A/N: Happy Holidays, everyone! Sorry if I've been slacking off and teasing you with some chapters. Been in a fist fight with some douche called 'Life'. But I'm back with a dirty, little gift to leave underneath your tree. Basically a dirty parody of "12 days of Christmas" that I'm hoping you'll enjoy. Note: The symbol of (...), I'll admit you'll be annoyed by the end. That said, remember to read, review, enjoy this as well as the holiday. And don't forget...happy wanking ;)
12 occurrences of Lincoln
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Lori drank her mug of eggnog as she watched her brother sleep intently. Her eyes wide, almost as if she was refusing to blink. Her face was painted with a conflicted frown. Her soul toiling with a moral debate as she observed him. The most relaxing being done was her squatted stance as she sat in the chair, placed in the opened doorway to Lincoln's room.
Lincoln, however, seemed more relaxed in contrast. He simply laid there, snoozing away. Unlike so many in the house, Lincoln wasn't covered in layers for warmth. Quite the opposite, merely sleeping in his briefs beneath a single blanket. Must be the insulation of his room. He seemed so peaceful that Lori almost couldn't believe that he was the same brother that she ran away from.
In fact, it was for such debate, that Lori refrained from wanting to place handcuffs on the sleeping brother. She wanted to believe that her brother was good and that his nocturnal demons were held back. She wanted to do good by Lincoln. But certain habits are hard to break from, she assumes.
"Still standing guard, huh?" Lori heard from behind her, faced with her mother and Lisa looking upon her.
"I know how it looks." Lori starts off sounding like a kid caught with the cookie jar, "But I just wanted assurance that he remained asleep."
"With his sleep patterns and probability rates, I doubt he will stir this time around." Lisa stated as a matter of fact.
"This time around?" Lori raised an eyebrow at such phrasing, "How many times has he stirred about exactly?"
Color drained from their faces, sweat flushing and awkward glances exchanged between them. "Umm...q-quite a few." Rita struggled to cough out.
"What?!" Lori said shocked, her volume causing Lincoln to stir in his sleep for a second. She made the conscious effort to lower her voice. "What do you mean, quite a few?"
Rita looked down in shame for a brief moment, Lisa stepping forth. "How about we discuss in this elsewhere?" She grasped Lori's hand, guiding her and their mother away from Lincoln's room.
(Meanwhile, in another room...)
Oddly enough, tonight was a sort of casual night in the room of Luna and Luan. Luna simply sat on her bunk, strumming away on her axe and tuning the strings to find the accoustic tune that she was looking for. Luan up on the top bunk, had the laptop in front of her yet her hands were occupied with her beloved ventriloquist dummy, Mr. Coconuts.
"Ok, Mr. Coconuts." Luan greeted the dummy, "Let's see if we can find any material for risque humor."
"Listen, Doll." Mr. Coconuts 'spoke' in his little accent, "I'm plenty wood as it is, you don't need me watching porn."
"HA! Good one, Mr. Coconuts!" Luan applauded 'him'.
"And two," Mr. Coconuts continued, "if you want me talking filth, just make Trump's publicist."
"Whoa, a political zinger!" Luan applauded, typing a few keys on her laptop. "Jokes aside, let's get to work."
"Oh great, before filth, you're starting with bullshit." said.
(Meanwhile...)
Sitting around a round table within Lisa's laboratory/room, sat Lori, Lisa and Rita. Each sipping from a mug of eggnog to calm the mood that was lingering in the air. Rita was the first to start off speaking.
"Where do I start?" Rita asked, sounding weak with guilt in her voice.
"How about the beginning?" Lori asked sardonically.
"Well, after you...moved out," Rita struggled to say such words, "The first night of Lincoln's started off with -"
(...)
"-One night with Leni!" Luan finished off some joke. Her laptop displaying the footage of Lincoln plowing away at a blindfolded Leni.
"Lucky bastard." Mr. Coconuts muttered beneath his 'breath'.
(...)
"What?" Lori asked shocked.
"Familiar location factoring in, Lincoln's unconscious mind moved onto the nearing thing." Lisa explained the reasoning, yet not making it sound any better for Lori.
"I can't believe she thought she was dreaming the whole time." Rita shook her head in shame.
"Well, that's one." Lori wanted to know the rest, needing her mother to move past such emotion.
"Following up one night, it seemed as if Lincoln was going to remain docile for the entire night." Lisa pitched in.
"Yes, until Lola and Lana came up to him, each frightened by a noise." Rita carried on, "They went to Lincoln for comfort and before you know it, he had - "
(...)
"-Two twins in his bed!" Luan chimes in, her hand gesturing at her screen. Lincoln lied docile with the twins curled up on his lap. Their heads on his lap, right in-between a the erection poking forth. Luan and Mr. Coconuts couldn't resist chuckling at the conversation that would occur by morning, the twins discussing the stain on one's face.
"Lana, you drooled all over my face!" Lola complained.
"Did not!" Lana defended herself.
"Yes, you did! Look at this gunk all over my face!" Lola said, pointing at the translucent liquid smudged on her cheek. Lana, being the filth monger that she is, leans forth and literally licks it off of her. Sending her twin running off, screaming and complaining even more.
"Quite the dirty girl." Mr. Coconuts wiggled his eyebrows.
(...)
"Eww! That's gross even for Lana!" Lori cringed in disgust.
"Indeed." Said Lisa, "I had to pump her stomach later in her sleep."
Lori's jaw dropped at that note, flabbergasted.
"Hey, we couldn't exactly inform Lana of what she licked up." Rita put her defense, "Especially when it gets followed up by - "
(...)
"-Three french kisses, huh?" Luan nudged her dummy, her smile beaming with pride. The footage displaying three different times that Lincoln wandered into her room, making out with her as his tongue explored her mouth.
"Of course that would be your favorite." Luna snickered as she continued her acoustics.
"Surprised your braces didn't shred his tongue." Coconuts delivered with quick wit, getting a chuckle out of Luna and a glare from Luan.
(...)
"Wow." Lori said with widen eyes, "Surprised she didn't wake up during any of it."
"Yes, I may require her vitals if a next time were to occur." Noted Lisa.
Rita ignored that and carried on, "And after that, things only worsened with the -"
"-Four moaning Lynns!" Luan chimed as she witness four different clips of Lincoln massaging Lynn's body. Groping her breast, squeezing her bottom and rubbing away at her mound. Each of which gaining a moan from the slumbering athlete.
"Certainly beats her snoring." Quipped Coconuts.
"Ok, how does she not wake up during that?" Lori now no longer suspending her disbelief.
"Lori, you know how much of a heavy sleeper Lynn is." Rita explained the obvious.
Lori shrugged in defeat, "Fair enough."
Lisa chimed in, "And things only got weird after he got into the -"
(...)
"FIVE COCK RINGS!" Luan nearly sung, with Luna strumming away some heavy notes on her guitar, playing passionately.
"I take it that got you excited, huh?" Coconuts asked Luna with a raised eyebrow. Luna quickly climbed up to the top bunk, meeting the dummy's eyes for a second.
"You know it." Luna grinned, her eyes falling onto the laptop's screen. Footage shown of Lincoln digging around in Luna's dresser drawers. And as he ceased, he turned around with quite the stiff, dresser from tip to bottom with the aforementioned black cock rings. Luna's tongue escaped her mouth as she breathed heavily at the image.
Lori's eyes widen and her mouth silenced for a moment. Her mother and sister were left waiting for a response. Only for her to say, "Do I really even want to know why those would be in their room?"
Rita and Lisa looked at each other and back at Lori. All those could do was shrug, not having a single clue.
"Yikes." Lori murmured, scratching her head with running conclusions. "Do I even want to know what's next?"
"That would be me." Lisa raised her finger in a matter of fact manner.
"What?!" Lori lit up with surprise at such.
"Well, you see what happened was -"
(...)
"-Six swats on the ass." Luan sung, Luna now strumming melodically to such now that she was up with them.
The footage was quite the sight. Lincoln sitting in the living room, dressed only in his birthday suit. Unlike before, there wasn't a visible erection in his lap. Instead in its place was Lisa. Bent over and trapped by his grip, her trousers down around her ankles and her eyes open. She was completely awake as Lincoln would spank her ass, then soothe with a light massage then swat at it again. Her face would cringe with each slap.
"You been a naughty girl, Ronnie." Lincoln murmured half asleep, physically living out some dream of his.
Soon their mom would be displayed on the screen, walking on the whole mess. She remained frozen as Lisa raised her head in distress. She mouthed the words, 'Help me', hoping her mother would rescue. A whole five minutes of footage would be dedicated as Rita would awkwardly attempt to slide Lisa out from under Lincoln's grip. Only to be followed by another five as the two would try to get the slumbering boy back to his room.
"I don't know which is more red: Her ass or your mom's face." Snickered Mr. Coconuts.
(...)
"I'd say that just proves my point so far." Lori felt like this highlights the issue.
"It didn't go too far." Lisa tried to lighten the mood, "Thankfully Mother shown up before his dreams worsen."
"I still don't understand what he sees in Ronnie Ann." Rita mumbled underneath her breath.
"What was that?" Lori asked.
"I said Lisa didn't get the worst of it." Rita saved herself, "Not as bad as the -"
(...)
"-Seven rabbits spawned!" Luan chimed, Luna's guitar momentarily busting a string at such lyrics. She swiftly striven to repair the damage.
The footage was...bizarre, to say the least. A nude Lincoln stumbling blindly towards their pet rabbit, Gary. The rabbit's eyes were widen with fear, trained on the human member standing tall in his direction. By nature alone, Gary had a pretty good idea on what would follow. Frighten, Gary's shivering form closed his eyes, muscles clenched and, then...POP! Eyes opened, Gary blushed as apparently had just given birth to the seven bunnies from behind.
Even the likes of Luan and Luna could crack at such a thing. All they could really do was stare at the screen, wondering what did they just saw. Eyes wide and jaws hanging.
"Guess Gary requires an 'i' instead of a 'y'." Mr. Coconuts saying the only words that could be said.
(...)
"Took us a few days to sell the bunnies to a shelter." Rita explained as she finished. Lori looked at her in shock.
"He...tried..to fuck the rabbit?" Lori asked slowly as if she were trying to make sure she heard it all right.
"Evidently he didn't know what was going on." Lisa explained, hoping to save the image of Lincoln's humanity in this circumstance.
"And Gary is a girl?" Lori asked further more. Rita and Lisa nodded.
"Apparently we didn't look close enough." Rita said with dry wit, hoping the humor would save the moment.
"What else happened?" Lori asked with worry, not completely sure if she truly wanted to know more.
"Well..." Rita began, "The very next night he had -"
(...)
"-Eight loads a milking!" The melody of perverted humor continued.
The footage was more tamed than prior. Lincoln was once again slumbering about in the nude. This time though, this body was sitting about in the living room, rubbing away at his member until climax...and over...and over...and over. Each climax delivering a high rising shot of his seed, target and landing on shelf that supported the TV.
Luan and Luna were quite in awe of such, precision and all. "More, more, more." They both chanted in glee at the sight.
"Boy's been drinking his milk." Chuckled Mr. Coconuts.
(...)
Rita shuddered at the memory, "Took a lot of bleach to clean up the mess."
"I'm never watching on that TV again." Lori mumbled underneath her breath, disgusted by such imagery.
"A scientific miracle for his vitals." Lisa noted, in surprising form of awe.
"Literally disgusting." Lori complained at such.
Rita grimaced as she resumed speaking, "And then followed by -"
(...)
"-Nine rounds of spooning!" The entertaining duo resumed their musical of voyeurism.
The footage being nine different of Lincoln's nightly intrusions in one compilation. Unconsciously invading the rooms of the females in the house, sans Lily's nursery. Without awareness, he crept into bed with each of them, as if a underage boogeyman figure. Snuggled up against the body of each, from Leni to Lola and even the additional likes of their mother. Pressed against the back of their bodies, he began spooning for warmth from them. As if their bottoms was a goldmine of warmth and his pelvis the prospector.
Luan couldn't help but chuckle at the footage involving Lola. For Lincoln wasn't the only spooning in the room, their dog Charles appearing to imitate Lincoln's action onto one of their stuffed plushies. And Lola's half asleep words didn't help!
"Mmm, yes." Lola moaned in her sleep, "Now tell me I'm pretty."
The girls couldn't help but burst into laughter at such. Doing their damnedest to muffle it out so they couldn't be overheard.
"Is it weird that Lincoln's doing more humping than the dog in that one?" Mr. Coconuts would ask.
"Yes." Luna answered 'him', "But it's still hot."
(...)
"Ok, how many circumstances did Lincoln go about and do exactly?" Lori pinched the bridge of her nose, curious and exhausted as to how much did her brother's issue has progressed.
Rita looked at Lisa, how whipped out a calculator and punched in a few keys. A beep here, a bop there. "Factoring out repeated actions, it would appear Lincoln's done about 12 different situations."
"And how many left?" Lori hoped there wasn't a whole 12 to go.
"2." Lisa answered.
"And I'd say tenth is the worst." Rita grimaced.
"Why?..." Lori raised an eyebrow at her mother.
"...Lucy may know." Rita said with shame.
"What?!" Lori gasped, color draining from her face.
"We don't know how or what she knows" Lisa carried on, "But her sneaking about may mean she witnessed something."
"Which led to the one thing we did find out -" Rita said, degrading into a worrisome whisper.
(...)
"-Ten peeping Lucy's!" Luan continued, beaming some pride at this one. The footage for once not being of Lincoln's actions, but rather their Gothic sibling. Lincoln would be involved in the footage, though awake and minding his own business in moments of privacy. But the pervert in action would be the younger sibling, noticed skulking in the backgrounds.
Whether she being peering in from the stairway as Lincoln would be living room or viewing him in his room from the vent above, it would always change in method. But they would keep seeing her peeping in on their brother. Hell, one involved Lincoln bathing in the shower and privately tending to his needs as he did so. Too much in the zone, Lincoln of course hadn't noticed the peep hole carved in the wall with an eye looking in on him.
"Possible recruit?" Luan asked her sister.
"Totally dude." Nodded the rocking anglophile.
"She's giving me the creeps." Mr. Coconuts shudders...receiving startled looks from both of the sisters.
(...)
"Troublesome it was, to patch the hole without letting father or Lana in on it." Lisa notes on the reconstruction work done for the bathroom.
"So great." Lori bellows sardonically, "So we literally have a sleepwalking assailant and a peeping sis who's wide awake."
"Lincoln's not aware of what he's doing." Rita rebuked, "And Lucy is probably just curious, she's coming to that age."
"So we literally need to fix two problems then." Lori sums up the issues at hand. "Anything more?"
"Well..." Lisa says awkwardly, "There's account of the - "
(...)
"-Eleven shots to the G spot!" Luan and Luna sung in harmony, both of their faces cringing as they recalled the context. It in reference to their mother in less than innocent light. Hell, even for a couple of perverted voyeurs like them, it was still something hard to swallow.
Though there was more than enough footage with variety, it didn't mean an original had to die. Just because Lincoln's nocturnal wanderings developed more tastes, didn't mean a previous dish had ceased. Their mother would still occasional tend to Lincoln's needs, in hopes that would leave him satisfied and docile. Though, the footage would show that Lincoln wasn't the only one being satisfied. Adjusting the angle to the film, the girls could see the grinning O-face displayed on her face. She was enjoying it.
And as the smacking of their mother's ass cheeks would slowly cease, the stiffness of Lincoln going soft, the girls could see the grin of such pleasure slowly turn into a frown of shame. The haze of her orgasm lifting and reality settling in. She slowly removed herself from Lincoln's lap, then rushing to collect her clothes and out the door.
"Well, least Lincoln could blame it on the sleepiness." Mr. Coconuts commented.
(...)
"You're still doing that?" Lori asked.
"I do what I have to do." Rita said, looking down in shame. Lisa patted her on the back in attempts of comfort.
"But mom, don't you realize?" Lori reached forth and cupped her mother's hands, "If we tell Lincoln and fix this, you won't have to do it anymore."
"And if we give Lincoln such clarity, how do you think he will react?" Lisa asked, if not rebuked, "How do you think he will process such information?"
Lori didn't answer at first. She figured that the others would be immediately on board with what would seem to be the answer. But to such a question? "I don't know."
Rita sobbed, "That's why we have to keep it back for awhile. Until we have an answer to all of our problems and won't make Lincoln go crazy with grief."
And on that note, the ladies at the table fell silent. Each unable to speak about the subject any further. Unsure if any pleasant dreams were to follow tonight.
(Meanwhile in Luan/Luna's room...)
"And providing 12 nights of pleasure!" The duet concluded their song, Luna swiftly strumming a quick solo as the song reached its climax.
"That was good, bra!" Luna complimented.
"So good, that least the song was the only one to climax in here!" Snickered Mr. Coconuts. Luna cringed for a few seconds.
"Ok, bad pun aside, put that thing away." Luna shuddered, "Gives me the creep."
"Ok, Ok." Luan said as she began putting the dummy back into his case. "Least this night was fun somewhat."
"No doubt, bra." Luna agreed, "If only it could get much better."
And as if a tempt of fate by such words, that very second the vent in the corner of the room dropped. Dropped to the floor with a clang, followed by a thud as more fell from the ceiling. Much more in the shape of an eight year old girl dressed in black from head to toe. Lucy...
"I know what you guys are doing." Lucy said in monotone manner, "And I want in."
Luna and Luan looked at each other, then back to Lucy. A pause of silence quickly filled the air. Tension was thick. Luna then extended her hand to Lucy. Luan followed in suit. Following her instincts, Lucy shook their hands.
"Welcome aboard, bra."
(THE END?! CLIFFHANGER!)