DISCLAIMER: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino.
Saving Lincoln
By Lola Presents
Chapter 10
TheAllSeeingEye4812: Well, I wouldn't say addict. Occasional user, yes. And don't worry, there won't be any. At least, not in the way one would think. Guess away.
Guest: *prays*
Luna and Sam had played their fair share of seedy establishments, and if their hopes came true, they'd surely visit even stranger places as their musical careers moved forward. Neither was into hard drugs or substance abuse in any way. However, they did partake of mary jane before, and sometimes after, shows. It helped them calm their nerves in preparation for their gigs. Also, it lessened the frenzy surrounding after-show gatherings with local fans.
Tonight, however, it wasn't their inhibitions Luna was worried about, but Lincoln's. Her brother was already under a lot of stress regarding Lily. But when you added in the extra pressures of forming relationships with his other sisters, he might explode. Therefore, Luna felt he could benefit from some weed and a little alcohol to take the edge off things.
So, where does Sam fit into the picture? Well, Luna's and Sam's relationship has been airtight since they started dating full time. Neither hid anything from the other, including who they found attractive. If only one found someone desirable, they needed the other's permission. Should that permission not be given, they didn't pursue it. However, if they found someone who moved both of them, both got included.
As it happens, Sam had been crushing on Lincoln for a very long time, and he was one of the primary reasons she began hanging out with Luna. However, Luna didn't recognize her feelings until recently, so there was nothing to tell Sam. Now, however, things had changed.
"Sam, head downstairs and get things ready," Luna whispered. "I'll go fetch Lincoln."
"You got it!" whispered Sam, a bit louder than intended. "Oops..." she apologized in a much softer tone.
Sam took off her shoes, hid them under the end table, and made her way downstairs. Once there, she rolled out three joints and made sure the lighter worked and was full of fluid. After that, she eyeballed the rather large pile of haphazardly stacked laundry.
"Perfect," she thought, flattening the hill of fabric into a sizable spread, cushioning the floor for them.
Sam located the boombox that usually sat upon the shelf above the washer and dryer and found a hard-core rave station. Of course, she kept the volume low, but something was better than nothing.
"Lincoln..." called Luna sweetly, standing beside his bed. "Wakey wakey, it's time to party!"
"Huh, what?" snapped Lincoln, sitting up and swatting at the air. "Luna?"
"Mmhmm," Lincoln's sister cooed. "Come with me. I have a surprise for you."
"Again?" Lincoln sighed as he wearily crawled from under his bedding.
"Now, now," Luna said. "You're going to like this. I promise."
"Alright, fine," the boy agreed. "Where are we going, anyway?"
"You'll see..." Luna whispered, giggling to herself.
Lincoln followed Luna's lead, still in nothing but his underwear, as they crept downstairs, through the dining room and the kitchen, and to the basement door.
"What are we doing here?" inquired Lincoln, feeling a bit of fear welling up within him.
Luna said nothing but opened the door leading down. Lincoln could hear a faint sound coming from below decks. Music. Rave, to be precise. He also smelled an unusual scent wafting up the stairs. For a moment, he hesitated but relented when Luna insisted that he go ahead of her.
Luna closed the door and locked it, then followed her brother down the stairs. The lights were dim and the room filled with a light fog. Someone had opened two of the cellar windows, and Lincoln assumed it was to keep the fumes from building and spreading throughout the house.
He wondered what the smoke was all about. It certainly didn't smell like Luna's smog machine. As he reached the bottom step and moved into the small basement, he saw the source of the smoke. Sam was leaning against the washer with her hair loose and dangling in her face seductively.
"Hey there, sexy," Sam greeted Lincoln, exhaling some of that smoke from the funny cigarette she held.
Luna pulled Lincoln over to Sam and thrust him against her. Sam's eyes met his, and she smiled at him anticipatingly. Fluttering her brows, Sam handed Lincoln a beer.
"We each get two," Luna announced, reaching for hers and popping the top. "Oh, and don't forget this!" she chuckled, lighting a joint and slipping it into her brother's mouth.
"What the heck?" Lincoln coughed and removed the weed between his thumb and index finger.
"Go on, baby bro," Luna insisted, taking a long pull off hers, holding it, then finally letting it go. "It'll help you relax, dude."
"Relax?" Lincoln repeated. "For what?"
Sam then stepped forward, causing Lincoln to fall back onto the spread-out pile of laundry, which he found curiously comfortable. However, his nerves were anything but calm. Maybe they were right, though. He'd been through a lot the past few days, and only God knew what was to come.
Tossing down a sizable swallow of the beverage, he shook his head frenetically at how different it tasted from soda. When his head cleared, he considered the joint in his hand, and with nothing to lose, drew deeply from it. Following Luna's lead, he held it in as long as he could, despite the burning sensation, then breathed it out.
Never having done anything like it before, Lincoln's head began to swim, though not as much as he expected. He took another sip from the can, this time of a more manageable size, and felt pleasingly warm afterward. Lincoln began to relax and sink into the soft support under him when Luna and Sam started dancing to the music.
Lincoln's eyes perked up, as did his member, for he had never seen two girls dance quite this provocatively before. As neither of them invited him to dance, he watched them with glee. Soon into the choreography, Luna and Sam began undressing each other, cementing the growing erection in his underwear.
Luna pulled off Sam's Royal Air Force tee shirt first and swung it around before flinging it to the side. Next, Sam removed Luna's purple tank-top and slid it between her legs before tossing it aside. Lincoln gawked at their per breasts, hidden just beneath their bras, and waited with anticipation for the next event.
As the girls separated and spun solo, they undid their bras. Luna tossed hers away, but Sam wrapped hers around Luna's neck, pulling her in for a passionate kiss, their bare breasts pushing harshly against each other. Lincoln took another toke and sipped his beer, trying to keep his lips from drying out due to panting.
Lincoln's inebriation was beginning to work, and he felt the pulse of the music course through him, his heart synchronizing to its tempo. Taking another drink, he swallowed as they removed each other's shoes and socks. Then, facing him, they began slowly shimmying their way out of their remaining clothes.
Luna undid her white, studded belt, allowing her skirt to fall to her feet, tossing it with one foot onto Lincoln's head, where it landed off-center. Lincoln gingerly pulled the short dress off his head as if he were afraid to touch it. All those years of thinking one's sisters were untouchable rose to the surface.
Sam slid her finger into her waistband and moving one side down, then the other, a little at a time, she wriggled out of her purple pants. Finally, she pulled them off altogether and tossed them with her other things. The girls were now down to their panties, and what a sight they were for the horny young man.
Their garments were moist and clung to their soft, smooth skin, defining their sexes. Lincoln began to drool as they both pulled their panties up forcefully, giving themselves severe cameltoes. The fabric of their soaked undies sank between their clefts, leaving little to the imagination.
At this point, Lincoln pulled from his joint again, taking a long, deep breath, and held it as long as he could. The final act was about to begin, and Luna stepped behind Sam to free her loins from their damp enclosure. Then Sam, now totally nude, moved toward Lincoln, turned, and squatted, shoving her ass in his face.
Lincoln moved in to taste her delicate skin, but Sam pulled away suddenly. Stepping behind Luna, she repeated the performance on her friend. Now unhindered by cloth, Luna stepped toward Lincoln and spun on her heels, then stopped and placed one foot on the wall behind his head and leaned forward, bringing her flower within tongue's reach.
However, before Lincoln could move, Luna also stepped back for one more round of choreography and passionate kissing. Seeing that Lincoln had drained his beer and finished his weed, the girls pulled him to a stand, which was admittedly tricky in Lincoln's present condition. Yet, he somehow managed it.
Together, the girls circled him slowly, one hand each grazing his torso as they moved around him. Luna settled in front of him while Sam positioned herself to his back. Lincoln then felt their fingers slither their way into his underwear and begin dragging them downward.
For a moment, Lincoln flinched and almost grabbed them himself to pull them back up. However, alcohol and weed had invaded his mind, and he submitted to their whims. Soon, his undies were removed from him one foot at a time, and he, too, was nude.
Luna and Sam rose once more and pressed themselves against him. Lincoln could feel Luna's and Sam's soft mounds spread their heat throughout his chest. Then Luna ducked down and slid his pulsing member into her mouth, while Sam spread his cheeks and began eating his ass.
Lincoln nearly toppled under the weight of the sensations. His knees buckled, and he resorted to holding himself upright by putting his hands on the girl's heads. Neither budged and held firm, allowing the awkward stance.
When the girls had their fill, they laid Lincoln back down upon the cushioning and handed him his second beer. Finishing their own, they also opened their second, lighting another joint and passing it around.
Luna and Sam laid down beside Lincoln, propped up by the clothing, as they played with their clits, bringing themselves to full arousal as Lincoln downed his beer and took his turn hitting the roach.
Finally, everyone had consumed all there was to drink or smoke. Lincoln feared the evening was over, but he was dead wrong. Swinging one leg swiftly over Lincoln, Sam pulled herself up, straddling his lap. In near unison, Luna stood, stepped over Lincoln's chest. Facing Sam, Luna lowered her nether regions to Lincoln's mouth.
Moving Lincoln's twitching cock into place, Sam sank onto his length, taking it all with ease. While Lori and Lynn had been relatively tight, offering sensations of their own, Sam's orifice was well used and gave Lincoln something new to experience. It was hot and wet, sliding on and off him with well-lubricated ease, allowing Sam to oscillate faster and with greater zeal than either Lori or Lynn.
As Sam bore down on his cock, gyrating as she moved up and down his length, Lincoln burrowed his tongue into Luna's pink hole, lapping up every drop of her natural lubricant. However, he couldn't keep pace with her. Luna's body reacted by producing more. Lincoln, lost in his lust, pulled Luna down some and breathed in the scent of Luna's sweat and funk. After holding it for a moment, then releasing it, he assaulted her asshole, renewed with hunger and desire.
Soon, the girls stood and switched places, kissing each other as they settled. Once settled, they took turns orally teasing each other's breasts, as Lincoln felt himself building to a peak. As Luna dropped onto him with vigor, bracing herself with her arms, Lincoln began tasting whatever treats Sam had to offer.
Sam had other ideas, though. Kinky ones. Grabbing his right hand, she folded down all but his index finger, then placed it near her urethra. Shoving it inside herself, she let out a guttural moan, taking Lincoln by surprise. Sam then retracted it and thrust it in again, then Lincoln took over, throwing Sam into a frenzy. In time, his passion ran over, and he felt his scrotum contract.
"Girls..." he whimpered from under Sam's crotch. "I'm gonna..."
Luna planted herself firmly upon Lincoln's hips as Sam came to a stand and moved behind Luna. The latter remained still as Lincoln began coating her canal with his seed. After three glorious spurts, Luna quickly rolled off of him to let Sam get her present. Dropping to her knees, Sam lined him up, swallowing his member once more into her depths, the final few spurts flowing into her like a fountain.
Spent, Lincoln went limp and laid there silently, breathing with difficulty. Luna and Sam joined him and cuddled against him, one on either side. It took every bit of energy the boy had, but he managed to wrap one arm around each around them. Soon, they drifted off to sleep.
They slept peacefully together for several hours, looks of content upon their faces. Then, Luna's phone went off at five o'clock sharp, startling her awake. First, she woke Sam, then Lincoln. Yawning, they got dressed and ditched the evidence, and reformed the pile of laundry, hoping nobody sniffed it before putting it in the washer.
Grabbing a can of air spray, Luna doused the room heavily and put the can back. The girls kissed each other once more, then took turns kissing Lincoln. But, as much as they wished to remain there, it was time to get moving.
The threesome climbed the stairs, where Luna unlocked the door. Sam said a tearful but happy goodbye and disappeared into the night out the back door. Luna and Lincoln made their way up to the second floor, where they kissed once more before heading to their rooms.
A few moments later, Lincoln lay in his bed, attempting to fall back asleep. He had trouble, though. Not only had Lincoln scored another sister, but an unrelated, sexy blond too. If Sam thought he was attractive, maybe other girls did as well. Possibly, some of the ones at school. Perhaps he had been too harsh on himself in the past.
Luna, on the other hand, was content to lay there awake. She replayed the evening repeatedly in her head. It had been the most intense sex she'd ever had, with or without Sam, but she was glad to have gotten the chance to share it with her.
Luna didn't get a play-by-play account of Lori's or Lynn's affairs, so she wasn't aware of how they might compare. All she knew is that it might be a while before she got another night with Lincoln and wanted it to be spectacular. She impressed even herself with the amount of planning she and Sam did in such a short time.
If tonight didn't fix Lincoln, she didn't know what would. Either way, she was happy and would continue to help Lincoln in any way she could. Of course, it would be nice if she got something out of it, like a child.
"Now, that would be rockin'," she thought as her hands involuntarily moved to her abdomen.
Soon, all were asleep, even Lily, and the house was quiet. Well, almost.
Lisa's computer suddenly came to life, and the monitor lit up, alerting the young scientist to its wakening with a soft beep. Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, she hit enter, silencing the sound so as not to wake Lily. She then got up, donned her round glasses, took a seat at her desk, and read.
"System Error: S.M.A.R.T algorithm terminated at line 48,325 with exit code 0," the dialog box on the screen said.
"Dang it," fussed Lisa, her fingers flying as she reviewed code and made adjustments. "This just has to work..."