A/N; Hello, dear readers! So I'm just going to say: This chapter is a bit all over the place, not so much focus on plot as it is on characters than anything. As for reviews, I've been picking up on a split between opinions and I'm curious: Which would most of you prefer: I keep the drama and any trace of plot within the story, or rather I just focus on the smut? Tell me in the reviews, I'm curious to see how this tallies up. That said, please; Read, Review and Enjoy!

Chapter 5: Bad dreams and bothersome nights -

Lincoln lies asleep in bed, after hours of strife. He would lie awake in bed and finally after midnight, fall asleep. It's been like that ever since his mom and little sister Lisa took him off the medicine. He didn't understand why exactly. It helped him sleep decently for quite awhile, but Lisa insisted that it wasn't working properly. Afterwards, he had returned to the problems of before. An insomniac in the making, if you will. And they still refuse to give him back the prescription.

It was around 1 o'clock in the morning that Lincoln's eyes finally closed and his thoughts drifted hazily. His consciousness resting, his surroundings changed with details lifted. It was once again, time for a brief dream within this brief sleep. 'What would it be this time?' Lincoln wondered.

Lincoln looked around, seeing that he was simply floating around in a pink void. No physical terrain to decorate such, no floor or ground beneath his feet. Just the the blinding color of pink everywhere. But there was someone other in the void with him. Lying right in front of him was his older sister. Leni. And in a matter that made him blush crimson.

Leni laid horizontally, bare as the day as she was born. Not a single thing was dressing her, not even her little sunglasses. Her legs were spread wide, giving him a good view of her pretty, pink pussy. A pussy that she was spreading even wider with two index fingers. And contrast to the pink of her package and the pink surrounding them, Lincoln definitely noticed the white fluid dripping from her.

It dripped from her and rose above her due to lack of gravity in wherever they were. Lincoln didn't know why, but the sight of said fluid made him sick to his stomach. Felt as if his stomach were weighing down with guilt, but guilt of what?

"Do you like my new look, Lincy?" Leni asked, lifting her head up. Though her eyes moved down, "It certainly looks like you do."

Lincoln looked down to follow her eyes, shocked by what he saw. He too was in his birthday suit! And if that was startling for him, his manhood was huge, erect and full of blood. He desperately tried to cover such with his hands, but to no avail. His junk was just too big to cover!

"Don't be shy, Lincy." Leni giggled, "I can't get a refill if you're being shy."

"Huh?" Lincoln raised an eyebrow at her words. But Leni simply spread herself again with her index fingers.

"I need a refill, Lincy." Leni said, "Give it to me."

At those words, Lincoln's manhood twitched in his hands, as if it were getting eager. The head of his member, bobbing up and down with energy, as if it were a hyper puppy. Lincoln blushed at it all, shaking his head in denial of it.

"No." Lincoln said, "I ain't into this. This isn't what I want!"

"Oh but Lincoln." Leni piped up, getting his attention. She was no lying down, but standing right in front of him. She grinned like a cheshire cat as she grabbed a hold of him by the balls. "If only you knew."

"AAAAH!" Lincoln shouted, half of it from shock at the sight and the other half from pleasure as his sister manhandled his balls.

"AAAH!" Lincoln gasped, bolting up. He looked around, seeing that he was in his room rather than the pink void. And Leni wasn't anywhere in sight. He sighed in relief.

"Another one." Lincoln said, realizing this was the third time this week. Brief sleep interrupted with weird dreams like that. Waking up him by nearly giving him a heart attack.

Lincoln looked down at his lap, noting of the obvious. Next to that heart attack, he would be waken up with a hard on as well. Evidently at the hands of his lewd psyche. He flicked at the stiffen head, which bounced like an antenna. He sighed in frustration.

"Gonna need to go to the bathroom for this." Lincoln said as he rose from his bed, "And to therapy or something."

(Elsewhere in the house)

In Luna and Luan's room, the comedian and rocker lied in their beds, asleep for once. Luan rested with a camera aimed at herself. Instead of searching for any sexual exploits of her family, the camera aimed to record any rare jokes that Luan would mumble in her sleep. Luna slept on the bottom bunk, wearing headphones as her resting form listened to music. The song being that of a band known as "Nerf herder".

"Just love me..." Luna mumbled in sleep as she went along with the lyrics. And not just her mouth singing along, for her dreams to have gone along with for the musical journey. Luna stirred in her sleep as her consciousness was swept across somewhere else...

"I'm sorry, Luna." were the words that started it all. Words that accompanied a return letter, handed back to Luna by someone else that she was fond of. Sam.

"I'm just not into you that way." Sam said, trying to say such words with tact. But even so, they were only met with with Luna's heart breaking and tears streaming down her cheeks.

"We can still be friends, right?" Sam asked. Luna smiled and nodded in agreement with Sam, juxtaposed with the tear stained cheeks of hers.

Following such heart break, Luna spent quite a lot of time in her room. Sobbing into her pillow, jamming out to melancholy music. Hell, she spent an hour once rubbing one out, thinking of the all the things she'd do to Sam if only she'd return her affection. She stowed in her her funk for about a month. It wasn't until after such time that she finally came out of her room.

One day, Luna had smoked a bit of grass from her personal stash. Brightening up her mood, napping away most of the day. By the time she had woken up, it was nightfall. Drawn out of her sleep by odd noises. Noises coming from Luan's bunk above, such as the sound of her weight shifting and creaking the bed. Noises that she swore sounded like that she'd hear in a porno.

Luna raised her head to intrude, catching Luan rubbing one to such porn...porn that consisted of their mother blowing their sleeping brother! Luna about freaked until Luan covered her mouth, hushing her.

"As taboo as this may be, it certainly provides a change to routine." Luan said frantic, "And I just needed a change in things!"

Luna was about to say something, her sister's words stuck in her head. A change in things? Honestly, after the whole Sam ordeal, she herself could use a change in things. Her eyes shifted to the computer, which still played such explicit footage.

"Care if I watch?" asked the faux Brit.

Luan's eyes widen in surprise. But she shifted over, patting a spot next to her. "Have a seat." She smiled.

"AH!" Luna gasped bolting up. She breathed heavily as she looked at surroundings. In fact, looking at said surroundings merely added a phantom weight to her mind. "Hard to believe how much things have changed..." She sighed.

"I need to take a piss." Luna mumbled to herself as she rose from her bed. Dressed in merely her bra and panties, she added her iconic shirt for the hallway's sake. Hopefully time outside of this room will do her some good...

(Meanwhile...)

Lori's eyes opened wide, viewing that she was in her bed and surrounded by quite an unusual sight. Once again, she was in bed and back in her old childhood room. But surrounding her, and more importantly atop her, were others. On the side of her bed was mother, wearing an open bathrobe and a gimp mask with a riding crop in her hands. Her bathrobe provided a generous view to her goods. And the riding crop was being used to whip the posterior of the one atop of Lori.

Pinning her down and hitching the skirt of her nightgown high up, was Lincoln. Similar to the memory that haunted her, Lincoln was nude as a wee baby and rapidly inserting his member inside her. The only difference being his eyes. For starters, they were open, evident that he was wide awake this time. Open, bloodshot and showing a sad expression on his face. Sad and in pain, as Rita kept lashing at his exposed ass once again.

"Keep fucking your sister!" Rita ordered, making her son's ass more red than motherly possible. She seemed to grin as she heard Lori's grunts of discomfort.

"Lori, I can't stop!" Lincoln sobbed as he was being physically abused. Abused to resume the pounding of her pussy. His forlorn showing that he partaken no joy in this.

Said expression then became one of pain as a different tool was meeting with his ass. A literal shock zapping at the lashed wounds on his left cheek. His body couldn't help but jolt upward at such a sensation, his member pounced more deeper than it originally was. Lori gasped and moaned at the enhanced protrusion of herself. She glanced at the person responsible, eyes widen in surprise.

Lisa, holding a cattle prod whose tip sparked with electricity. Her attire was definitely much different than the last time Lori saw her. Over the green sweater and burgundy trousers was a white lab coat with pink rubber gloves overlapping with the sleeves at her hands. And in place of her usual glasses were sunglasses...with scarlet swastikas on the lenses.

"There!" Lisa exclaimed with excitement, "You see, Herr Mother Unit? There are improves in breeding of cattle!"

"True, but we don't want him to be electrocuted to death mid-fuck.." Rita said as she observed her children's coitus.

"Bah, I know what i'm doing!" Lisa rebuked, "So says I, the quack!"

"What the fuck?!" Lori exclaimed at the two women in the background, but they seem to ignore her.

"Lori..." Lincoln's voice caught her attention. She looked at her brother, who's face seem to be a fusion between pain and exhaustion, but hardly any pleasure.

"I'm so sorry. But I can't stop doing this..." Lincoln said softly, tears building up in his bloodshot eyes. Lori couldn't help but feel pity as she saw her brother like such. Especially as she saw Lisa give another zap on the ass!

"Silence, inferior brother unit!" Lisa barked loudly,"You will carry on and paint her insides white!"

"Yeah!" Rita chimed in, whipping Lincoln with the riding crop.

Lori looked at her tormented brother, disturbed by the sight. If she could, she'd lift her hand to his face in attempt to comfort him. But unfortunately she was currently restrained. But instead she did the best of her abilities, wrapping her legs around Lincoln's waist. Much to the surprise of the white haired slave.

"Don't worry, Lincoln." Lori said comfortingly, trying her best to smile. "As soon as you cum, it'll all be over."

"B-but, but..." Lincoln stuttered, seeming unsure by this tactic.

"If it makes you feel better, I'm likely to cum as soon as you cum." Lori said, knowing what he was getting at. Lincoln, wanting this be over as much as she did, simply carried on with the thrusting of his pelvis. Lori's feet appearing to push back his posterior, enhancing the speed. Lori grunted from the thrusting, while Lincoln grunted as his testicles kept smacking against her.

"Hey, Dom-mom and Herr Quack!" Lori grunted her insults, "How about you squeeze his balls back there. That'll literally help him cum faster!"

"She's right!" Lisa chimed in agreement, reaching forth and giving Lincoln's ballsack a hard squeeze. Lincoln moaned loudly as such a sensation.

Lincoln kept up the thrusting for quite a few minutes. All Lori could do was lie back and take it. Something she was familiar with. But she wasn't familiar with the look of pain, guilt and shame on his face. It bothered her. He clearly doesn't want this to happen but has no control in the matter. Lori would release a light moan in between grunts, hoping that would improve the situation for him. But all it simply did was remind the two that here they were, fucking.

"Lori...I think i'm getting close." Lincoln said, shame lacing his voice.

"Yes! DO IT!" Rita and Lisa said behind him, much to the other's grief.

"It's okay, Lincoln." Lori said, comforting him. "None of this is your fault."

Lincoln smiled lightly at her words, Lori doing the same in return. Lisa tightened her grip on Lincoln's testicles, them getting closer to the base of his manhood. Lincoln bit his lower lip as he could feel his orgasm approach. His moans were stiffed as he released his geyser's worth of seed into his sister. Lori moaned in return as she felt her own climax happen in response.

"AH!" Lori gasped as she jumped awake. Breathing heavily as she swore she about had a heart attack. She looked around, seeing that she was still in the small apartment that she and Bobby shared. Speaking of Bobby, who just happen to be sleeping next to her, his sleeping limbs wrapped around her in every way. She sighed in relief at the affectionate cuddling.

Lori began to feel something occurring beneath the sheets. Using her free hands, she lifted the sheets to find her loving boyfriend having a case of morning wood, poking her in the hip. 'Well that explains quite a bit.' Lori thought, as she put two and two together.

She attempted to shift from the raging stiffie that was her boo-boo bear. As she did, she felt quite a lot of moisture beneath. A sticking mess that was staining her panties. Dipping her fingers in it, she saw that it was clear rather than the white that would come from Bobby. Meaning that it was from her, courtesy of her dream.

As soon as the thought occur, the whole entire dream flashed before her eyes. She could feel the phantom pleasure that would've been Lincoln's pounding at her pussy. A sense of fear at she glanced at the corners of her room, fearing of her nightmarish mother and sister's presence. To her relief, they weren't. But then, the phantom weight of it all settled upon her mind.

"I gotta give the twerp a call." Lori said, feeling around for her cellphone, "He doesn't deserve this torment."

To be continued...Cliffhanger!