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Saving Lincoln
By Lola Presents
Chapter 11
LH_Teller9999: Unfortunately, I can't reveal who may and who may not get involved.
Guest: Same answer as above. I won't comment on future appearances.
Tristen: Thank you!
Epsilon: Again, I won't comment on future appearances.
FicAlthusserist: Again, it's nice to see somebody's paying attention. The shift in tone and several other things have been entirely intentional and will continue until the final chapter, where everything will make sense.
Luan woke at the crack of dawn after a long night's rest. She felt invigorated and energetic but wasn't sure why. She had done nothing of importance the day prior and had no reason to be exhausted. But when she laid down last night, it was all she could do to hold her eyelids open.
She yawned before rising, swinging out of bed and stepping into her slippers. To clear morning congestion, she coughed a few times and snuffled her nose, which made it itch. After rubbing it with the back of her hand, she noticed the scent.
An odd odor lingered within her room, one she recognized from having jilled off to thoughts of Lincoln one too many times before. But this was unlike anything she'd smelled before. Furrowing her brows at the underside of the top bunk, where Luna's sleeping form resided, she frowned. What, in the name of Lincoln, did that girl do last night?
Getting up, Luan turned around and nudged Luna until the rock star awoke. Luna stretched while still lying in bed and ended up cracking her knuckles against the wall. Once conscious, she peered at Luan, still very sleepy.
"Luan?" Luna asked. "Sup?"
"I should be asking you that," shot Luan. "You stink to high heaven. Go take a shower or something before one of our parents smells you."
"I don't smell that bad, do I?" Luna asked, sniffing herself. "Oh, God, I do!"
Luna got up and climbed down from her bunk, preparing to head for the shower, grabbing fresh clothes on the way out.
"Thanks, brah," she said appreciatively before leaving. "I owe you one."
Luan sighed as her sister left the room. Whatever Luna had done with, or to, Lincoln was probably unusual, knowing Luna. Luan wasn't sure how, or if, she could top her sister. After all, humor and whoopie cushions don't exactly make for great sex.
Frowning, she sat on her bed and ran through her options. Luna was right when she teased her about Benny; Luan had difficulty with romance. Her shyness and naivety always kept her from success. Inevitably, she would say or do the wrong thing, driving people away.
Even with Benny, it seemed that Luan tripped over her feet, trying to impress him, or appeared distant, trying to safeguard her feelings. She was going to have to work harder this time. There was no room for error, and she had to woo Lincoln no matter what it took.
But what was it going to take? What was she supposed to do, act like a toddler? Wait, maybe that was it. Well, not entirely, but in essence. What Luan needed to do was tap into her inner innocence and let go of her inhibitions.
Of course, that was only part of the solution. Luan needed to appeal to Lincoln sexually, too, not only emotionally. She already had a few ideas about how to proceed with that, having taken numerous drama classes.
On the other hand, she didn't want it to be an act. If she weren't genuine with her brother, he'd surely see through her and reject her out of spite. Luan sighed and pushed her troubles to the back of her mind. Maybe something would happen over the day that sparked her imagination.
With her mind made up, she set out to find breakfast. Lori and Leni were already present and cooking breakfast, while Lola and Lana sat at the table bantering as they waited. Luan arrived, still in her yellow and black flannel pajamas. Her hair was down and a bit tangled, but not too severely.
"Good morning, all," Luan mumbled, taking a seat at the kiddie table.
"Hiya, Luan," Lana chirped before farting. "Oof! Sorry, I have gas."
"That figures," Lola responded. "You're always full of sh..."
"Lola!" snapped Lori. "Just because our parents aren't here doesn't mean you get to swear."
Luan gave a half-hearted chuckle and set her elbow on the table, cradling her tired head in her palm.
"Where are our parents, anyway?" asked Luan wearily.
"Oh, they've already left for work," Lori announced, bringing plates of sausage, eggs, and a biscuit to everyone.
Leni was right behind her older sister, ferrying glasses of sweat tea to compliment the meal. Then both older girls sat as well.
Silently, they began to eat. Luan lagged somewhat, her mind on things other than eating. Then, something occurred to her.
"It's my day, right?" Luan asked quietly.
"Luan!" snapped Lori. "You know you aren't supposed to discuss things outside of session!"
Luan rolled her eyes and let her biscuit fall from her hand to her plate.
"For heaven's sake," Luan spat. "If Mom and Dad are at work, then there's nothing to worry over. Everyone already knows!"
"She has a point," chimed in Lola with a mouthful of eggs. "Two points, actually..."
"What do you mean?" Lori asked, furrowing her brow.
"Well, first, with our parents gone, there's no reason to be so sneaky," Lola garbled through her food. "And, second, since Luna went last night, today is her turn. Again, without having to sneak in at night, she technically has the whole day."
"Well, I..." Lori stammered, realizing the little brat was right and kicking herself for not making it clear when and where one should, or could, pursue Lincoln. "Yeah, I guess she does."
"Woohoo!" exclaimed Lana. "When it's my turn, I'm gonna keep him busy all day!"
Luan shot the dirtball a menacing look but held it only for a moment before remembering Lori's conditions.
"Hold up, half-pint," Luan snorted. "You don't even know if you're going to get a turn."
Lana wasn't ready to entertain that notion and gave her older sister a prolonged raspberry. Luan ignored it and continued to pick at her food until she had her fill.
"Has anyone seen him yet today?" Luan asked timidly.
"Nope," Leni said sharply between bites. "Not yet."
"I see," said Luan glumly.
"Are you alright, Luan?" asked Lori. "You seem a little down today."
"I don't know," admitted the joker. "I feel off today. Maybe I'll go wake Lincoln and talk to him about it."
Getting up and placing her dirty dishes in the sink, Luan shuffled from the kitchen without a word and headed upstairs. At first, she started walking toward her room, but then stopped. Should she wait or talk to Lincoln? The question rang through Luan's head like the ringing of a bell.
Deciding that talking may be the only way to silence the din, she turned and headed to Lincoln's room, where she knocked softly. When no answer came, she tested the doorknob. It was unlocked, much to her surprise, which meant Lincoln wasn't engaged in something private.
Quietly opening the door, she peered in to see Lincoln sitting on the edge of his bed, rubbing his eyes. As he'd spent most of the night in the chilly basement, not to mention naked, he went to bed in his orange pajamas.
"Morning, Luan," Lincoln addressed her after snuffling his nose to clear it. "Can I help you with something?"
"May I come in, please?" Luan asked politely. "There's something on my mind."
"Of course," Lincoln replied, patting his bed. "What's going on?"
Taking a seat beside Lincoln, Luan gazed at her twiddling fingers as they lay in her lap. She sighed twice before speaking.
"I don't suppose you've figured out what's going on," Luan began, "you know, with our sisters and you."
"Yeah," Lincoln admitted. "I mean, Lynn sort of gave it away when she asked me if 'it' worked afterward. I'm not complaining, though, and I love all of you."
Luan sighed and pursed her lips.
"I love you too, Lincoln," she said sadly, "which makes this harder for me."
"I don't understand," confessed Lincoln. "Why would it be hard to love someone?"
"No, not that," Luan corrected him. "The thing is, I'm not what one would call self-confident. I'm thin, wear braces, have acne, and am a total dork. Why would anybody ever be attracted to me?"
"What?" exclaimed Lincoln. "You're none of that! You stand in front of crowds of children and adults and make them laugh for a living. You're gorgeous, talented, and smart. So, stop saying things like that."
"I appreciate the sentiment, Lincoln," Luan said. "But you're wrong. I use humor to hide my insecurities. I make people laugh WITH me before they laugh AT me."
With that said, a small tear trickled down her cheek.
Lisa woke once more as her computer sprang to life again. Silencing the beeping noise, she got and took her seat. As much earlier that day, she read the message the screen now displayed.
"System_Message: Compilation of executable S.M.A.R.T. succeeded!" it read.
Lisa's eyes opened to their full extent at the fantastic news. Now, she could proceed to the next step in her experiment. Not bothering to change, she ran downstairs looking for one of her siblings. Following the scent of food, Lisa found her target eating a second helping.
"Lana!" called Lisa rather loudly, grabbing a plate and sitting down to eat. "I have a favor to ask of you. Please see me in my room after breakfast."
"Do I have to?" Lana complained. "I planned on going to the dump today."
"That's perfect," Lisa observed before stuffing some sausage into her mouth. "My request involves the local refuse facility."
"It does?" said Lana, somewhat surprised. "Well, okay then."
"Why would you need anything from that horrid place?" gasped Lola.
"Perhaps she's building something and needs parts?" submitted Leni. "Maybe something to help with Lincoln's problem?"
Lori, Lana, Lola, and Lisa all peered at Leni suspiciously and with great surprise.
Lincoln pulled Luan into a sideways hug and squeezed her firmly. The disheartened girl laid her head on his shoulder and sighed again.
"Listen, Luan," Lincoln said softly. "If it's bothering you, we don't have to do anything. The last thing I want is for you to do something you aren't comfortable with."
Luan smiled warmly. His reaction was an example of why she was in love with him. Lincoln always knew the right thing to say and at the right time. Well, most of the time. Her brother was human after all and made mistakes like everyone else.
"No..." Luan breathed. "I w-want to, but I'm afraid you'll laugh at me."
"Oh, Luan," Lincoln cooed. "I'd never do that. Heck, I don't even laugh at most of your jokes."
Luan chuckled sincerely this time. It was true, though. Most of her jokes were lame puns or involved getting hit with a random, messy object. Jokes aside, she loved Lincoln and wanted to prove herself to him. Gently pulling away from him, she stood and walked over to the door, where she locked it.
Lincoln peered up at Luan, unsure of her intentions. Whatever they were, though, he was sure he could handle it. He watched as Luan moved into the center of his tiny room and turned away from him. Her hands disappeared in front of her and seemed to be fiddling with something. Luan began unbuttoning her pajama top, and it visibly loosened as she went from the top button to the bottom.
"Just, please don't tease me, alright?" she said timidly. "I've n-never done this before."
Luan held the sides of her top together and turned to face Lincoln. Then, slowly, she opened them to reveal her small chest, blushing profusely and avoiding his gaze.
"They're stupid, right?" Luan asked. "I know I don't have much, and I'm sorry."
"Luan..." Lincoln said sincerely. "You look beautiful. Don't ever let anyone ever tell you otherwise, and don't compare yourself to them. Everyone is different yet gorgeous."
"Really?" Luan pleaded. "Do you mean that?"
"Of course, I do!" Lincoln reassured her. "Look, we all go through puberty. I mean, look at me. I'm a twig with the genitals of one much older. How do you think I feel; like a freak, that's how. But it's alright. Everybody goes through it."
Luan smiled broadly and removed her top entirely, then, just as slowly, removed her bottom and panties. Her pubic mound was cleanly shaven, which excited Lincoln tremendously. But Luan wasn't thinking about that. It was her belly that concerned her. Putting her hands on her stomach, still laden with residual baby-fat, she jiggled it slightly.
"How about this, huh?" she grumbled. "Face it, Lincoln. I'm a gross, ugly mess."
Partially out of the building desire Lincoln felt and empathy for his sister, he stood and removed his pajamas as well, then stood before Luan, completely naked. His rising member was in full sight of her.
"See?" Lincoln asked of Luan. "I'm just as awkward. It's like I had a third leg that got amputated at the knee!"
For the first time that morning, Luan laughed. It wasn't a snickering kind of gesture, though. But rather one of understanding.
"Come here," Lincoln advised as he sat down on his bed, pulling her in by curling his hands.
Nervously, Luan stepped forward and moved onto Lincoln's lap, folding her legs beside him as he pulled her up.
"See, there's nothing to be afraid of," Lincoln cooed. "We're just two people enjoying each other's bodies."
"Y-you're right," admitted Luan shyly before Lincoln cupped her cheeks and planted a gently but sensual kiss on her lips.
Luan's eyes closed as her brother filled her with confidence, returning his kiss as best she knew how. While awkward at first, within moments, they found their rhythm together.
Luan wrapped her arms around Lincoln's head and held him close as Lincoln encircled her waist with his. The young man drew her in and felt her belly and puffy mound against his lower abdomen, sending his cardio-vascular system into overdrive.
As Lincoln's member stiffened, Luan felt it's progress underneath her, pushing against her bottom. Their heat combined and reflected onto them, increasing in intensity, one flame feeding another. Soon, Luan overcame her inhibition and wanted him inside her, now.
After raising herself with her legs, she reached below her and felt for his cock. Once finding it, she placed his tip near her entrance, then hesitated. Once done, she could never undo it. Did she really want her first time to be at the hands of her brother? After a millisecond's reflection and feeling his precum moisten her folds, the answer was yes.
Cautiously, she lowered herself, allowing Lincoln's length to enter her, enjoying every inch of it. She had never had sex before, though she had masturbated many times. As such, she didn't have to worry about breaking her hymen. A dildo did that long ago.
Instead, it felt entirely different. While the dildo was smooth, cold, and made of hard plastic, Lincoln's member was soft, warm, and covered in irregularities. Every ridge and pulsing vein on its surface drew her further into her lust and away from her insecurities.
Lincoln didn't intervene, understanding that this was something Luan needed to do herself. But that didn't stop him from celebrating the experience himself. Both he and Luan moaned softly until her soft bottom was flush with his legs.
"Oh, God," Luan breathed as she began her first stroke. "You feel so good inside me."
"And you feel amazing being around me," cooed Lincoln, assisting in her second downward stoke with his hands upon her hips.
"I love you, Lincoln," Luan said, resting her forehead on his as she sped her movements. "You have no idea."
"I love you, too, Luan," Lincoln replied, adjusting the tilt of his head to accept another kiss.
Together they made love as they stared into each other's eyes, Lincoln occasionally breaking the connection to kiss either Luan's neck or nibble on one of her ears. As Luan became more confident in her strides, Lincoln moved his hands from her hips to her breasts, massaging them sensually.
The added sensation made Luan's heart leap from her chest, and she began moving more hastily as her body excreted her lubricants freely. Dousing Lincoln's member with slickness, she increased her speed and ferocity yet again, driving Lincoln's pulse to a nearly unhealthy level.
"L-Luan..." he breathed heavily, warning her of his impending eruption. "I'm gonna cum!"
Luan kept moving, purposefully overstimulating Lincoln until he released his love directly into her core. Settling herself back down onto his lap, with him still trapped inside her, she laid her head on Lincoln's shoulder as he finished giving himself to her.
The two of them sat there, breathing with difficulty for some time. But eventually, the pair's bodies reset, and the heat that once moved between them subsided. Sighing one final breath of release, Lincoln laid back a little, propping himself up with his arms, while Luan kind of slunk down, her back arched.
"Wow..." Luan finally spoke. "That was intense, Lincoln. Thank you for being so kind and understanding."
"Of course, Luan," he replied. "What would love be without kindness and understanding? And thank you, too. You were fantastic."
Smiling at each other, Luan rose, and the two of them began dressing.
Lisa and Lana were just rounding the last step and headed toward Lisa's room as Luan exited.
"Well," Lisa said, pushing her glasses up yet again. "It seems you're 'talk' went well. You seem to be in much better spirits.
"Mmhmm!" chirped Luan as she skipped past them on her way to her room.
Lisa eyed her sister until she disappeared from view, then entered her room with Lana in tow. Lisa took her place at the computer desk while Lana sat upon Lily's toddler bed.
"So, what's this big favor, anyway?" Lana demanded.
"I need you to acquire a few items for me," Lisa announced, handing Lana a yellow pad. "I believe you may find most of them at either the local landfill or the recycling plant."
"You want me to go on a scavenger hunt?" queried Lana, looking at the unusually long list. Lana flipped through the pad and saw several more pages of items. "I don't know, that's a lot of work. I mean, yeah, I go there for fun, but..."
"I'll reimburse your efforts, at the rate of one dollar per item," Lisa announced.
"Do you even have that much money?" gasped Lana. "From the looks of this list, I'd say you be investing several hundred dollars into it."
"Pish posh," Lisa said dismissively. "That's nothing compared to what I have in savings. Government grants are usually quite hefty."
"I'm on it then!" grinned Lana, standing and saluting Lisa. "I'll have this list filled before you can say trash!"