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Saving Lincoln

By Lola Presents

Chapter 7

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Lincoln gawked at his sister long enough to absorb what was happening. He stood up and adjusted his package to lay flat against his lower torso as Lynn prepared the setting. Bending over and going to a half-squat, Lynn brushed a loose strand of hair over her right ear as she adjusted Lincoln's radio clock.

Finding the station she'd identified earlier that day, she lowered the volume to an acceptable level, allowing them both to hear the slow waltz the device emitted without waking anyone. She then returned to a stand, facing her brother.

"Lynn, I..." Lincoln began to plead but was cut short by Lynn's finger.

"Shhh," his sister whispered, smiling like the Cheshire cat.

Taking a step forward, Lynn wrapped his right arm around her waist, placing his hand near her lumbar region, then put her left hand on his shoulder. Taking his left hand with her right, she extended her arm, firm but relaxed.

They began dancing, slowly at first, with Lynn leading and giving Lincoln plenty of cues. Lynn brought Lincoln steadily closer to her with every pass around what little floorspace existed in the room. Soon, they came face to face, and Lynn, being taller by only an inch or two, gazed deeply into Lincoln's eyes.

Lincoln thoroughly enjoyed himself. He wasn't much of a dancer, but Lynn was doing a fine job of leading, so he began to relax rapidly. Upon meeting her gaze, he pulled his sister in as close as he dared, without stepping on her feet. Lynn looked exotic tonight, and Lincoln was becoming lost in her aura.

Lynn lowered her head to his shoulder, her cheek grazing his, and electricity moved between them, igniting the flame already present. Lincoln never imagine Lynn would be so soft, picturing her instead as a solidly toned athlete. But she was surprisingly yielding and comfortable to hold.

Lincoln could feel Lynn's breath upon his bare shoulder. It was warm and heavy and tantalized his flesh as it rolled down his back. Leaning closer still, he breathed in deeply, taking her scent in. As it passed over his olfactory nerves, there was a hint of recognition present. The aroma lingered and leveraged his already heightened libido to new lofts.

The song ended, and Lynn pulled back marginally. Smiling at her brother with genuine devotion and unadulterated vulnerability, she cupped her hands around his cheeks. She then pulled him into a sensual kiss that lasted until the next song began.

Lincoln closed his eyes and echoed her passion. Parting his lips, their tongues performed in synchronicity to the music. Their fluids mingled as they became one and shared their essences. When Lynn finally pulled away, leaving Lincoln staring blankly at her, she dimmed the overhead light, leaving only the amber glow of Lincoln's nightlight.

Lynn backed up a few steps, as seductively as she knew how, until her thighs found the edge of Lincoln's bed. Lincoln continued to gaze in awe as Lynn's hands went to her waist and began pulling the hem of her dress slowly upwards, like two spiders reeling in their kill.

Lincoln nearly drolled over how slender and perfect his sister's legs were and began breathing heavily when the red-laced crotchless panties appeared. Lynn batted her eyes once her garment was entirely above her hips, then laid back across his bed, then pulled her legs up to her chest. Finally, she moaned as she moved them as far apart as was comfortable, leaving her crotch completely vulnerable. The crisp night air lighted upon her folds, causing her to tingle—tiny goosebumps forming along her exposed skin.

"Eat me, Lincoln," Lynn begged in a barely audible whisper, her body writhing gently upon his bed. "Take whatever you want!"

Lincoln strode slowly toward his bedside and went to his knees, putting his head at eye's level with the buffet she offered. Licking his lips, Lincoln began at the base of her butt, kissing her flesh and licking her offerings in small circular motions until he passed over her anus. There he lingered, savoring the heady scent and slightly metallic taste present until no trace of it remained.

Only then did he forge ahead to her vaginal opening. Once more, he paused to tease the thin lip of skin near the bottom of her entrance, flicking his tongue quickly against it, causing the fluids building inside to cascade down his tongue into his mouth. Lincoln then rimmed her hole gently and slowly, making her moan more deeply.

"More..." Lynn squeaked out between moans, thoroughly enjoying Lincoln's oral ministrations.

Leaving her canal, he continued his trek upward, focusing his attention on her urethra, which had become as swollen as her labia. Taking a long, deep breath, he inhaled the scent of her nectar. Unable to contain himself any longer, he formed a tight suction upon the small orifice and began licking it clean.

His mouth flooded with a salty, but not unpleasant, taste, and his cock responded harshly. His member became so full of blood that he felt as if he would explode should he not copulate soon. But not before he entertained Lynn's button. Moving upward still, he clamped down upon the little nub and rolled it between his tongue and gums, massaging it furiously until it became as stiff as his cock.

Finally, he stood and stepped from his victory undies and aligned himself with his sister, thrusting into her warm, wet passage with great force. Halfway through his initial thrust, he felt slight resistance. On his second, he pushed through it, slamming his rod against her cervical opening.

Lynn's head lolled back, and her eyes glazed over at both the pain and the pleasure. Her jaw dropped as if screaming, but no sound emerged. Instinctively, Lincoln looked down to make sure he hadn't hurt her. Seeing a small trickle of blood oozing from between them, he began to panic.

However, Lynn anticipated the reaction, assuming Lori was no virgin by the time she and Lincoln had sex. Letting go of her legs, she wrapped them tightly around her waist, dug her heels into his buttocks, and forced him to continue the onslaught.

With Lynn's legs now free, he leaned in and ran his hands up under her dress, caressing the smooth, tone skin that covered her abdomen. Lynn began pulling the remainder of the dress up and over her head as Lincoln continued slamming into her. Finally, she tossed the liberated garment to the bed and wriggled her finger at Lincoln.

The feverish young man followed his sister's command and moved upward along her stomach as she pulled the bra off her breasts without taking it off. Lynn's small but pert globes enticed Lincoln into a frenzy. Taking one into his mouth, he began assaulting it with a conviction and tenderness Lynn wasn't expecting while he teased the other with his free hand.

The pace and ferocity of their lovemaking had nearly peaked, nearly causing Lynn's head to hit the wall on several occasions. Putting her hands between it and the wall, she softened the blow but didn't have to keep them there for long. Lincoln shook, and his mouth contorted as he pumped his sister's cavern full of sticky, white fluid, filling every nook and cranny inside of her.

Sweating profusely, Lincoln began to come down, as did Lynn. Lincoln stepped back and pulled out slowly as his member was overly sensitive, as Lynn slid forward off his bed and onto the floor.

"Please, let me clean you up," Lynn cooed quietly. "It's the least I can do."

Lincoln stood and took his place at his bed's edge, as Lynn eagerly accepted his length into her mouth. Her tongue worked, seemingly with expertise, as it explored every vein and rim along his shaft, replacing the sticky remains with cool saliva. Finally, Lynn pulled herself from Lincoln and stood.

She took off her bra and panties, now drenched with sweat and other fluids, then gathered her things and placed them under the bed. She then lay next to Lincoln once he'd moved onto the bed properly. She snuggled into his arms, his flaccid member between her legs, and he wrapped his arms around her. Sighing, Lincoln commended her.

"Lynn," he tried to whisper through the still heavy breaths. "You were incredible."

"Thanks," Lynn whispered back. "I love you, Lincoln. And I always will."

"I love you too, Lynn," he responded. "But I have to ask you something."

"Yeah?" prodded Lynn, turning her head a little.

"What is that perfume you are using?" he asked curiously. "I know I've encountered it before, but I can't place it."

"Well, to be honest..." Lynn said, her blushing grin unseen by Lincoln. "I wasn't using any."

"I don't understand," Lincoln admitted after a moment.

"I figured as much as you liked the way Lily smells..." Lynn began, letting the insinuation trail off. "I thought that maybe you'd like it with me. So I didn't wipe today. Sorry I didn't have any baby powder, though. Mom hasn't bought any since Lily got potty trained."

Lincoln leaned over her to meet her and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Well, it was exhilarating, and it worked," Lincoln admitted, kissing her shoulder as repeatedly. "I didn't think about her once all night."

"Goodnight, boyfriend," Lynn softly cooed as she rolled back over, smiling at a job well done.

"Sweet dreams, Lynn," Lincoln replied, yawning deeply.

Not quite two feet away, through four inches of sparse insulation and two layers of sheetrock, lay a very disillusioned and disheartened little girl. With the walls being so thin, Lily had heard everything. Though she had to strain to listen to them, Lily could even make out the whispers.

It was already bad enough that the big bossy one got to have grown-up cuddle time with Lincoln, but now the red and white meanie also got to do it. It wasn't fair! Lily began to despise being little when it used to bring her much joy. She'd always gotten what she wanted. Well, most of the time. People adored her and doted on her. But now, it seemed that everyone was ignoring her, especially Lincoln! And she wasn't going to accept that.

Of course, Lily had no idea what they were doing with Lincoln, but it sounded fun and exciting. How could anything fun or exciting hurt? That's what Lincoln said, but she wasn't sure she believed it. She didn't want to get him in trouble, though. Sighing mournfully, Lily rolled over on her side and fell asleep, her unconscious brain releasing one final wish for the day.

"Wincoln..." Lily whispered as her lids shut, squeezing out a single crocodile tear.

Lynn's phone alarm went off at five in the morning, rousing both Lincoln and herself. Taking turns in the shower, they freshened up and headed back to their separate rooms, kissing once in the hall as they switched up.

Once Lynn placed her things neatly in her closet and dresser drawer, she put on her nightshirt and entered her bedding. She lay there for several moments, grinning goofily at the ceiling. Her hands lay upon her stomach, one over the other, hoping she was pregnant.

Winning Lincoln's heart and having his baby were things she'd dreamt of for almost a year, and now that Lincoln had accepted her, her desire to carry his child increased dramatically. However, her release would shortly be interrupted.

"I take it things went well?" whispered Lucy, which in her case, wasn't much different than when she talked.

"Luce?" quietly gasped Lynn. "I thought you were asleep."

"I couldn't," replied Lucy. "I was too excited.'

"Hah," chuckled Lynn. "You? Excited? Well, if you must know, it went great. Lincoln was amazing!"

"So, now that I have something on you, I need to ask you a question," Lucy stated plainly. "I've known for a while that you fancied Lincoln. You talk in your sleep occasionally. But until now, you were too afraid to tell him. What changed?"

"Uh, well," Lynn stammered, not wanting to break Lincoln's trust. "I d-don't know if I can tell you that. A-are you going to turn us in?"

"Tempting," Lucy sighed. "But no. Be careful from now on, though. I can still use the vents, you know. It would be a shame if something got recorded."

Lynn swallowed, struggling to maintain herself. She'd never known Lucy to record anything. That was Luan's job. But then again, she wasn't ready to risk it.

"Fine..." Lynn sighed, trusting in the relationship she had with her roommate.

Lynn told Lucy everything, from Lincoln's feelings toward Lily to Lori's intervention, as well as her discovery and subsequent affair.

"I see," mumbled Lucy. "What about Leni?"

"Well, she's Lori's roommate, so I suppose she knows everything as well," Lynn surmised. "I don't think she's slept with him, though."

"Forgive me for saying so," the young goth pre-emptively apologized, "but I get the feeling you slept with Lincoln more for yourself than out of concern for Lily."

Lynn considered the supposition and realized that Lucy was correct. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she used Lily as an excuse. However, as long as Lincoln loved her and stayed away from Lily because of that love, everybody won.

"You're right, you know," Lynn admitted. "But when I heard about Lily, I had to do something, even if it was mostly selfish."

"I get it," Lucy nodded. "But what would you have done had he not accepted your love?"

"I d-don't know..." stammered Lynn, trying to avoid the scenario. "I mean, what else could I do? I wouldn't want Lily to be hurt, of course, but I honestly don't care if they fool around."

"Seriously?" gasped Lucy. "May I ask why?"

"Well, I play a lot of sports, and there's a lot of skin-contact there," Lynn tried desperately to explain her mindset. "Uhg! Wait, that's not quite what I meant. The way I see it, it's no different than a foot rub or a backscratch. If two people want to touch each other, and it doesn't hurt anyone, then so be it. Now, if he hurt her, that's another thing altogether. I'd be the first to pound him into pulp."

"I see," hummed Lucy. "I have one more question, and then I'll let you get some sleep."

"Fine, what is it?" sighed Lucy's sister.

"Would you be offended if I..." Lucy started to say before choking.

"Hm?" asked Lynn, sitting up slightly.

"If... if I try?" Lucy finally said quieter than usual. "You know, to distract Lincoln."

Lynn raised her brow, and a knowing smirk crossed her face.

"Lucy!" Lynn said in a teasing way. "Why, I didn't know you had it in you? I always figured you and that dumb statue would be together for the rest of your life. But seriously, I don't mind. The more incentive Lincoln has to leave Lily alone, the better."

"Thank you, Lynn," Lucy said. "Goodnight."

For several minutes following his shower, Lincoln lay in bed, trying to come to terms with his newfound feelings for Lynn. So far, both Lori and Lynn have given themselves to him, and he to them. He was entirely committed to each of them. As wonderful as they were, however, his feelings remained for his youngest sibling.

He knew what sparked their decisions to confess their love to him, but it still bothered him that it took something unusual to push them. He wondered if they may try to recruit some of his other sisters to assist them, either as lookouts or, gulp, even more relationships.

If their cadre grew too large, he'd have no time for Lily, and he feared that would utterly destroy the little girl, not to mention himself. He honestly couldn't explain his feelings regarding her. It was confusing, and by society's standards, terribly wrong. Yet, the desires remained. But what were they exactly?

He loved his littlest sister and understood her. He wanted to spend as much time with her as possible. And yes, while there were physical urges involved, he was revolted at the prospect of hurting her.

Nocturnal fantasies aside, he knew that any action along those lines would traumatize her and would haunt him forever if he pursued them. Finally exhausted beyond the point of no return, Lincoln fell asleep, conflicted and distraught.

Lisa woke around eight-thirty or thereabouts. After sitting up, yawning, and stretching herself, she got up and put on her clothes. Then, as typical, she approached Lily's bed to wake her sister for breakfast. Oddly, the little girl was already awake and lying on her side with her hands tucked under her pillow.

"Lily?" Lisa asked, noticing the large wet stain on the pillowcase near her cheek. "Are you alright?"