Lincoln Loud was something of a professional layabout. Some boys his age were passionate about sports, some were passionate about hiking, he was passionate about chilling. None of his sisters or friends (except for Clyde) realized this, but you can have a mega shit ton of fun being sedentary. For one, video games. No brainer, right? But you could also read and draw and write cartoon fan fiction. You could watch movies on your phone, learn about history, and browse porn. Like...there was so much you could do without breaking a sweat that it's ridiculous.
That's not to say Lincoln was against farting around outside, but after school, the paper route he picked up in the spring, and helping Lynn practice for another major loss at the Intergender State Championship football game, where boys played girls and girls played themselves by agreeing to the whole mess in the first place, he was too tired for things like "playing outside" or "leaving the couch." Most days, he'd park his butt and not move for hours, eating chips and cookies, drinking juice, and resisting all of Mom's efforts to get him to be more active.
His older sister Luan, however, was on the opposite trajectory.
Luan was never shiftless as it took practice and muscle tone to ride a unicycle and to pull off the many antics that comprised her birthday party/bar mitzvah act, but last year, she suddenly got into eating right and working out. While everyone else chowed down on some of dad's good ol down home cooking, she'd nibble celery stalks and talk about needing to jog off all six calories she'd taken in that day. After school, she and her friend Maggie either went to the YMCA or to Maggie's house to do yoga and calisthenics or whatever.
Personally, Lincoln didn't care one way or the other what Luan did with her free time but she wasn't content to live and let live the way he was. Like an overzealous believer, she crammed her lifestyle down everyone's throats. She would cross her arms and shake her head judgmentally if she saw you eating sugar and extolled the virtues of a "fleshless diet" whenever the opportunity presented itself...and when it didn't. She kept trying to get Lincoln and the others to work out with her and Maggie, but they always turned her down because really, who'd want to do that?
One day, Lincoln was laid up on the couch watching Pledge (2018) and pounding some Cheez-Its when Luan came in from outside. It was the middle of summer and she was red and covered in sweat, dressed in only shorts and a top. She sat down on the couch and dabbed her forehead with a towel. "You wanna come work out with me and Maggie tomorrow?"
"No," Lincoln said.
"You should," she said and got up, "you're getting kind of pudgy."
Those three words - kind of pudgy - stopped Lincoln cold. Being fat was the worst physical deformity he could imagine aside from losing your dick and balls. He looked down at his stomach in horror and lifted his shirt? Pudgy? He wasn't pudgy. No, not him. It-it wasn't possible.
Only he kind of was. You couldn't tell if he was standing in front of you, even with his shirt off, but there was a little extra around his waist, just enough that he could pinch it between his thumb and forefinger.
Dread washed over him.
Fat.
He was getting fat.
HE WAS GETTING FAT!
Oh, God, oh, God. He could feel the extra fat cells clumping at his midsection and shirnking his penis at a rate of one militeter a decade. If he didn't shape up, he'd look like one of those BEFORE pictures in a Bowflex commercial and his penis would be encased in sticky, sweaty, yellow fat.
Jumping to his feet, he raced up the stairs. "Luan! LUAN!"
He found her sitting on the edge of her bed and reaching into her nightstand. She paused and looked up at him. "What?"
It took a second for Lincoln to catch his breath. Oh no, he was already starting to feel the effects of being a big fat fatty. "I changed my mind," he said, "I wanna come work out with you and Maggie tomorrow."
A pleased beam spread across Luan's face. "I knew you'd see the light eventually, Linc."
He flashed a nervous smile and nodded his head. "Yeah, I, uh, I figured it was time to get fit." He patted his stomach. There wasn't enough to jiggle but he imagined he could feel it shaking like a bowl of jello anyway.
"It's never too late to start," Luan said.
Just as soon as he could, he broke away and fled to his room, where he stripped naked and stood in front of the full-length mirror on the back of his door. He studied his stomach for five full minutes, half way expecting it to grow before his very eyes. It didn't, but it would if he wasn't careful.
But what did that even mean? Giving up cookies and cupcakes and double loaded nacho Doritos? Did he have to eat kale and grass clippings? Could he ever eat real food again? What if he got fit and healthy but got fat the moment he stopped?
This sucked.
Sighing, he sat on the edge of the bed and buried his face in his hands. Why did he have to be cursed with a fat mother? Why couldn't Dad have porked a hot supermodel instead? Lincoln loved Mom, but have you seen her lately? She has more junk in her trunk than a pack rat. The way he saw it, he had a 50/50 chance of winding up just like her, and that was unacceptable. People might worship thick women, but when's the last time society jizzed itself over a thick man? Chester A. Arthur? Teddy Roosevelt? That was, like, the 1990s. Today, everyone hates fat people, and Lincoln would rather be dead than to suffer the indignity of random people not liking him based on his weight, so whatever it took, he would do.
The next day, Saturday, Luan woke him at the crack of dawn. "C'mon, Linc," she said, "you gotta get ready."
He creaked one bleary eye open and glared at her. "This early?"
"This early," she confirmed.
Ugh.
Throwing the covers off, he rolled out of bed. "Pack a bag with extra clothes in it, shorts and stuff." She showed him the canvas Nike bag slung over her shoulder.
While she went downstairs to gnaw on some organic, free range tree bark, Lincoln dressed in a pair of jeans and a polo shirt. He tossed basketball shorts, extra socks, and a white T into his book bag and zipped it up. In the kitchen, Luan handed him a bowl of Grape Nuts. "Eat up, Linc," she said, "you'll need your energy."
The cereal tasted like cardboard and went down like gravel. "You like this stuff?" he asked.
"Of course I don't," she said. She poked his belly. "But I like being a fatty even less."
"I'm not a fatty."
"You're fit."
Lincoln smiled.
"Fatty In Training."
They were still arguing over Lincoln's fatitude or lack thereof when they arrived at Maggie's house, a big two story contemporary with blue siding and white trim. Lincoln and Luan met Maggie when they performed at her thirteenth birthday party; though their personalities were polar opposites, she and Luan became fast friends.
Luan knocked, and a minute later, Maggie appeared in a thin tank top that clung to the pubescent swell of her breasts and black bicycle shorts that hugged her butt like a second skin. "I finally got one of family members to see the error of their ways," Luan said proudly.
"The more the merrier," Maggie said in an emotionless Lucy-tier deadpan. She stepped aside, and Lincoln and Luan went in. Maggie's mother was a social worker who did very well for herself, and the house was richly appointed.
Maggie led them down the basement stairs and into a carpeted rumpus room with wood paneled walls. An ancient TV sat in a corner and landscape paintings stared down at Lincoln as he made his way into the bathroom Maggie pointed out. He changed into his shorts and T-shirt then went back into the rumpus room while Luan took his place in the john. Three giant medicine balls sat in front of the TV in a rough triangle and Lincoln frowned. "What are we going to do with those?" he asked.
"We use them in our exercises," Maggie said.
Just then, Luan returned from the bathroom and when Lincoln got a load of what she was wearing, his jaw dropped: A pink skin tight leotard that barely covered her groin, tennis shoes, and yellow socks. The socks and shoes were normal, but he had never seen his older sister in anything so...revealing before. Her tiny breasts pushed out the front of the suit, her nipples erect, and when she passed, he saw that only a narrow band of fabric covered her butt crack, leaving the taut curve of her butt cheeks exposed. Lincoln's eyes were drawn to her long, toned legs, and even though she was his sister, he had to admit: They were nice Defined and powerful, but silky and smooth. He imagined running his hands down them, and shook his head as if to dispel the thought.
She looked over her shoulder. "Ready, Linc?"
"Yeah," he said. His voice sounded normal to his own ears, but he didn't feel normal at all. He was hyperaware of Luan's femininity and felt suddenly uncomfortable, the way he did around cute girls at school: His throat was thick, his face was hot, and he was conscious of everything about himself. He forced his eyes to the floor and resisted the urge to rub the back of his neck. "What are we going to do?"
Maggie went over to the TV and turned it on. Jane Fonda, complete with big hair and pink leg warmers, filled the screen. Maggie and Luan each took up position behind their ball and Lincoln did the same. Tears for Fear began to play and Jane twisted around, lifting one foot off the ground. "I learned this one in Hanoi...and one and two and one and two." Luan and Maggie followed her movements, right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot. Lincoln tried to keep up, but kept botching the moves because from back here, he had the perfect view of Maggie and Luan's butts. Both were tight and rounded and made Lincoln feel funny in the pit of his stomach. Maggie's flexed and stretched beneath her shorts and Luan's jiggled slightly as she stepped and marched in place. Lincoln looked from one to the other, his heart racing for a different reason. He forced himself to stare more at Maggie's but he wasn't going to lie, Luan's was nicer and practically naked, so close he could reach out and touch it if he wanted to.
And boy did he want to.
Ew, dude, that's your sister, a tiny voice screamed from the back of his head.
Well, yeah, but she was still a girl and he'd wanted to see and feel a girl for a long time. It's not all that messed up when you take pubscent curiosity into account. He wasn't saying he wanted to do her or anything, but if her leotard came off, he'd look; she had the same equipment as all the other girls, and he was very interested in that equipment, so…
Once they were done with whatever you call stepping and reaching, they made use of their medicine balls. Luan thrust her pert little but in the air, the toes of her tennis shoes facing one another, and bent gracefully over, the thong of her leotard pulling into her butt crack. Maggie did the same, and the hem of her shirt lifted up her back; dimples at the base of her spine gave a suggestive wink-wink, and Lincoln clamped down on his lower lip. They both slid their hips up and down across the ball, backs bent and chests out, basically basically humping them and showing Lincoln exactly how they'd ride him in bed. He did the same and the friction of grinding the ball combining with Luan's cute little butt to give him an erection.
On screen, Jane Fonda flipped over and lay on her ball, arms outstretched. Lincoln, Maggie, and Luan did likewise, Lincoln in the middle. Luan and Maggie both had camel toes and Lincoln could clearly see the outlines of their pussies. They, in turn, could see the tent in his shorts. Maggie did a surprised double take, then looked away and Luan blinked before whipping her head to the side in a swish of ponytail. Lincoln blushed and did his best to will it away.
It didn't go anywhere.
He darted his eyes to Maggie and caught her looking. He did the same to Luan just in time for her to glance away...again.
Jane Fonda jumped up, grabbed two five pound weights, lifted one above her head, then the other. "Hammer...and sickle...hammer...and sickle."
Luan and Maggie both grabbed their own weights but Lincoln didn't have any, so he only watched. Luan's back muscles stretched and rippled, Maggie's butt clenched, Lincoln's boner throbbed. Luan threw a quick look over her shoulder, and her eyes went right to his chub. Lincoln covered it shyly with his hands and Luan flushed. Magge turned to him and one corner of her mouth twitched into a wicked smile. She and Luan exchanged a knowing look then turned their attention back to the TV. Lincoln took a deep breath and wished he hadn't come along.
After a bit, Maggie turned the TV off. "Alright," she said, "let's do some sit ups."
Maggie went first. She laid down, laced her hands behind her head, and brought her knees together. "Lincoln, hold my feet."
In the time it took for Maggie to get into position, Lincoln's boner had gone down, and he said a silent prayer of thanksgiving. He knelt in front of Maggie and bore down on her feet with his hands. Luan stood to one side, her leg cocked and her hands on her hips. Maggie raised to a sitting position, knees parting slightly. Lincoln's eyes were drawn to her breasts; on every upswing, they pushed out the fabric of her shirt and made a brief though crystal clear outline. Lincoln turned his head to keep from ogling her, but Luan was right there, her legs inches from his face. He looked up but stopped at her crotch. She had another camel toe, her lips pinching the leotard, and when he lifted his gaze to her chest, her nipples were rock hard. He turned back to Maggie; an inscrutable smile touched her lips and Lincoln swallowed thickly. She sat up as much as she could, her face coming close enough to his that he could feel her breath breaking across his lips. She locked eyes with him and his stomach turned inside out. He unconsciously leaned in closer by degrees, and now, when she sat up, their lips almost touched. Their gazed into each other's eyes and Maggie's face turned a deep shade of pink.
"Okay, that's enough sit ups for now," Luan said. She grabbed Lincoln by the shirt and pulled him to his feet. "I'm going to stretch." She turned around, facing away, and pressed her butt to Lincoln's crotch. Her warm weight sent electric sparks through his entire being and the smell of her shampoo made his mouth water. She tossed her head back and her ponytail brushed his nose. "You gotta hold my hips," she said. She guided his hands to her hips and her breath hitched. "To keep my form straight."
With that, she bent at the waist and her butt pushed into his growing hard-on. His heart skipped and he expected her to cry out in revulsion, but instead she purred like a kitten. Fever spread over Lincoln from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head, and his heart slammed so hard that it echoed through the chambers of his head like a distant peal of thunder. Luan laid her hands flat on the floor and Lincoln tightened his grip on her hips. She rocked back and forth and her butt slapped gently into his boner, mashing it and making his eyes roll. She arched her spine, threw her back, and pushed back into him, the meeting of their clothed centers producing a flat slap-slap-slap. Luan let out a soft moan and Lincoln held onto her hips, the sensation of his dick poking between Luan's buttcheeks bringing him close to the edge. Luan looked back at him: Her mouth was open, her eyes narrow, her face blushing red.
Suddenly, Maggie was yanking him back. "Sit ups are better."
Wait...no…
She forced him to lay down with his knees apart and knelt, putting her weight entirely on his feet. "Do just like I did," she said. She, too, was blushing, and her eyes gobbled his boner whole. Lincoln slipped his hands behind his head and sat up, his ab muscles burning. His wood came dangerously close to hitting Maggie's face and she licked her lips. He laid back and sat up again. Maggie got closer and closer until, with a heart-stopping jolt, the tip of his dick prodded her lips. "Again," she whispered.
Lincoln did it again, and then time, his dick plunged into her mouth and his heart came to a crashing halt. Through the fabric of his shorts, he could feel her hot, moist mouth and dank breath, and goosebumps raked his back. Luan got down on her knees and ran her hands over Lincoln's chest, pushing his shirt up and grazing his skin. Maggie yanked down his shorts, freeing his dick, and went cross-eyed looking at it. Luan hovered her face over his, her Mona Lisa smile widening at his shock, then kissed him gingerly. Her tongue slipped past his lips and caressed the inside of his mouth. Lincoln's eyes rolled back in his head and he kissed her back. Maggie wrapped her hand around his dick, brought it to her lips, and gave his head a tentative lick, just testing the waters. When she found that she liked it, she swirled her tongue around him and then took him deep into her mouth, her hot saliva swishing around his shaft and dripping onto his balls. Luan curled her fingers and lightly scratched Lincoln's skin, their tongues whipping around one another in a lustful frenzy.
Below, Lincoln reached the back of Maggie's velvety throat and began to ooze precum into mouth. She swallowed it and ran her tongue up the underside of his dick, making it quiver like a kettle of tea on a hot burner. Luan pulled back, arched her back, and pulled one of the leotard's straps down her shoulder, then the other. The garment slipped over the angular peaks of her small breasts and Lincoln's breath caught. Her tiny nipples were pink and erect and perfect. She took one of his hands in both of hers and guided it to her breast. It was warm and full in his palm, her nipple grazing his palm, and she thrust her chest out to give him easier access. Maggie spat him out and looked up at him, her face the color of blood. "I have an idea," she panted.
She bent over her medicine ball, naked from the waist down, and shoved her ass into the air, her flesh spreading to reveal her glistening pink middle. Lincoln squatted behind her, grabbed her hips, and sank himself into her. Her wet walls closed around his dick Lincoln moaned at her incredible heat. She was like an oven and when he started to thrust, she got hotter and wetter. His dick stirred her insides, and the warm musk of their coupling filled the room. Every thrust knocked a breathy, high-pitched grunt from Maggie's throat and Lincoln gritted his teeth in an attempt to keep from blowing his load.
Luan knelt next to him, put her hands on her knees, and bowed her back. She looked up at him with a slutty grin, her teeth worrying her bottom lip and her eyes twinkling with sin. She lifted up as much as she could and tilted her head slightly back. "Cum on me."
Maggie's walls shuddered around Lincoln's dick. She was so wet now that his dick made a sucking sound as it slid back and forth. Luan's smile widened and the look of desire on her face coupled with Maggie's vagina spasming around him was enough to send him over the edge. He yanked out, turned to Luan, and climaxed. Spurts of whitish cum shot from his dick and painted Luan's face, dripping down her lips and chin and staining her leotard. One fat wad landed between her breasts, another came down on her waiting tongue.
Limp from being fucked like an American taxpayer, Maggie rolled onto the floor and lay there, winded. Luan licked Lincoln's seed from her lip, scooted closer, and held his deflating dick in her hand. "Are you gonna get hard again?" she asked. "I wanna fuck you too."
"Yeah," Lincoln said and swallowed. "I just...need a minute."
"Let me help."
Luan put him into her mouth and went down slowly, flicking it with the tongue and working up an excess of saliva. He touched the back of her throat, and she reached around to grab his butt in both hands. She bobbed her head, gradually gaining speed until Lincoln was hard again. She spat him out with a plop and looked eagerly up at him. She pulled him down to his knees and they kissed, their hands running over each other's bodies and their tongues grappling for dominance. Luan wound up on all fours like a bitch in heat and staring back at him as he moved the crotch of her leotard to the side. He held her hips and thrusted into her. She was much tighter than Maggie and they both moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Luan clawed at the carpet and grunted like an animal, and Lincoln started to rut, his balls slapping her pussy and producing a rhythmic clapping sound. "God, you're so big," she said through her teeth. "Fuck, God...fuck."
Getting to her knees, Maggie came over and watched, the hem of her shirt slack against her sex. Blinding white heat enveloped Lincoln's being and a leaden balloon swelled in his stomach. Luan's insides stroked his dick and her muscles squeezed as if trying to push him out. Every time his hips bumped hers, her breasts jiggled and she let out a ragged breath. Already, Lincoln was nearing his end; he tried to think of something else, anything else, but the feeling of his big sister's cunt was all-encompassing.
Perhaps sensing his approaching orgasm, Maggie rocked back on her knees and lifted her shirt, baring the hidden V of her sex. "Cum on my pussy," she said.
Luan pushed back into his thrusts and he went faster, faster, his load filling his balls more, more…
It hit him all at once, and he frantically pulled out. Turning, he gave his dick one final tug, and it erupted, his sperm hitting Maggie's stomach and thighs. The last little bit landed on her knee, and Lincoln toppled over, spent. Luan stretched out on her stomach beside them and Maggie laid on his other side. All three of them were red, sweaty, and covered in jizz.
"Okay," Luan said brightly, "I have a new favorite workout."
"Me too," Maggie said.
Up to then, Lincoln thought exercising was gay, but from that day on, he loved working out with Maggie and Luan...sometimes two or three times in a row.
THE END.