I was actually a little hesitant to post this chapter. I think maybe I took things just a little bit too far. Oh well. If I disappear in the dead of night, you know why. This chapter is dedicated to cabgrant, who requested extra tongue kissing and who wants me to have Lincoln get Lynn pregnant. I don't think I'm going to take it that far, bud, but hey, you can always write your own fanfic.

It had been an hour. A whole hour.

Lincoln lie awake in his sleeping back, looking up into the darkness and waiting for Lynn. He figured she wouldn't follow right behind him, but he didn't think she would wait so fucking long.

Sighing, he got up, crawled to the flap, and unzipped it just enough to see: The fire was a speck in the distance. He squinted, and was pretty sure that he saw everyone in the same spots they'd been in when he left. Sitting. Talking. Laughing. Hahahaha.

Gritting his teeth, he zipped the flap and went back to his sleeping bag. He slipped inside, and tried to read an Ace Savvy comic by flashlight, but his mind was so far away that he wound up going over the same panel a dozen times and failing to get even an elementary idea of what was going on. He laid the comic on his chest, let out a long grrrr, and put his hands behind his head. How long before they all went into their tents and Lynn could come to him? Another hour? God, he hoped not. He didn't think he could wait that long. It was after ten, surely they'd go to bed soon, right? It was a long, hot day, hiking, swimming in the river. He knew he'd be tired if he wasn't so amped up.

He thought back to their kiss in the river, and warmth spread through him. He replayed it again and again and again, remembering the feeling of her lips against his. He got out of his sleeping bag, crawled to the flap, and unzipped it again. Nothing had changed. He heard a burst of laughter.

Come on, damn it, hit the hay!

For a long moment he sat there, listening to them and watching them. Someone got up, and he started. Looked like...Lori. Yes, Lori was going to her tent. Yes! One down, five to go!

Seconds later, Lori came out of her tent and slipped a sweatshirt on. No! She went over to her chair and sat down. Go to bed! Don't you know what time it is?

Pulling his hair, he got back into his sleeping bag and took several deep breaths. Okay, so it's going to be like that. Fine. He opened the comic again and started reading. Thoughts of Lynn danced through his mind. Later, he told them and redoubled his focus on the page. They persisted, however.

Go to the flap. You might see her coming.

No, he wasn't falling for that again. He'd hear her when she came back. Until then, he'd just read and...

He lost his train of thought. Damn it.

Okay. One more time. Ace, take it away...

...nope.

"Ugh."

He got up and went to the flap. He unzipped it and looked out. Lynn was coming. His heart leapt into his throat, and he pulled back into the tent so she wouldn't see him. Play it cool, Loud.

Only she did she him. She ducked her head and smiled. The past hour had been the longest of her life; she wanted to hurry everyone to bed, but she didn't want to look suspicious. Instead, she sat there pretending there wasn't someplace she'd rather be. When mom finally stretched, yawned, and declared the day done, she fought not to jump up and take off. "Aw, mom," she said.

"Now, young lady."

Doing her best to look disappointed, she got up. "Alright. Goodnight."

Now, she was fighting the urge to go directly into Lincoln's tent. She glanced over her shoulder, and saw everyone breaking and heading to their own quarters. Dad dumped a bucket of creek water on the fire, and darkness rushed in.

She reached her tent, unzipped the flap, and got in. On her hands and knees, she crawled to the little mesh window facing Lincoln and whispered, "Linc!"

He appeared at his window, and she grinned. "Don't fall asleep. I'll be over soon."

Lincoln nodded and disappeared.

His stomach rolled sickeningly. A band of anxiety squeezed his chest. He tried to take a deep breath, but couldn't. He sat Indian style and put his hands on his knees. They shook.

For a long time he sat there, waiting for his sister to come to him. He glanced out the window a couple times hoping she hadn't fallen asleep, but he didn't see anything. Did she want this as much as he did? Or would she go to bed and forget it?

A terrible thought struck him then: What if this was some kind of elaborate prank? What if this was the "payback" she mentioned the other day?

He was so consumed with worry that he didn't hear her leave her tent and come to his, didn't know she was there until she stuck her head through the flap and grinned. "Hey, bro." He started.

"Did I scare you?"

He shook his head. "No." His voice was unsteady.

"Good." She slipped in and zipped the flap. She was wearing an oversized red and white jersey and socks. As she reached for the zipper, Lincoln craned to see what she was wearing underneath, but her bare legs distracted him.

"You got a flashlight?" she asked.

"Yeah." He grabbed his flashlight and clicked it on; muted yellow light filled the tent. She was sitting on her knees in front of him, her hands on her thighs. Lincoln's breath came in ragged gasps. He swallowed hard and looked her up and down. She was smiling, light dancing in her eyes.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, "a lot."

She giggled and looked away. When she looked back, Lincoln saw her blushing. In that moment, he knew...this was real. Terror filled him, but also ecstasy. Their eyes locked, and for a time, neither moved, neither knew what to do. Then Lynn leaned forward, and Lincoln met her lips with his. Their tongues touched, and Lincoln's heart pounded so hard it echoed through the chambers of his head. He caressed her face, and she shuddered.

Neither one of them could say how long the kiss lasted. It could have been five minutes or it could have been five hours. The taste of her lips and breath enchanted him, and he could have stayed there all night.

When it broke, Lynn was panting. She bit her lower lip. "What'cha got there?"

Lincoln cocked his head.

She looked at his crotch. That's when he realized he was hard. And not just hard, but so hard it hurt.

His first instinct was to hide it. He put his hands in his lap.

"No," she said, an edge of disappointment in her voice. "I like it."

He took his hands away, and she smiled. She looked at him. "Can I see it?"

Lincoln's entire body felt feverish. His stomach quivered and his head ached. She watched him intently.

Taking a deep breath, he unzipped his pants and pulled them down.

When Lynn saw it, her eyes went wide. It was bigger than she'd expected. Little bro's packing, she thought, and giggled. A look of horror crossed Lincoln's face.

"No," she said, "I wasn't laughing at you. It's just...bigger than I thought."

She examined it closer. Her heart was blasting against her ribcage. She looked up at him. "C-Can I touch it?"

Lincoln nodded rustily.

She took a deep breath, and took it in her hand. Lincoln jumped, and she felt warmth spreading through her crotch.

It was hot and smooth. Soft was the first word that came to mind; it was hard, but the skin...the skin was soft, unlike any skin she had ever touched before. She ran her hand up and down the shaft, rubbing her thumb across the tip; it came away sticky.

Lincoln's eyelids fluttered, and an expression of nirvana came to his face.

"Do you want to see mine?" she asked, barely able to speak over her exploding heart.

"Yes," he panted.

She let go of his penis (her hand feeling suddenly cold and empty), and leaned back. She hooked her thumb into her underwear, and slid them down her legs and Lincoln watched, transfixed. The feeling of the fabric against her skin made her shake, and the cool air against her most sensitive part was almost painful.

She pulled her panties over her ankles and tossed them aside, opening her legs to give Lincoln a better view. His eyes went wide as he leaned over. She could feel his gaze, and it was making her crazy.

"Can I?" he asked.

"Yes, please."

Lincoln laid his hand on her stomach, and she shook. Slowly, he trailed his fingers down, grazing her flesh. She bit her lower lip and sighed.

When his warm hand reached her sex, she gasped.

Lincoln sat for a moment with his sister's privates cupped in his hand. Heat radiated in waves. It was slick, tender, and the dank smell made his heart pitter-patter.

He took his hand away, and slid two fingers down her center. She gasped again. "That feels so good," she purred. He rubbed faster, up and down, stopping only to make deep, lazy circles with his fingertips. She moved her hips in time with his rhythm, making small noises in the back of her throat. Up and down, up and down. On one pass, he went low, and his finger slipped into her. She jerked and hissed over clenched teeth. "Stop," she said, "you're going to make me cum."

He pulled his hand away, and she propped herself up on her elbow. Her cheeks were fire truck red, and she panted harder than she after a back-to-back football double header. She looked at him. "You got skill. I'll say that."

Lincoln smiled. "Thank you."

Sitting up, she pulled her shirt off and threw it aside. Her breasts were small and firm. Her nipples were erect, the skin around them dark and dimpled with goosebumps. Lincoln's breath caught in his throat.

"You saw these yesterday," she smiled, "didn't you?"

Huh? Yesterday? Oh, right, through the window. Lincoln nodded stiffly.

She took his hands in hers and pressed them against her breasts. They were warm, soft, and full, the flesh melting into his palms. He could feel the crazy tempo of her heart, and for some reason, that excited him. She let go of his hands, and he gently massaged her chest. She sighed and threw her head back. "That's nice."

He ran his thumbs over her nipples, and she shivered. "Really nice."

He leaned in and kissed her neck. He moaned, and he moved down to her shoulder, then up to her ear. "Yes," she panted.

Suddenly she was on her back, below him, and he was on top, pinning her arms to the ground. He kissed her lips, hungrily, and she kissed him back. Somehow he lost his pants, and his rigid penis was free, the tip pressing against his sister's girlhood. He adjusted himself, and he felt himself slide into her, but only a fraction of an inch. She gasped and looked up and him, her eyes narrowed, and bit her lip. "Do it," she moaned, "please."

He thrusted into her, and she cried out, biting her lips to stifle the sound. Lincoln's head swam. The feeling was indescribable. He thrusted again, and she brought her hips up to meet him. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her shoulder, and she moaned. He thrusted again, and again, and once more: Lynn closed her eyes as she felt her orgasm welling within her. She clenched her teeth as bolts of electricity shot through her body. Almost, almost, al-

She trembled as it overtook her. She clamped down on her tongue to keep from screaming.

Her orgasm sparked his. He pulled out and dropped over the edge, his climax flowing from him in waves. His knees buckled, and he dropped next to his sister: For a while they both panted and spasmed as nerve endings reacted.

"Wow," Lynn said.

Lincoln nodded. "Wow."