The trio of lovers quickly made their way into their apartment and began undressing. Purple hoodie, red jersey, black sweater – all articles of outerwear shed rapidly, one after the other, until the three women were down to their underclothes. Lynn stopped, suddenly, as she noticed the contrast between herself and the two women she was with. Ronnie Anne wore simple purple underwear – regular cotton panties and bra, nothing too special, but still feminine, hugging her breasts and nicely-full ass. Lucy wore dark, frilly lingerie that transparent in some parts, both girly and dark, and very sexually-alluring. And what was Lynn wearing? A pair of men's boxers and a sports bra.

"What's wrong, Lynn?" Lucy huffed, feeling the lust in her blood cloud her mind. Strands of saliva were still draping from her black-painted lips down across her veiled breasts from the rigorous lip-mashing they had engaged in while undressing.

"Yeah, don't stop now," Ronnie Anne massaged her moist panties, "I was just getting ready to go."

"Sorry, it's just…" the jock looked around the room for some kind of answer she couldn't find, "am I… Am I pretty?"

The other two girls exchanged questioning looks before looking back at Lynn.

"Dude, you're fucking hot," Ronnie Anne scoffed, "I mean… isn't that what I said on the first day we hooked up?"

"And both Lincoln and I agreed," Lucy said, "and we still agree."

"Okay, so I'm hot," Lynn shrugged, curling up a little on the bed, "but am I pretty? You know… am I a nice-looking girl?"

"You've always preferred being a tomboy," Lucy pointed out, "and you've always been comfortable being you. What's changed?"

"Well, I've never really bothered looking at other girls' underwear until now…" the jock blushed, "You're both so… feminine."

"What are you talking about?" Ronnie Anne sat up, genuinely confused, "Because we wear skirts when it's warm?"

"All of it!" Lynn exclaimed, throwing her hands out, "Look at you two! You're not muscular, you have full breasts, you're comfortable in skirts, dresses, stockings, and makeup, and you wear women's underwear!"

"Girl, you don't need any of that!" Ronnie Anne laughed and even Lucy chuckled, angering Lynn.

"Don't laugh at me!" the jock snapped, "I'm baring my heart here!"

"But it's funny," Lucy said, risking her sister's wrath, "Do you honestly think you should be more feminine for Lincoln?"

"I… kind of," Lynn huffed, "Yes. Why is that funny?"

"Because that's not what he likes about you," the goth explained, "You gave Lincoln erections before any of the rest of us, and you did it without even trying. Lincoln is attracted to you for you."

"I mean, you manage to grab men's attention without having to wear frills or act like a girl or even using makeup," Ronnie Anne added, "That's how feminine you are; you don't need anything to enhance it!"

Lynn felt a smile tug at her lips. Then she felt two pairs of arms wrap around her, one warm and the other cool.

"Besides, we love you the way you are: fiery, fierce, and uncompromising on who you want to be," Ronnie Anne chuckled, her warm hug turning slowly into a groping adventure, "If you really don't feel pretty enough, how about I show you how pretty I think you are?"

Lynn couldn't bring herself to protest; Ronnie Anne's hands were simply too quick, gliding over the plane of Lynn's stomach, feeling out the musculature of the jock with dexterous fingers. This didn't help Lynn, however, as she looked down at her abs. There was definition there, and while it wasn't as obvious as that of a bodybuilder, it was far more noticeable than the flat stomach of either Lucy or Ronnie Anne.

"I've always been jealous of these," Lucy commented, joining in with Ronnie Anne's exploration of Lynn's stomach. Her words almost seemed like she'd read Lynn's mind or sensed her disappointment. "They're so powerful, but also… subtle."

"Yeah, that's true," the Latina agreed, hands curving upwards, fingertips brushing Lynn's sports bra, "Your whole body's like that. You've got so much strength in you, but it's just barely visible."

"Ugh, all this talk about strength and power…" Lynn used her hands to cover her face in embarrassment, "It sounds like you're complimenting some dude!"

"I guess our compliments work for either," the goth sighed, "but that shouldn't matter. We like them on you – they fit you. You're charged, and strong, and yet so beautiful, without even trying. The combination makes you seem so… dangerous."

"The good kind of dangerous," Ronnie Anne whispered to Lynn before nipping her ear, "The sexy kind of dangerous."

"I've also been pretty jealous of these, too, truth be told," Lucy continued, daring to lift Lynn's sports bra and expose her breasts.

"Okay, now I kn-know you're lying!" the jock snapped, breath hitching as both girls began suckling on her smaller tits, "My chest is the least feminine thing about me!"

"Girl, there's nothing on you that's not feminine," Ronnie Anne laughed, running her silky tongue around Lynn's left nipple, her right hand dipping below the waistline of the jock's boxers.

"I am being sincere," the goth explained, scraping her teeth against Lynn's right breast, "You're not flat – not that that would even matter. You have just enough boob to grip in a hand and fondle. They're fun and easy to handle, and really cute."

"She's not wrong," Ronnie Anne agreed, fingers digging into Lynn's pussy while her mouth still worked at her tit, "I know sometimes girls want larger breasts, but trust me, there's an appeal to smaller breasts, too."

"Y-yeah, l-like what?" Lynn panted, feeling good despite herself, "L-Linc likes titjobs!"

"I don't understand that, but then again I don't have a dick," the Latina shrugged, "I mean, if he likes fucking breasts, why don't you try giving him an buttjob?"

"What, like anal?" Lynn's head snapped up, blushing, "I… I mean, I've crossed a lot of lines, but I-I'm not really into that, a-and I don't think Lincoln is-"

"No, no, no!" Ronnie Anne rolled her eyes, "A buttjob. You know, when you have a nice pair of cheeks and you let a guy rub his dick between them? Like a titjob."

"That… that works?" the jock asked, bewildered.

"Admittedly, you'd need a larger, more cushiony ass I imagine to have the same effect as a titjob," Ronnie Anne shrugged again, "but your smooth, toned, and beautiful buns have enough space for Lincoln Jr. to slide through."

"He does stare at your ass and legs more than either of us," Lucy pointed out, "and it's not his fixation on socks, either, because even when I wear boots and my leg warmers, he still pays more attention to yours."

"You're also the only one he ever goes extra hard with," the Latina said, "Yeah, he'll go hard with me on occasion, or Lucy once in a while, but you? He goes at you like an animal! I mean, it's not as romantic as how he treats Lucy, but it speaks volumes of his sexual attraction to you."

"I wish he'd take me like that more often…" the goth sighed, helping Ronnie Anne slip Lynn's boxers off, "Sometimes he treats me too gently."

"I'd like to be… treated gently once in a while," Lynn coughed into her hand, embarrassed, "b-by Linc, I mean. I-I like it rough, too, but… it'd be nice if he… treated me like a valuable, from time to time…"

"D'aw," Ronnie Anne snorted, smirking, "Lynn's got a soft spot!"

"I never had you pegged as the romantic sort," Lucy smirked too.

"Alright, enough of that!" the jock blushed, "Clearly I need to give your mouths something better to do than harass me."

Lynn grabbed Ronnie Anne roughly by her hair and shoved the Latina's head towards her crotch. Ronnie Anne still smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief, as she used her tongue to tease the jock in other ways. Breath heavy with lust, Lynn used her free hand to wrap around Lucy's petite waist and drag the goth against her body. They embraced as well as they could, lips locking and smearing Lucy's black lip gloss across both of their mouths. The jock came quick enough, with tongues slipping into her from both ends and four sets of fingers digging into her breasts and thighs.

"N-now what?" Lynn's eyes came back into focus as the heady rush of release faded from her mind.

"You just lay there for a moment," Ronnie Anne instructed, removing her panties before sliding herself sideways into the jock, their legs overlapping as their pussies rubbed together, "It's time you put that mouth of yours to work, too."

Lynn said nothing as Lucy slipped out of her frilly panties and hovered over the jock's face, contemplative. After a moment's consideration, the goth undid the hair tie holding Lynn's ponytail, letting her shoulder-length auburn hair free. Lynn blinked in surprise while Lucy blushed at the sight beneath her: fiery Lynn, small-mouthed and eyes wide in surprise, haloed by her silky, brown hair, with a faint rosiness to her cheeks. Biting her lip, Lucy lowered her own pussy to the jock's waiting lips, watching the freckled face looking up at her from between her legs.

"How can you be so sexy without even trying?" Lucy asked her older sister, running her black-painted nails through the jock's loose hair, "I see you're still not convinced. Would you – gah! – would you like to hear a secret?"

"Depends," Lynn paused to take a long, slow lick across Lucy's slit, "it's not some weird occult thing, is it?"

"I-I'd rather not hear any of your spiritual revelations today," Ronnie Anne stated, grinding her hips into Lynn's, their moist mounds producing rivulets of musky fluid, "The last one you talked about kept me up all night in existential dread."

"No, this is a personal secret," Lucy gasped as Lynn drilled into her pussy, "You remember when Lincoln clogged the toilet with that Princess Pony book?"

"When we were kids?" Lynn raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, why?"

"It was my book," Lucy sighed, her confession enough to cause both her lovers to stop, eyes wide in surprise, "I'm… a Princessister."

"Whoa, what?!" Lynn gaped, "This whole time I thought it was Lincoln!"

"Yeah, what about that weird phase he went through back during high school?" Ronnie Anne asked, "Wearing that stupid '25% Neater' shirt and everything?"

"He covered for me the first few times, and he was the only one to ever know my secret," Lucy explained, "and I… kind of convinced him to watch the show with me in secret, sometimes, then it really caught on with older guys. He started liking it ironically, then… well…"

"That explains all the porn he had of the one with the flower on her butt…" Lynn grunted.

"Lilly Pad or Rose Petal?" Lucy and Ronnie Anne asked in tandem, prompting the goth to stare at the Latina in bewilderment.

"You watch Princess Pony?" Lucy asked.

"I-I dated Lincoln when he went through that shit, okay?" Ronnie Anne blushed vividly, "He convinced me to watch an episode or two, a-and they were kinda funny and… Stop judging me!"

"NERDS!" Lynn shouted before Lucy shoved the jock's face back to work.

"The point I was trying to make, Lynn," the goth sighed, "is that I always hid that part of my personality because I was uncomfortable with what others might think. You never have to hide – you're bold and out in the open, never caring what anyone says or thinks of you."

"I told you that at the diner, remember?" Ronnie Anne agreed, "And I'm sure Lincoln's said he admires that about you, too, at some point."

"He might have brought it up," Lynn grumbled, suckling on Lucy's clit and making the goth scream, "Thanks, girls."

They continued with their grinding and licking ministrations until the three of them climaxed and rolled off of each other in a pile of sweaty skin and tangled limbs, panting. They were far from satisfied, but they had the rest of the day, so there was no need to rush. As they lay there an idea occurred to Lynn.

"I just realized none of us have ever tried any of that costume stuff," she said, prompting the other two to look at her, "I mean, we've all noticed how much Lincoln gets off on us wearing stupid clothes, right? Socks, boots, my jersey, hoodies, his shirts, and so on."

"He went insane for the costumes Haiku had us wear," Lucy said, cupping her face in her hands, blushing, "It was so gratifying."

"What's your point, Loud?" Ronnie Anne asked, "Do you want us to dress up as nurses or schoolgirls or something? I'm not dressing as a maid!"

"You'd look so sexy in a maid outfit, though," Lucy commented.

"I appreciate the compliment, but really?" the Latina scoffed, "A Mexican maid sexual fantasy? It's a little insulting."

"Fair enough," Lucy conceded, looking back at her older sister, "So what did you have in mind?"

"I don't know, but we'll think of something," Lynn sighed.

"Eventually," Lucy agreed.

"Yeah, eventually," Ronnie Anne snorted, "Now, can we get back to it? All this talk about seducing Lincoln has me going like a faucet."

"Is it wrong that when he's gone we do it on his bed?" Lucy asked as she lowered herself to Ronnie Anne's core, black lips peppering kisses along her inner thighs, "He just washed these sheets."

"And when he gets back and goes to bed, he'll smell us and our love for him," Lynn chuckled, "and it'll get him all hot and bothered."

"How could anyone resist your delicious pussy juice?" Ronnie Anne smirked, grabbing Lynn's hips and rolling on her side.

Seeing what she was attempting, the sisters repositioned themselves accordingly. All three lay on their sides, heads between another's thighs, connected in a circle of oral sex. Ronnie Anne lapped at Lynn's cunt, who in-turn fingered and licked Lucy's, who nibbled and toyed with Ronnie Anne's. Their faces and fingers grew slick with fluids as they massaged one another's precious kittens. They stayed like that for a few hours, shifting their limbs as they got tired, simply rubbing and licking away as orgasms came and went, staining Lincoln's sheets with their moistness, fogging his window with their combined heat, and leaving a scintillating reek in his room that would addle his hormones and make his nose itch.

"I miss him already," Ronnie Anne confessed with a sad sigh.

"Me too," Lynn agreed, "What do you think he's up to?"

"Knowing Luna?" Lucy said, "They're probably putting the hotel's soundproofing and energy bill to the test."

…

"This isn't exactly what I was thinking of when I said we'd make the walls shake hanging with Lincoln!" Sam shouted to Luna over the ludicrously loud music blaring from their various amps and speakers set up within one of the hotel's meeting halls. It had the best soundproofing in the entire building, but that didn't help the shaking. Even shouting, her voice didn't carry far enough to reach Lincoln, who was jamming out on air guitars with Tabby. "When are you gonna make your move?"

"Linc wants to discuss it with his girlfriends first," Luna explained, "I can't just force him to do it, y'know?"

"You're gonna miss your chance!" Sam gaped, "You need to go over there and put some of that Luna Loud charm on that boy!"

"B-but…" Luna began only to stop once she heard the music shift. The heavy metal they had been listening to had ended, replaced by a slow, romantic melody. The purple-clad rocker glared at Tabby, who had somehow moved away from Lincoln and was now standing suspiciously close to the radio setup. Before she could say anything, Sam shoved her from behind towards her brother.

Stumbling a little, she caught herself just in time for Lincoln to turn around, looking confused at the sudden shift in tone. When his eyes landed on her, standing so close, he stood straighter. The two siblings stood, almost mirroring each other with their wide-eyed expressions, lips slightly parted, cheeks coloring. Luna rubbed her left arm, nervously, while Lincoln stood rigidly, fingers grasping dumbly by his sides. The first romantic song ended, another beginning with a piano introduction. Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Luna closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. Opening them again, she was back to her smooth, easygoing self, all casual smiles and hooded eyes. She extended a hand towards her brother.

"Care to dance, bro?" she asked, putting on no airs and making no effort to be anything other than herself. Being fake never got anyone anywhere.

Lincoln watched his hand glide into his sister's of its own volition. Immediately she pulled him close and they fell into a classic waltz position, with Lincoln resting his left hand on her waist, Luna's right hand on his shoulder, and their other hands entwined. His parents had taught his older sisters how to dance for prom until they could teach each other, and over time they had learned and added on. Each Loud who learned to ballroom dance from their older siblings was slightly better than the last as more and more experience accrued. Lily had been an absolute artist by the time she went to prom, stunning everyone there with her fluid, flawless dances.

Luna and Lincoln may have lacked their younger siblings' skills at the art, but they were still light on their feet and remembered the steps with practiced ease. They glided from one to the next, circling the room and each other, like a planet and its moon around an invisible sun. Everything else simply fell away from them, as if they truly were the only bodies in an infinite reality, moving to the rhythm of the universe. The music blended with their heartbeats. Both became so entranced with the other, so fixated on the other's eyes, that there seemed to be nothing else. The music ended and the two adults stumbled, startled by the sudden silence. The world came back into focus around them and they blushed.

"Why…" Lincoln nervously placed his hand on his chest, "why do I feel like this?"

"Music has a way of stirring the soul, Linc," Luna explained, wrapping her arms around her brother, drawing him closer to her, "It has a power, man… one that can change moods and inspire ideas. It can force you to face things you're uncomfortable with."

"What kinds of things?"

"I don't know," Luna smiled, soft and affectionately, "Why don't you tell me? What are you feeling?"

"I feel…" Lincoln let out a shaky breath, "I feel scared, and nauseous, and guilty…"

"Why?"

"Because…" her brother cleared his throat, "Because I also feel… warm, and happy, and safe, and… and…"

"And?" Luna leaned in closer, expectantly.

Lincoln gripped her face in both hands and drew her in for a kiss, which was not what she had been expecting. It began as sweet and tender, fueled by their mutual compassion and warmth towards one another, but it quickly grew fierce, tongues wrestling for dominance, teeth pulling on lips, lip gloss smearing across both faces. They parted, huffing, red-faced, wide-eyed.

"B-b-" Lincoln began, trying to regather his wits.

"W-what?" Luna asked, worried. Had this been too much? She hadn't planned that he'd rush things! He might have just spooked himself out of going further, and she couldn't very well have prevented a mistake he'd make.

"Bedroom," Lincoln said sternly, almost forcefully, a hungry look in his eyes.

Luna felt a grin split her face, heat rising to her cheeks. She barely took a step before Lincoln dipped and lifted her into his arms, bridal style, eliciting a giggle from her as he carried her away. Tabby made to follow, but Sam stopped her with an outstretched hand, waiting until the pair had left the room.

"What the hell, Sam?" the younger rocker snapped, scowling, "I thought the whole point of us coming along was to help her ease Lincoln into sex!"

"Looks to me like he doesn't need any easing," Sam chuckled, "which means you and I are just extra wheels."

"Damn it," Tabby growled, "This was my idea! Now I won't even get any…"

"Chill, Tabs," the older rocker said, "They'll have their honeymoon romance, then we can come in and turn it up a notch. We've got all week, but for now, let's let Luna have some time with her love."

"You're… really cool with this, for some reason," Tabby noted, the frustration in her voice being replaced by confusion, "I feel like you should be, I don't know… jealous or something."

"I know Luna's just caught up with the fact her dream is turning into a reality," Sam explained, "It'll wear off soon – especially when we get in there and I remind her she's mine first and Lincoln's second."

…

Lincoln lowered Luna onto the bed, barely registering that the door to their hotel room had indeed closed behind them. He was too focused on his older sister to fully notice all that was happening around them. There was an energy driving him he had come to recognize as a subtle wrongness which he associated with all of his first experiences. He had felt it when Lucy and Lynn had tricked him into sex with their succubus stunt. He had felt it when he had sex with Ronnie Anne while she had not known it was him. He had felt it again when sleeping with Haiku – his best friend's girlfriend. It made him uncomfortable and undermined the lust and pleasure he felt, but in the past there had always been consent – consent from his sisters, from Ronnie Anne, from Haiku and Clyde…

Now, though, he certainly had Luna's consent as she made no move to stop him, her eyes bidding him to continue, but he did not have the consent of his partners. True, he was in a polyamorous relationship with multiple lovers, but they had not given him permission to sleep around just because of it. Oh, they'd invite other girls into their fun, but that had always been with Lincoln's knowledge and permission. Now that he was pursuing sex without the women he was committed to knowing about it, the wrongness that had been present before had gone from a slightly exhilarating thrill into an inferno of nausea.

"I can't do this…" Lincoln gasped, lifting himself away from the bed and backing into the wall separating the bedroom from its adjoining bathroom, "I can't!"

Luna sat up, disappointment clear on her face, heartache staining her teary eyes, but she stayed strong and gave her brother a fragile smile in a vain effort to say "it's cool, no damage done" despite all evidence to the contrary. She wanted to say something, to try and console him, to let him know pressuring him or trying to win him over with pity was the last thing she wanted, but the pain in her chest was too much, the tightness in her throat making speech impossible.

"It's fine, bro," she finally croaked out. She took a steadying breath, holding onto her tenuous smile as tears fell fresh down her cheeks. God, she was trying to avoid guilt-tripping her brother! In a steadier voice she said, "You're loyal to the others. I love that about you. You don't have to if you feel like it's betraying them."

"But that doesn't stop me from wanting to," Lincoln ran hands through his pale hair, eyes frantic, "and isn't that just as much of a betrayal? And what about you? I love you as much each of them, and the idea of hurting you, it's… it's even worse. What would you do?"

Luna's sorrow was given a reprieve as she contemplated that. What would she do? If Lincoln was the one whose lovers had given consent and Luna was here, alone, without Sam's knowledge on the matter? There was a magnetism between her and her brother that neither of them could deny, but would that itself be enough for her to betray Sam? Dear, sweet, perfect Sam? But… Sam would understand. She'd be hurt, but she more than anyone would understand. Luna suspected that Lincoln's lovers would too, since they were open to polyamory, to incest, and to inviting friends in. If Sam had been the one to instigate those kinds of affairs, to constantly invite external lovers into their personal time together, then would she have any room to talk if Luna took the initiative once? It would still be a betrayal, but… So, what would she do?

"I think…" Luna sighed, "Honestly, I think I would ask for forgiveness, rather than for permission, but I'm not the one who has to make the choice. What do you want?"

"I just want… them to be happy," Lincoln slid down the wall until he was on his haunches, "and you to be happy."

"And that'd make you happy?" Luna felt her heart flutter at such a simple, albeit difficult, wish, "I have no right to speak for them in this situation, but I feel like all they want is for you to be happy."

"It's not right," Lincoln groaned, "None of what I have done so far is right… and yet, I still want to do this with you, to show my love for you, to make you as happy as I've made them happy, even if it means betraying them."

"Linc," Luna began, "why not… call and ask?"

"Call and ask?" the young man looked perplexed, "I'm afraid to. What if they say no?"

"Then we just suck it up, I guess," the rocker sighed, then smiled, "But what if they yes?"

Lincoln fished out his phone and tenuously looked through his contacts before finding Lucy. He found it odd that the youngest of them was sort of their de facto leader. She had been the one to instigate the whole thing, and she was the most level-headed and diplomatic of all of them. Perhaps it was also a selfish desire on his part to call her over Lynn or Ronnie Anne; Lucy was far more understanding and more likely to agree.

"Hello?" Lucy's voice said over the speaker, "Lincoln? Is something wrong?"

"Hey Luc," Lincoln said, feeling some relief wash over him just from hearing her monotonous voice, "No, nothing's wrong, it's just… I needed to ask you and the girls for… something."

"Is that Linc?!" Lincoln heard Lynn's voice in the background. There was the sound of a scuffle and some arguing. "Did you and Luna bang yet?!"

"Wh-what?!" Lincoln paled, almost ripping the phone from his face to stare at it in disbelief, "No!"

"…Why not?" Lynn asked, her voice oddly neutral.

"Because I'm dating you three!" Lincoln said, "B-but… I mean, I-I did call to ask for your consent, so that I could, uh… with Luna, you know…"

"Damn it!" Lynn groaned, her voice slightly away from the receiver, "You were right, Santiago! He did call us first!"

"I told you he would," Ronnie Anne's voice chimed in from the background, "The dude's impulsive, but he's not that impulsive. Remember, I dated him for a pretty long time."

"Wait, did you guys make a bet on whether or not I'd cheat on you?" Lincoln was horrified, "Do you have such little faith in me?"

"It's not that, Lincoln," Lucy said, regaining control of the phone, "We know you would never sleep around unless you loved the woman as much as you loved us. It just seems obvious you'd sleep with Luna, since there's no one you love more than your sisters and you're already comfortable sleeping with them."

"If anything, our bet proves how much faith we have in you," Lynn said, matter-of-factly, "After all, neither of us bet that you wouldn't call us. We just bet to see if you'd call us before or after you did the deed."

"…Thanks?" Lincoln narrowed his eyes, trying to detect some hidden insult, "Well, since I've been outed anyway, uh… can I have your permission to sleep with Luna?"

"Hand the phone to Luna, Linc," Lucy instructed. Lincoln obeyed, worried what exactly he was being excluded from.

"Hello?" Luna answered, equally cautious.

"Do you love him?" Lucy asked, "As much as, if not more than, you love Sam?"

"It's hard to put into words, 'cuz we're always taught that there's only ever one true love," Luna explained, "but growing up the hardest reality I ever had to face was the fact I could never be with the man I loved, and I tried to accept that. Now that I have the chance again, I feel happier than I've ever been and the thought of losing this chance would destroy my soul, man. It's the same with Sam – I love her more than I can describe. She's a part of me, she completes me on a spiritual level. I could never give my whole heart to any one person, because what would be left for my family and friends? But I could give most of it to Lincoln and Sam, in equal measure. Sorry, I guess that doesn't really make a whole lot of sense when I say it out loud like that; made more sense in my head."

"It makes perfect sense, Luna," Lucy assured her older sister, "But if you date Lincoln, you date us, do you understand?"

"What, like…" Luna blushed, lowering her voice and turning away so Lincoln would have to strain to hear, "…have sex with you?"

"Family comes first," Lucy said.

"And me."

"And Ronnie Anne," the goth corrected, "But no, you don't have to have sex with anyone you don't want to. What I mean is that we have a system so we don't stress Lincoln out by stepping on each other's toes. We divide our time with him up, so he isn't stuck having to try and please us all at the same time. And before you accuse us of treating him like a piece of meat, he has a lot of sway on matters; he just doesn't seem to mind the schedule. I imagine it has something to do with the fact he's sleeping with multiple women."

"Alright, so you split up your time with Linc to avoid fights," Luna nodded, "Makes sense. So, really all you want from me is to cooperate with the system you've got, so nobody feels left out or unloved? I can dig it. Anything else?"

"Nothing really," Lucy said, "We'd take an affair very seriously, but inviting others in for occasional sex – with the partners' permission, of course – is perfectly fine. Sam doesn't count, since she's already your girlfriend and you love her as much as Lincoln."

"Man, you girls have this pretty well thought out," Luna chuckled, "Is there paperwork, too?"

"Just remember that Lincoln is our boyfriend as much as yours, and that none of us want to hurt anyone else," Lynn interjected, "And… if you to get to know any of us a little better… well, let's just say Linc isn't the only one willing to cross the line with his sisters."

"I'll keep that in mind," Luna grinned, rubbing her chin, "I've always had a soft spot for little spitfires…"

"Okay, okay," Lucy took control again, "Hand the phone back to Lincoln before we get completely sidetracked."

Luna tossed the phone back to her brother who caught it and answered.

"Luna is part of the club," Lucy explained, "Have a good week, Linc, but not too good, alright? We miss you already, and the first thing we're going to do when you get back is-"

Luna watched as Lincoln's eyes widened and cheeks colored.

"Oh my!" he said, "A-alright, then. I'll be sure to save my strength. I love you. I love you too. Of course I love you too, Lynn. Goodbye."

He hung up and tossed the phone onto the nightstand, ignoring it as it tumbled onto the floor. With his conscience at ease, his focus narrowed back to Luna once more. Somewhere in his mind there was still a part of him questioning the tumultuous madness of his life, of how he now seemed to be juggling four girlfriends, three of which were his sisters, but that part was ignored. After all, if none of them cared about sharing him, if they were all happy, then what did it really matter? Technically, he was sharing them as much as they shared him.

His hands shook with the same anxiety he always felt when it was his first time with a girl he loved. It was hardly noticeable; neither Lynn, Lucy, nor Ronnie Anne had made a comment about it. Still, it was there. Lincoln knew no two girls were alike, and he was afraid that this time would be the time he made a mistake and ruined it for one of the women he loved. After the first time, of course, the anxiety was gone. He would be familiar enough with her not to make a fool of himself.

Luna merely sat on the bed, grinning confidence into her brother, hooded eyes watching his hands run hungrily along her arms to her ratty, purple shirt. She nodded at his questioning glance, finding it cute he was worried about moving too fast with her. They were already in her bedroom; was he seriously worried she'd change her mind now of all times?

Lincoln slid her shirt off over her head and his breath hitched in his throat as he was immediately greeted by her bare chest. She was flatter than Lynn, so it shouldn't have been surprising that she had forgone a bra altogether, but he still wasn't expecting to see her bust so soon. The skin beneath her shirt was paler than the rest, but only marginally so. Pink nipples on the small, pale peaks made him smirk.

"H-hey now, don't laugh…" Luna said, hurt in her voice.

"But they're so cute," Lincoln gripped Luna's hip with one hand while the other held her back. He moved his head closer and began licking and suckling on her breasts, teasing the nipples with his teeth and tongue.

"Gah!" Luna gasped, surprised by the attention her chest was getting. Of all the things she expected her brother to do, taking an interest in her flat chest had not been one of them. "S-stop! Th-that feels weird!"

"Really?" Lincoln's eyebrows shot up, "I've never gotten this kind of response from the others. This is kinda fun."

"Y-you're so mean," Luna said in a pouting voice, but her face was split into a silly smile as her brother continued his work. His hands shifted to her breasts and, unsupported, they fell back on the bed, Luna letting out a moan as she felt the weight of her brother straddling her thighs, his body hovering over her torso. Warm hands and hot breath were dancing over her chest, made moist and cool by Lincoln's attentive licking. "D-don't just focus on my chest, bro."

Understanding perfectly, one of Lincoln's hands drifted down towards her plaid skirt, which was fastened by to white leather belts that crossed through a silvered ring, one plain and the other decorated in studs. Like most of Luna's ensemble, the belts and skirt had been designed by their older sister Leni to be both comfortable and stylish, while still capturing the aesthetic Luna had cultivated over the years. Seeing the obstacle and not wanting to stop altogether, Lincoln grinned at a new idea. He slid off his sister, getting on his knees beside the bed. Luna let out a confused noise as she propped herself up a little to watch.

Sliding his hands along Luna's knees and up her thighs, Lincoln felt his way under her skirt and to her panties, which he slid off as slow as he could manage in his excitement. Luna helped by moving to untie her purple boots, but Lincoln stopped her with a gesture, simply working with her to slide the panties off over the boots and onto the floor. She eased back as her brother removed his orange button-up and undershirt, wondering if he was simply going to skip straight to the main event. She wasn't complaining; she was plenty eager to get to it herself, but she had expected something a bit more…

Oh wait, he was back on his knees before her, using his hands to part her thighs and-

"Whoa there, bro!" she sat up further, blushing like mad, "Y-you don't need to do anything like that for me!"

"It'd be wrong for me to just slam it in there so quickly," Lincoln said, "I mean, we've got all night, and it's our first time. W-why? Is this not something you like?"

"Of course I like it!" Luna laughed, "I mean, what do you think Sam and I do? Just avoid using our tongues?"

"What's wrong, then?" the young man asked, confused.

"I-it's just… I mean, it feels weird having you do something for me without me returning the favor."

"I'll let you in on a little secret, Luna," Lincoln chuckled as he leaned forward into her spread legs, slicing into her with his tongue and taking in her flavor; he stirred her up with his tongue, drinking up the fluids pouring out, and suckled on her clit for a moment before coming up for air, "I love doing this for you girls."

"Hngh…" Luna drooled, face splashed in red, tongue lolling out, eyes rolling backwards, "W-why?"

"Well," Lincoln thought about it, toying with the rocker's pussy with his fingers, running two inside her with piston-like efficiency, "I love making you girls happy, for one. I've always loved it when you've smiled at me, said thank you, given me a kiss on the cheek, or patted my cheek, or rustled my hair. Another thing I enjoy about it is the sensation. The smell is intoxicating, the flavors sublime and unique for each girl, and the feeling of your soft flesh under my hands drives me insane! Finally – and this is why I suspect Lucy and Lynn love giving my head to so much – I love the faces you girls make and the feeling of accomplishment that I could make someone I love feel so, amazingly good without having to myself. To see the person you love weak on their feet all because of your efforts, to see their eyes hungry for more of you… it's a great sensation."

"Mmm…" Luna bit her lip as her brother dug into her once more, feeling the hunger grow in her eyes now that Lincoln mentioned it, her voice taking on the British accent she often slipped into, "Bro, you spin my head right round!"

"Can you feel the love tonight?" Lincoln asked, crawling up the bed, unfastening his belt as he met Luna for a passionate kiss.

"Is this love?" she asked as they took a break for breath, "Or is it just a dream?"

"This is for real," Lincoln assured her and they kissed again. He stroked her cheek and they looked into each other's eyes. "I can't help falling in love."

"Crazy in love," Luna laughed with a smirk, helping her brother out of his pants.

"Do you love me?" Lincoln asked, pretending to be worried.

"I'm crazy for you!" Luna shoved him playfully, eyeing his erection with interest.

"I'll make love to you," Lincoln smirked, keeping their little game going as he slowly inserted himself into Luna's pussy.

She was as warm and as moist as any of his sisters. Lucy and Lynn had been like this, too – so… perfect. He fit each of them like a hand into a perfectly-tailored glove. He shuddered at the pleasure and she clung to him, purple-painted nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders. He grunted at the pain but made no effort to stop her scratching as he picked up speed, ramming her quickly, steadily, until she was moaning in pleasure. He felt himself getting close to climax, his breathing becoming ragged as his member swelled within her.

"Give me your love!" she demanded before he had a chance to pull out.

He felt her purple boots lock ankles behind his back. A part of screamed out in frustration; he could not keep cumming inside of girls like this! Especially his sisters! Still, the larger part of him didn't resist at all, taking a perverse pleasure in pumping his seed deep inside of Luna, listening to her moaning crescendo as if it were the greatest song she'd ever sung. They collapsed onto the bed, Lincoln rolling to lay beside her. They embraced, cuddling and basking in the afterglow of their first time together.

"You're the first boy I've ever slept with," Luna sighed contentedly as she nuzzled into her brother's chest, "Sorry there wasn't really a cherry to pop; Sam and I make good use of toys."

"It's fine," Lincoln chuckled, "I'm getting a little tired of making my sisters bleed down there."

"If taken your sisters' virginity is a downer, look on the plus side," the rocker chuckled, "at least Lori's definitely slept with another man. I can't vouch for the others, though."

"Do you honestly think anymore sisters are going to try and sleep with me?" Lincoln laughed at the idea, "Don't you think three is bizarre enough? I mean, I know I have more sisters than most people, but that's still, like… 30%."

"I wouldn't be surprised if all of them wanted a piece of you, especially after seeing we managed it," Luna explained.

"And the idea of sharing me with 10 other women doesn't bother you?" Lincoln sat up, disbelief on his face, "At all?"

"Well, I mean I'd be jealous," Luna admitted, "but it kinda comes with the territory. We've always had to share you; you don't pick favorites. If all of us said we loved you and wanted to be with you, then none of us should expect you to love only one of us in return. It's not fair."

"I don't know if I could handle 11 girlfriends…" Lincoln confessed, "One of you is hard to satisfy."

"Who says I'm satisfied?" Luna swung herself around to straddle her brother, smirking down at him, "Now get ready, bro. I'm gonna rock your world tonight!"

"What about the rest of the week?"

"As much as I'd like to keep you to myself, I can't be away from Sam very long – it'd break my heart if she thought I forgot about her," Luna said, "Besides, she's gotta ride that rod of yours, bro – Tabby, too."

"Sounds like I've got my work cut out for me, then," Lincoln sighed in pleasure as Luna slid herself on him again, "I'll do my best to leave a good impression with your girlfriend; I wouldn't want her thinking I'm not giving you my all."

"Enough talk, dude," Luna let out a moan, "Let's make music!"

A/N: None of the Princess Pony characters I made up have any resemblance to any MLP characters; I just came up with generic names.

For this fic I've decided to make Luna flat-chested. The reason for this is that, besides Lynn, all of Lincoln's sisters will have medium to large busts, so I needed some variety.

Apologies if the story doesn't have any conflict or struggle; it's really just a "fuck of the week" thing until the entire roster is gone through. To add some kind of romantic drama or to make a harem seem more realistic on top of building a harem of a dozen-plus girls stretches the limits of plausibility.

That whole sequence between Lincoln and Luna near the end was a bunch of song references because that's Luna's quirk in the show.

This chapter is longer than I wanted it to be. The next chapter will be the finale for the Rock Band arc and include Sam and Tabby.