... Oh, whoops. Too late for a warning, isn't it? (teehee tmyeah)