I don't own The Loud House.

Welcome back to another chapter. Sorry for the delay, I recently moved homes and it's been a hassle just to get organized. I'm going to post what I was able to edit today and I'll update again in two weeks. Hopefully now I can get back on schedule. This will also be the last chapter to this story. It was a fun little trip to take with this idea. I hope you all enjoyed it. Who knows? Maybe I'll write a sequel. Maybe if I get enough reviews I'll consider.

Phantom Pleasure

Chapter 3

By the time that Persephone had made her way into the girls locker, Lucy had managed to crawl into the laundery room and allow herself to fall onto a bag of dirty towels. Her brother had wasted no time in having sex with the doll once more. She wasn't sure if the magic was making her brother hornier or if he had already been a sex crazed animal. Regardless, she was once more lost in a world of pleasure that she had both dreamed of for years and was now cursing at the same time.

Her brother was savage in his love making, possibly trying to see just how hard he could fuck the doll without breaking it. Yet despite his best efforts, the doll bore it all without fail, much to Lucy's displeasurable pleasure. When her brother came inside of her for the second time, Persephone had just reached the locker room and was calling out to her.

"Lucy! Lucy, where are you?" She called out.

Forcing herself to crawl, Lucy made her way painfully towards the door. She used her head to butt it open and then croaked out. "H-Here!"

At once her friend rushed to her side and knelt down beside her. "Oh good heavens, Lucy, what is going on? Are you okay? Are you ill? Is something attacking you?"

Something was attacking her, alright. A certain white haired something with a surprisingly big dick.

"Pers...I-I need your help..." Lucy said, her voice low like a desperate whisper. "I...n-need to g-get h-h-hooooOOME!"

Her voice rose several octaves as she felt her brother once more penetrate the doll back home, barely allowing her a moment's respite. Her friend looked at her with concern as Lucy bit down her moans, trying desperately to maintain control.

"Good heavens! Lucy, are you under a supernatural attack?" Persephone asked. Despite them no longer being in the Young Mortician's Club, they still held a love for the occult. So it was no surprise that that had been her friend's first thought. She was correct, of course, in guessing arcane means were responsible for her current state. But Lucy couldn't tell her the cause just yet. She had to deal with it on her own first.

"G-Get...m-m-meeee...h-home!" She barely managed to say before she fell onto the floor in a fetal position, her body once more being wracked with pleasure. Lucy tried, she really tried to fight it but within moments of her collapse, she was moaning once more, gripping at her arms and holding herself as she rode yet another orgasm to completion.

Persephone steeled herself before helping her friend onto her back. She then began to make her way towards the school's exit. Thankfully the lunch period was over and she was able to reach the entrance of the school undisturbed by anyone. The entire time, Lucy had bitten onto her knuckle in an attempt to quiet her moans. A few times Persephone could have sworn that she heard Lucy mutter her brother's name followed by a curse aimed at him...and his penis?

Blushing, Persephone had no idea what that was about but she quickened her pace since it seemed that Lucy's condition was worsening. She could feel the smaller girl trembling every so often, her ragged breaths falling on her neck, and...what was that?

"Lucy? Did you urinate yourself?" Persephone asked incredulously but she didn't drop her friend nor halt her pace. In fact, she quickened her step to a light jog instead.

She felt Lucy shake her head. "N-No...I-I'll...explain...l-later..."

For a moment Persephone thought about pressing the smaller girl for answers but then she felt her friend's body tremble once more and she heard Lucy cry out in...pain? No, that wasn't it...jogging made it hard to focus but it almost sounded like Lucy was enjoying whatever was happening to her. But that couldn't be right...could it?

It took them almost thirty minutes to reach the Loud House and by then both girls were completely exhausted. Lucy because her brother had fucked the doll at least three more times in that time span and Persephone because she had jogged almost the whole way with Lucy on her back. While taller than Lucy, Persephone was just as athletic as Lucy was which was saying that neither was athletic. By the time they reached the front door, both girls were drenched in sweat (and other bodily fluids) and gasping for breath.

"Lucy...how...do...I...get in?" Persephone asked.

But Lucy didn't answer, or rather she couldn't. She weakly pointed at the doorbell for a moment before her arm fell limp from the effort. But it was enough that Persephone caught onto what she was saying. Shifting Lucy's weight, Persephone shakily reached up and rang the doorbell. There was a loud buzzing noise that ran throughout the house and Persephone could have sworn that she heard the sound of a yelp and thud. She didn't have to wait long before she heard the sound of rushing feet and then a rushed voice asking who it was.

"L-Lincoln? Is that you? I have your sister. Please open the door!" Persephone said quickly, recognizing Lucy's older brother's voice.

At once the door swung open and Persephone's breath caught in her throat. Standing in the doorway was a teenaged Lincoln, taller than she last remembered, with rippling muscles (not really) and six pack abs (not really). She was mesmerized by the sight of him tearing the door off its hinges (it wasn't), his rapid shallow breaths, his glistening body, and...oh my! She averted her gaze from his...scabbard lest she faint and drop her friend.

"Lucy, are you okay? What happened?" Lincoln asked as he hurried towards his sister's side. He took her off of Persephone's back and carried her in bridal style. He motioned for her to follow them in before he rushed inside and laid Lucy on the couch. "Lucy, speak to me! What happened?"

It was then that his sister turned to look at him with bleary eyes. But once she saw him, her eyes focused into a glare. She wanted to reach up and slap him and then kiss him senseless as she gave him a taste of his own medicine but her body refused to respond. Instead she growled.

"You did, you idiot!"

Lincoln was taken aback. "W-What are you talking about? I've been home all day and..."

It was at this moment that he took in her appearance...and scent. His sister's body was covered in cold sweat. Not only that, her cheeks were flushed as if she had been running a marathon...or having magical sex through a magical Lucy-doll that he found in her room. Stiffly, he glanced at her nether regions and sure enough, there was all the missing jizz that he had pumped into the Lucy-doll for the past hour.

"Oh my god, Luce, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean...I mean, I didn't know...I-" But Lucy cut him off.

"Of course you didn't know, you idiot! How the hell were you supposed to know about the magic that such a powerful artifact contained?" She snapped. She was too weak to move but thankfully for her, a woman's ability to be furious never seemed to run out. "Haven't I told you not to go about messing with powers that you do not yet understand!?"

Lincoln looked from his sister to Persephone who was standing next to the closed door looking confused. "Um...do you want to have this conversation in front of your friend?" He whispered in a rushed voice, glancing nervously at her.

Lucy's glare hardened. "Persephone...thanks for bringing me home. Please go upstairs and use my shower to get cleaned up. There's spare clothes in my room as well."

Persephone shared a look with Lucy that told her she wanted answers and soon. When Lucy sighed but nodded, Persephone smiled before thanking them for their hospitality and making her way up towards Lucy's room.

Once alone, Lucy returned her glare towards her brother. "What do you have to say for yourself, Lincoln?" She demanded.

Lincoln swallowed a hard ball of shame and guilt. While he hadn't known that the Lucy-doll was magic, considering that it was in his sister's room he should have assumed it was. After all, what kind of sex doll would feel as realistic as that one?

"I-I'm so sorry..." He croaked as his guilt and shame began to churn in his stomach. He felt like a piece of shit, he practically magic raped his sister!

Seeing her brother begin to cry immediately put out the flames of her anger. She knew that it wasn't his fault, not entirely. After all, she was the one who carelessly performed a magic spell and made the stupid doll in the first place. She was also the one who failed to interpret what the magic would entail. Sighing, she tried to sit up and thankfully some of her strength had returned now that her brother wasn't fucking her sensless.

"I'm so sorry, Luce...I never meant to hurt you..." Lincoln sobbed into his hands.

And at this point Lucy's heart began to break. She reached out for him and gently tugged at his orange tank top. Feeling her pull, Lincoln moved closer to her automatically and knelt in front of her. Lucy then cupped her brother's face and leaned in, giving him her first real kiss.

When she pulled away, she was blushing but she was also glad to see that Lincoln was no longer sobbing. He looked stunned by her actions and even more confused than before.

"It's not your fault, big brother. The responsibility was mine and I was careless enough to leave such an artifact lying around where even my horny older brother would find it." She said, attempting to lighten the mood with a joke but unfortunately, she wasn't her sister Luan. Sighing, she placed one hand on his chest. "Brother...do you know why I made that doll?" She asked.

"T-To give to your boyfriend?" He said in a low voice.

Lucy shook her head. "No...I have no boyfriend and I probably never will..."

This threw Lincoln for a loop. He glanced upstairs towards the sound of running water and he blushed. "Are you...?"

Matching his blush, Lucy shook her head furiously. "No! I'm not attracted to girls! Get your mind out of the gutter, brother!"

"Sorry, sorry!" Lincoln apologized quickly. "But then if not for a boyfriend, who was it for?"

Lucy's cheeks darkened even more. She probably shouldn't be embarrassed to confess her feelings anymore considering that they already had sex, even if through magical means. Yet the thought of telling him that she loved him was a little daunting. Still, she knew that this was her chance to confess, to tell him how much she loved him.

Taking a deep breath, she looked him in the eye despite him not being able to see hers. "Big brother...the doll was for you..."

"F-For me?" Lincoln asked in disbelief. Slowly the pieces began to click inside of his head and he realized what Lucy was trying to tell him. Blushing, he looked away. "O-Oh..."

"Yea...oh..." Lucy agreed.

They sat in silence for several moments, the house quiet except for the sound of the shower running upstairs. And in the silence, it became apparent to both siblings just how much the two of them stinked. Lucy's nose scrunched up and Lincoln reached up to cover his. And seeing each other's reactions served to break the tension between them. They slowly grinned before they started to giggle and then full blown laughter. It felt good to them to move past whatever awkwardness had settled in. Lincoln knew that his relationship with Lucy had changed but perhaps it had changed for the better? Only time would tell.

And speaking of Lucy, she was currently wondering how she was going to explain the situation to her friend. Perhaps she would enjoy a doll of her own? Lucy didn't know but for now she was content with knowing that at least her relationship with her brother wasn't ruined beyond repair. And much to her joy, Lincoln leaned in, cupped her face, and gave her a loving kiss.

"I'm...not good with relationships, god knows I'm not." Lincoln began lamely. "But if this is what you want...if I'm what you want, then I'm willing to give it a try...i-if you are, that is..."

Lucy didn't answer with words, she preferred to do as her sister Lynn would do and let her actions speak for her. And for the next thirty minutes, her actions were loudly heard throughout the Loud House.

End.