After pounding his four year old sister into dust, Lincoln Loud's raging hormones were quiet. For the first time in weeks, maybe even months, his head was not clouded by thoughts of sex. His thinking was clear, his senses were sharp, and he was able to enjoy normal things again without mentally drifting into sexual fantasy. It felt as though he had been unchained from a raving madman and was once again free to live his life.
Nothing lasts forever, though. After a week, he began to sink back into the morass of hypersexuality in which boys like him perpetually stewed. He would pop boners at random times, find himself thinking about sex when he was trying to read or study, and masturate three or four times a day. Fire licked his body and pressure built up in his stomach. Nothing he did would relieve it. Nothing save for one thing.
One Saturday morning, he was laying in bed considering going back to Lisa when Lola came into his room. "Lincy," she said, "I need a butler, please."
Lincoln rolled his eyes. Lola and her damn tea parties. "I'm busy," he said.
"Uh...doing what?: she asked, a challenge in her voice.
He had no answer for that.
"Come on, Lincy," she pouted, "please?"
Lincoln looked at her, and she gave him a sly little smile that made his pants feel tight. "Okay," he heard himself say.
"Give me five minutes," she said.
She left and Lincoln sat up, his dick throbbing in its prison. When Lola called out to him, he got up and went to her room, where he found her wearing a skimpy little dress that barely reached her thighs. The cottony fabric clung to the gentle curve of her hips and to her tiny breasts, outlining her body like a second skin. She half-lidded her eyelids and bit her bottom lip. "Shut the door, Lincy," she said.
You don't gotta tell me twice!
Lincoln closed the door and turned around to find Lola kneeling on her table, her butt thrust into the air and the dress hiked up around her hips. Lincoln's gaze went to her moist pink center, the petals of her pussy glistening with the dew of her arousal. She cast a sinful look over her shoulder. "You can be in charge this time."
Unzipping his pants, Lincoln came over, stopping right behind her. He pulled them down and kicked him away, then his underwear, freeing his fevered dick. Lola's eyes narrowed and she bit her lip against a low, needy whine. "Fill your queen with your seed, Lincy. I want to drown in it."
Lincoln took her hips in his hands and jerked into her, making her jump and cry out. Her insides were hot and dank, her passage snug around his rod. She held onto the table as he slid himself back and forth, their mingled fluids greasing the way. Lola gritted her teeth and sucked deep breaths, the sting of her brother deflowering her too much to bear at first. As her little body adjusted, however, she began to enjoy it.
After a few minutes, Lincoln pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and squatted over her. He hooked her legs with his arms and dipped into her spitting core. Lola cried out, her muscles tensing. Lincoln slammed his hips and his dick bottomed out, making Lola's eyes roll. She was hot, sticky, and dizzy, and couldn't do anything but let her brother fuck her silly. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back in her head. She panted for air like a dog, her face flushing pink and then deep red. Lincoln went faster, every thrust hitting a thousand pleasure sensors she didn't even know existed. She curled her toes and flattened her hands against Lincoln's chest, the way his muscles flexed and rippled exciting her to the point that her natural lubrication oozed out around Lincoln's dick and dribbled down her butt cheeks, soaking the table.
"Beg me," Lincoln panted.
"Please, Lincy," Lola hitched, "please give it to me."
Suddenly, Lincoln's dick grew to twice its normal size and sprayed her womb with scalding cum. She gasped and clawed at his chest, his jizz filling her to the brim and then spilling over. He wrapped his arms around her and they shared a passionate kiss as he emptied his balls into her stomach. After a few minutes, his hips began to pump again.
He was still hard.
Lola knelt on the floor and looked up at him, purring like a kitten. He grabbed her hair and she dutifully opened her mouth. His dick was musky and tasted like salt and copper. She rolled her eyes up and gazed into his as he fucked her throat, his thick precum coating the inside of her mouth and sliding down her tongue. Lincoln guided her back and forth, pulling her hair and bringing tears to her eyes. She squeezed them closed and did her best to breathe through her nose. Drool and precum dripped down her chin and splattered the front of her chest and Lincoln's fingernails scratched her scalp. She shoved her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit until she was on the edge, toes dangling over the side.
Lincoln's trembling and heavy breathing sent her over the edge and she came undone. Moments later, Lincoln filled her mouth, his cum warm and snotty. Her throat bobbed as she gulped it down and Lincoln shivered when she slowly pulled back, her lips molded to his shaft. "How was that, Lincy?" she asked.
Flushed and dazed, Lincoln could only nod.
Lola had no idea sex felt so divine. If she had, she would have done it years ago.
She hoped Lincoln was up to it doing it a lot more, because she sure was.
When he was gone, she got up, straightened her dress, and sat at the table, Lincoln's cum sloshing in her little love box. She pressed her thighs closed to keep him in and poured a cup of tea, which she then offered to her bear, Mr. Snuggles, who had watched the whole thing. "Here," she said and traced her lips with the tip of her tongue, "I already had something to drink..."