Lisa Loud got home and logged onto her computer just as her brother launched his hot load into Ronnie Anne Santiago's mouth. Oh. That was unexpected.
Wait. Was she affected too?
On the screen, she got up and kissed Lincoln. "Don't ever say I don't like you again, jerkass. I got on my knees for you. You think I'd do that for just anyone?"
Lisa adjusted her glasses. No, it looked like a routine sexual encounter. Though after being in the house and breathing the tainted air, she would probably wind up turning into another Lynn...who was masturbating in her bed again, her eyes narrowing as she bucked against her hand. Lisa's loins stirred and she leaned in. You know, Lynn, it feels much better when someone does that for you...say a bespectacled little sister...Lisa shook her head. No, no, that comes later. First she had to get a handle on the situation. She removed a small device from her drawer. It was the size and boxy shape of a pocket radio, black with dials, knobs, and a digital readout. She turned one of the knobs, and it came on with a sound like a knife scraping canvas. A series of black dashes appeared on the screen. She sat it in her lap, took the perfume bottle from the desk, and, using an eyedropper, extracted a tiny amount. She put the liquid on a slide and jammed it into an opening at the bottom of the device.
She looked back at the computer screen while she waited for it to load. The twins were engaged in sex play, Lana bent over and Lola inserting her fingers into her sister's vagina; Lori was...when did Bobby get here? Lisa looked closer. Her oldest sister rode her boyfriend like he was a rented scooter. In Luan and Luna's room, the two were performing oral sex on each other in the quote unquote 69 position. In the living room, Lucy sat on the couch, a juice box in one hand and the TV remote in the other. Hm. She seemed normal. Then again, she had sex with Lincoln twice, which may have been enough to cool the embers in her loins. In Mom and Dad's room...Lisa gaped. She certainly knew about anal sex, but...shiver.
The thermohydrocounter beeped, and Lisa looked down at it, turning a dial and pressing a button. She got up and walked around the room, the device held over her head. When she looked at it, she saw just what she suspected she would: The pheromonal levels were greatly elevated. In the hall, where she could hear Lana gasping, their mother moaning, and Lori crying Bobby's name, it was the same, as it was in the kitchen, the living room, and even the basement, though in the basement the levels were at their lowest. She imagined they would be at their highest in the attic. Any amount of time spent up there would probably turn one into a raving sex maniac.
First, she closed off the attic stairs, then installed portable air filtration units in the hall, in the living room, and in the second floor airduct (with Lucy's help). By six, it was done. The phermonal levels would slowly drop over the next twenty-four hours, and everything would be back to normal.
Unless someone caught pregnant.
Eh. There was always abortion.
Lincoln came awake in the dark, his head fuzzy and his eyes aching. For a moment he was completely disoriented. Who am I? Why am I here? Well, you see, James, you're supposed to by my running mate...Lincoln lifted his head from the pillow and blinked. The digital readout on the clock said it was 7:58. 7:58? Holy shit, I'm late for school!
He jumped up, but his feet tangled and he crashed to the floor with a strangled cry. For a long moment he simply lay there. I give up. I'm coming, Elizabeth. It's the big one.
Wait a minute. Why the fuck is it dark outside?
Lincoln's head spun as he pushed himself up. The world made no sense. It was dark at eight in the morning, hot snow fell up, Ronnie Anne kissed him and told him he was special...
It all came flooding back to him. Ah, okay, it's gotta be eight in the evening then and holy shit she got on her knees and sucked my dick! Getting on your knees in front of someone is like putting yourself at their mercy, surrendering control and assuming a submissive position.
She really did that?
Yeah, nothing makes sense anymore.
Except the rumble in his stomach. Why didn't anyone wake me for dinner? He shook his head as he got to his feet. Assholes. Hey, he could hear Luan saying, Linc's not here, guess I get his portion. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
Man, if there's not a covered plate in the microwave there's gonna be hell to pay.
In the hall, he paused. The light was on but all of the doors were closed. He didn't hear any yelling, laughing, fighting, loud music, balls thumping against walls, breathy Lucy sighs, literallys, or anything else. Huh. Did the Rapture happen or something? Shhhh, it better have happened after Mom cooked dinner.
Rubbing his empty stomach, he went down the stairs. The lamp on the end table by the front window was on, but the TV was not. Really, no one's watching TV? A twinge of fear pulled at his heart. Okay, something really awful must have happened.
When he went into the kitchen, he breathed a sigh of relief. Leni was bent over the counter, her back arched and her butt (and a nice butt it was!) stuck out, the fabric of her auquamarnie dress (which stopped weeeelll above her knees) clinging tightly to her form. Her arms were crossed on the formica surface and she stared down at an open magazine, her head bobbing from side to side and a beautiful tune humming on her sensuous lips. She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together and her butt moved left and right. Lincoln's jaw dropped and an ember of fire sparked in the pit of his stomach. He'd noticed how beautiful his older sister was, but goddamn, she was enough to stop a freight train...or start the Third World War.
She glanced at him, and her face brightened. "Hi, Lincy!"
Lincoln closed his mouth with a snap. "H-Hey."
She giggled. "I was wondering where you were."
"Yeah, I'm kind of wondering the same about everyone else. Are we left behind?"
Leni raised one eyebrow quizzically. "Huh?"
"Where is everyone?"
"Oh. They're all...busy."
"Oh."
"It's just you and me," she purred.
He looked her up and down, from the tips of her painted toenails, up her silky legs, her rounded behind, the curve of her back, her golden hair, and finally her half-lidded eyes. "Are you checking me out?" she asked.
"Yes," Lincoln said, "I am."
She smiled. "How about you check me out with your hands?"
Lincoln's heart sputtered and a grin spread across his face. "Yeah?"
"Uh-huh," she drew.
"If you insist..."
"I do."
Lincoln crossed the space separating them, his bare feet padding on the cold linoleum floor. She watched him come with smoldering eyes. When he was behind her, she turned back to her magazine and wiggled her butt. He admired it for a second, his eyes searching for her panty line but not seeing it.
She's probably not wearing any, he thought, and shivered.
"Well?" she asked over her shoulder. "Aren't you going to touch me?"
He was rock hard again. Where's all this nut coming from, damn? Not that he was complaining. He reached out and laid his hands on her butt. It was firm and warm under his touch. "Ahhhhh, Lincy, that's nice."
"You like it?"
"I love it."
He squeezed her cheeks then released, running his hands up the small of her back, his fingers tracing the outline of her spine and her shoulder blades. She threw back her head and sighed as his palms slid over her. His heart pounded faster. If only this dress wasn't in the way...
Back to her hips, over her butt, down to her thighs, his hands touching bare, warm skin...really warm. Wow. Wet heat radiated from between her legs. He sputtered as he worked his hands down the backs of her legs and then up along her outer thighs. When he reached the hem of her dress, he slipped his hands underneath and pressed his palms firmly against her as he struck north. Yep. No panties. Her butt was totally and completely naked against his touch.
She gasped and leaned forward on her elbows, her hair spilling over her face. "Lincy?"
"Yeah?" he asked, and it was only then that he realized he was panting and drooling.
She looked over her shoulder and brushed her hair out of her face. "There's, like, a fire and I need you to cum in me."
Lincoln blinked.
"Wait," she said, "that didn't come out right..."
But Lincoln smiled. He wasn't the strongest, or the fastest, but he wasn't the dumbest, either. He slipped the hem of her dress over her rear and the swell of her back. For a moment he looked at it, marveling. Dat ass, tho.
Then he leaned forward and kissed her back. "Ummmm," she moaned. He kissed lower, and lower, until he was on his knees and she was spread before him, her heat and musky scent softly caressing his face and tantalizing his nostrils. He could see everything, and it was beautiful. Her hole was slick. Her other hole, pink and puckered, looked so tight he had a hard time believing she was even able to poop.
Well, that makes sense, since angels don't poop and Leni is an angel.
Lincoln remembered a raunchy joke Luan told him once that went: A woman's asshole is like a 9volt battery. You know it's wrong, but eventually you're going to stick your tongue on it. He gripped her cheeks tightly in both hands, lifted his head, and touched the tip of his tongue to it. She jumped and giggled.
You'd think butt would taste bad, but you'd be wrong. At least not her butt. He spiraled his tongue around the rim of her back entrance, and she sucked air through clenched teeth. She was delicious.
He took one hand from her butt and slipped it between her legs, cupping her in his palm. "Oooooh, Lincy," she said as he began to massage her warm, silken sex with his fingertips. His middle finger slipped into her wet middle, and her body tensed around him. "Mmmmmmmmmm..."
Lincoln pulled back from her and took a deep breath. Her leaking fluid coated his lips; he could feel some of it coursing down his chin. His dick ached between his legs, pulsing in anticipation of being inside the heavenly creature before him.
His massaged her lips faster; the way she trembled in pleasure made him lightheaded with desire. He got to his feet and unzipped his pants, one hand resting on the slope of her back. His pants fell to his ankles, and he pulled his underwear down; he came free and poked her cheek. "Ah, there it is," she said dreamily. "Your Lincy-hose."
He couldn't help but smile. Sometimes she was so cute it hurt.
"That's right."
"You're going to put out my Leni-fire?"
"Uh-huh," he said, taking himself in his hand and pressing his tip against her moist opening.
"And take my virginity?"
"I suppose."
"Yay! I wouldn't give it to anyone else."
Lincoln was genuinely touched. He laid his left hand on her lower back and guided his tip into her. He pushed his hips forward, and he sank into her, his tip parting the pedals of her flower and filling her channel. "Ooooh, yes," she said, resting her head on her arms. He went slow at first, but then faster, his body unconsciously rising until he was standing on the tips of his toes. Inside, his penis scraped along Leni's roof, and she thrusted her hips back against him. She lifted her head and gripped the edge of the countertop and pursed her lips closed against a cry. He was so much better than her fingers...so big, so thick, so long, his tip poking the opening of her womb and making her eyelids flutter.
Lincoln tightened his grip on her fleshy hips and banged (that was the only word to describe it) harder, his body slapping against hers against hers with a meaty thwock, thwock, thwock. She pushed back against him, using the edge of the counter for leverage. "Lincoln," she moaned.
He swiveled his hips, and his dick swirled around her rippling, velvet insides. She gasped and threw herself back faster, faster. They were slamming together now in sweet time, his balls slapping her clit. Heat filled her body, and she threw her head back. She was close.
"Faster!"
He grabbed her shoulders and jammed himself as far as he could go. She cried out and her walls closed around him. "I'm cuuuuuuuuuuuahhhhhhhhh..." she bowed her head as her orgasm tore through her like a bomb blast, her hips pulling forward and yanking Lincoln's load from the pit of his stomach: It flooded her shaft and gushed into her womb.
She crossed her arms on the countertop and rested her fevered head as she sucked air into her heaving lungs. Lincoln held onto her hips for dear life. His legs were shaking and if he moved, he would fall. "How's that fire?" he asked breathlessly.
"Ummm, it's out," she replied, "for now."
"Good," he said, and pulled out. A mixture of his fluid and hers dripped down the backs of her legs. He had the urge to lick it up. "I'm starved. Is there food?"
"Uhhhh...we didn't have dinner."
Lincoln cocked his eyebrow. "Why not?"
"I told you, silly," she said as she pulled her dress down over her butt – a dark patch instantly formed – "everyone's busy."
"Doing what?"
"Each other."
"What?"
"I think there are Hot Pockets. Do you want a Hot Pocket, Lincy?"
He started to ask what the hell she meant, but stopped. "Yeah, actually, I could go for a Hot Pocket."
