The two eventually drifted back into the living room and started picking up the mess Sam and Luna's friends had left behind. Chunk was the last to go: he slumped against the arm of the couch in a semi-stupor and rubbed his bleary eyes with thumbs as big as Hebrew National hotdogs. "You cool to drive?" Sam asked suspiciously.
"Aye," he assured her, "Might forget where I am and drive on the left though." He got up, swayed, and dropped back down onto his butt.
"Yeeeaaah," Sam stretched the word, unconvinced, "I'm gonna get you an Uber."
Lincoln sat next to his older sister on the couch and rubbed his temples, which were starting to ache a little. Luna hung off of him happily; after their talk she'd turned quite a bit more physically affectionate. She was still donning a big, goofy smile and for the last ten minutes had been trying to pressure him to extend his stay for a few more days. "You okay, bro?" She suddenly asked, getting way up close in his face, "You're lookin' a little drunk."
"Takes one to know one," He muttered, wincing from how strong the alcohol smell on her breath was.
"Yeah!" Luna laughed, seeming to find the idea hilarious. She backed off and her voice came out as a high squeak. "You're right! I'm drunk!" His sister's irrepressible bubbliness made him chuckle; Lincoln liked to see her happy even more than he hated to see her sad. He pressed the crown of his head against the side of hers and gently pushed her with it when she started letting her body slump over his, and in response she just giggled and clung stubbornly to his shoulder. He really liked how warm she was. All at once, Lincoln was struck by how genuinely satisfied and content he felt in that instant, how he was suddenly so sure there was truly nowhere else he'd rather be, and no one else he'd rather be with. The brief but intense surge of love for his sister he experienced was the kind that would have disquieted him if he was sober, but he didn't fight it. The boy still felt rather raw emotionally from all the booze and his ill-fated, half-formed connection with Tabby, so he just let it wash over him as he drank in the moment. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed and in response the rocker merely hummed happily, eyes shut and smiling.
After she'd finally managed to escort Chunk out of their apartment, Sam came back into the living room and plopped onto the floor with a weary sigh. "This place is a mess," she said, daunted by the bedlam of cups, cans and paper plates their friends had left them to clean up. Still, there was no rancor in her tone, the girl far too pleased about how she'd narrowly avoided disaster to let a bit of houseguest thoughtlessness bother her. Sam had been intensely relieved upon seeing Tabby leave alone, so much so that in her exhilaration she almost hadn't noticed how touchy-feely the siblings had suddenly become. Almost. For now, though, she didn't comment on it, afraid she'd make them self-conscious and disturb whatever wonderful spell had come over the two.
"S'fine," Luna said, in a good mood. She got up, stumbled over, and sat down across from her girlfriend, giggling when she nearly tripped. "Timberrr," she warned. Sam swatted her behind playfully and Lincoln laughed.
In the confusion of the party and meeting all those new people earlier, Lincoln had to admit that he hadn't really taken in his sister or Sam too closely before getting distracted once all their colorful friends had started pouring in. It was only now that he even really noticed the way the two were dressed. Luna's inimitable style was, as usual, on full display; she was wearing a pair of torn up jeans she'd salvaged into quasi-daisy dukes and a tatty (though he was sure she'd defend it to the death as 'vintage') Mick Swagger t-shirt from his 2012 Hoppin' Mack Smash tour, along with a colorful jangle of bracelets on her wrist of local indie bands, most of whose members she was on a first name basis with. No shoes; the brunette liked to go barefoot in her own apartment, even when she had company over. He found his eyes tracing up her bare, slim legs appreciatively but quickly shook it off. No real makeup either, but then, she didn't need it; just the usual purple eyeshadow that made her big, bright eyes seem even bigger. Sam, by contrast, had dressed up for the event, at least compared to her girlfriend: she sported a bootleg 'Mucho Man' Sandy Ravage tank top, hip-hugging flannel skirt, black leggings, boots she was currently in the process of kicking off and her old blued leather jacket that still just barely fit, though its sleeves ended halfway down her forearms nowadays. All in all the girls were flashing a look that made him feel desperately lame in comparison, but that didn't bother him much. Lincoln knew he had had many gifts; good fashion sense was not one of them.
They sat there like that for a while, simply basking in the pleasant, comfortable vibes. The two girls gossiped about the big news that night, filling Lincoln in on anything he'd missed out on; Mazzy's new tattoo, Rick giving up his vegetarianism, and how Chunk had let it slip that he was planning to propose to his long-term girlfriend. They joked and chatted happily, Sam ever mindful to avoid bringing up the subject of Tabby, and soon enough half an hour passed in which the three soused, directionless young adults talked about everything and nothing at all.
At last, Lincoln leaned back on the couch and rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. His face felt hot and his head was swimming. A smirk tugged at Sam's lips; the blonde knew she'd softened him up over the course of the evening with all that kahlua. She'd made sure to keep refilling his glass for a reason, after all, and chose a deceptively mild liquor to do so with for the same purpose. She was certain a straight-laced nineteen year old non-drinker like Lincoln would trust the taste too much and end up throwing it back like it was light beer, and that was precisely what she'd been hoping for. He'd consumed far more alcohol than he ordinarily would have because of that. Everything had been carefully arranged; the party had been the perfect chance to sidestep the guard he'd been keeping up around her lately and get him hammered and now that she had succeeded, unbeknownst to Luna, Sam decided that the time had at last come to stick the final lance into the surprisingly resilient bull that was Lincoln Loud's self-restraint.
"C'mere, Linc," She called after him coquettishly.
Luna looked at her with a bit of curiosity, but, shrugging, decided to simply go with it; she extended her hand and beckoned him over with a finger. "Yeah, bro, party's over here now."
Ugh, more partying? The boy shook his head. He just wanted to go to bed...
Finally, he managed to get up, stagger over, and fall on his ass between them. The blonde couldn't help but mutter wryly on how alike he and Luna were and her girlfriend stuck her tongue out at her, laughing. They were in a circle, Sam to his right and his sister to his left. Sam subtly crossed her legs, reached into her jacket, and brought something out. Lincoln squinted to make out what it was more clearly. A cigarette.
She put it between her lips, lit it, and inhaled sharply. The warm scent found his nose, making it crinkle. No, not a cigarette.
A joint.
"You're holding?" Luna asked.
"Yup." Sam said tightly, barely exhaling. "Ralph hooked me up. He says it's a real mellow strain. I thought it'd be the perfect way to end the night..." She held the smoke for a few more seconds, then coughed.
"My turn, dude," Luna grinned. She rocked forward on her knees, then toppled over; screaming, she threw her arms out, catching herself on the floor just before she could crash into it.
"Jeez, babe," Sam teased, "I don't know if you should have this, you're already pretty wasted."
"Fuck you, I'm not wasted!" The young woman protested, "See?" Luna opened her eyes as wide as she could and pointed to them, as if that proved anything.
The blonde shook her head, chuckling. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, drunk as a skunk." She handed the joint over anyway and Luna took a hit, smug from getting her way, before instinctively passing it on to her left to Lincoln. He stared down at it for a moment uneasily, not sure he wanted to get even more intoxicated. Luna noticed his discomfort and winced, shaking out of her stupor a bit as she realized what she was doing. She started to pull it back but Sam reached out and grabbed her wrist, holding it in place, before looking at Lincoln.
"What's the matter?" Sam arched a brow, "Don't tell me you're a square, daddy-o." She smiled, doing her best to imitate the stereotypical hoodlum character one might see in a bible-camp student play about the dangerous criminal underworld of marijuana.
"H-he doesn't have to smoke if he doesn't want to..." Luna defended him sheepishly. Lincoln gave a wry grin; having his big sister take up for him the way she was was both touching and emasculating.
"No way." Sam shook her head. "Lunes, I think your brother might be a cop." She gave him a suspicious look. "Toke up, Lincoln. Prove you're not a narc."
The young man chuckled, finally taking the joint from Luna's hand just so Sam would stop razzing him. What the hell. It was his last night there anyway. How much trouble could he really get into in one evening that was already winding down?
He took a quick, experimental drag; the smoke was harsh in his lungs and he could only hold it for a moment before choking. Sam and Luna both laughed with the kind of merriment that could only come from being a bad influence on an innocent boy and he flushed with embarrassment.
"You ever smoke weed, Linc?" Sam finally asked between titters, taking the joint back.
"Not really..." He admitted.
"I figured." She hummed, "I swear Lincoln, your real dad is a Norman Rockwell painting. What nineteen year old hasn't tried pot nowadays?" Sam smirked, and his blush got deeper. She loved it. He was just too easy to play with; their cute little boytoy. She shook her head. "Nah, I'm just messing with you. To be honest we don't blaze it that often either, but it's a special occasion, so what the hey?" The blonde took a long pull, held it, then passed it to Luna who, after doing the same, passed it to her brother again.
This cycle repeated several times. Eventually, around his fourth or fifth turn, Lincoln began to sink into a fog as the world took on a pleasant, gossamer sheen, like the soft-focus dream sequences in 1950's movies where a man fantasizes he's being tended to by nubile young harem girls. "You guys wanna play a game?" He thought he heard Sam ask; to his increasingly addled senses her voice seemed like it was coming from very far away.
Luna planted her elbow into her knee and rested her chin in her upturned palm. "What game?" She humored her.
Sam smirked. "Truth or dare."
"What are you, twelve?" Luna laughed.
The blonde pouted cutely. "I would have said spin the bottle but what if your moooom came home?" She mocked. "Truth or dare is a perfectly respectable game for three sexy twentysomethings to play."
Lincoln swallowed. His mouth was dry and cottony. He tried to get up to get a drink but his head started to spin and he fell back down again. The girls ignored him.
"'You're lame," Luna declared.
"Hush, you." Sam would tolerate no further aspersions on her choice of entertainment. "I go first," She announced, overruling her girlfriend. "And I pick dare."
Was that even how you played, Lincoln wondered, gripped as he was by the marijuana haze. He was a THC virgin and the impact the shared blunt was having on him could be euphemistically described as 'non-trivial'. The party hat he still had on from all the kahlua wasn't making regaining his bearings any easier either. Anyway, he really didn't know; he'd never taken part in a game of truth or dare before. He and his friends had never been the type to hit those kinds of parties as teenagers. Was Sam right, he wondered? Was his real dad a Norman Rockwell painting? He frowned self-consciously.
Luna considered for a moment, then said, "I dare you to stop being lame."
"You want me to be more like you?" Sam asked.
"Yes," Luna agreed, "The cool one."
"That's easy," Sam promptly crossed her eyes, stuck out her tongue and curled her hand against her chest. "'Look at me, I'm Luna, dur, dur, dur, I pretend I'm too mature to play truth or dare even though I do the maze on the back of the cereal box every morning~'"
"Hey!" Luna blushed. Lincoln couldn't help bursting out in laughter. "Screw both you jerks," She growled. "My turn! 'Look, I'm Sam, I dye my tips blue and pre-rip my jeans with scissors before going to concerts, aren't I sooooo scene?'" She held her hand up and swished it like she was flouncing.
"Okay, okay, I think we're getting on the wrong track here," Sam offered a truce. "Luna, I dare you to kiss me."
Luna scoffed, but couldn't help but smile. "As if you had dare me to do that."
She rocked forward on her knees again and Sam did likewise. Their smirking lips met for what was at first a relatively restrained, playful kiss, but, to Luna's surprise, it soon escalated into a long, drawn out snogging at Sam's wordless insistence, with her sucking on Luna's bottom lip and the brunette half-moaning as she felt her girlfriend's hands squeeze her thighs and begin creeping up her side. Lincoln looked away uncomfortably, feeling flush from the sudden show. The boy really wished they wouldn't do that in front of him. It made him feel weird.
And jealous.
Sam at last pulled back and grinned. Luna seemed dazed at the unexpected intensity of the kiss, absently gulping down a bit of saliva that wasn't her own. The blonde chuckled as she ran her fingers through her girlfriend's short hair, caressing her affectionately while Luna blushed. "Isn't she beautiful, Linc...?" He didn't answer, merely continuing to analyze the pattern on their carpet to try and calm himself down. "It's your turn, by the way." She asked, turning to him.
Lincoln missed a beat, then shifted. He didn't see Luna narrow her eyes suspiciously at Sam, nor did he see said troublemaking blonde's self-satisfied grin.
"...Truth." He finally replied. Neither one was especially appealing, but he knew he'd have to be crazy to put himself at Sam's mercy for a dare.
She, for her part, seemed to have already had her question picked out. "D'you think Luna's pretty?"
"Yes." He answered a bit too quickly, but caught himself just as fast, "I mean, I guess," He shifted again awkwardly. It didn't go unnoticed.
"You guess?" She asked, amused. "What, you think she's a dog?"
"No!" Lincoln denied it instantly, "I mean..." He sighed, "Yeah, she's hot. I just, you know, she's my sister..." The boy laughed nervously. "I never really looked at her that way."
He didn't realize until he had spoken the denial that it was a lie. He had looked at her that way, and not just over the past couple days either. There were times when he was younger, particularly when he was first afflicted by the dreadful curse of puberty, that he caught himself staring at the delicate curve of her jaw, her cute little nose, her soft-looking lips, and her soulful brown eyes and hating himself for the deviant stirring they caused in the pit of his stomach. But puberty was crazy for everybody. It didn't mean anything, he had assured himself at the time. Ten years later, he continued to choose to believe that.
Sam must have suspected something. "Oh, don't give me that. You grew up around a ton of pretty girls and you never had thoughts about them?" She quirked a brow suspiciously.
Lincoln recoiled at the deeply awkward personal question. He could feel Sam and Luna's scrutinizing gazes on him like two hot spotlights. Luna watched him with what seemed like a mixture of bashfulness and suppressed expectation and Sam with very evident delight. A flush spread across Lincoln's face and he shrugged one shoulder. "No," he said.
"It'd be natural if you did," Sam assured him gently, patting his lap. She gave him a comforting squeeze that made his back stiffen in apprehension, though he was far too messed up to come up with any sort of excuse to extricate himself from the situation regardless of how uncomfortable he was starting to feel. "Sister or not, when you're a kid and your hormones are going crazy, a nice body's a nice body."
Luna was blushing now too. She looked like she wanted to say something but was too afraid of bringing attention to herself to speak.
"No, I never looked at them like that," Lincoln insisted firmly, thankful his voice didn't crack under the weight of the lie. He crossed his arms defensively, praying she'd drop it before he admitted to anything that would make his sister realize, correctly, that her little brother was nothing but a dirty pervert.
"Oh come on..." The blonde paused for a moment before an idea ocurred to her. She turned to her girlfriend. "Luna, truth or dare. Pick truth."
Luna seemed startled. "Uhh...truth?"
Sam gave a cheshire grin. "When you were a kid, did you ever look at your sisters 'that way'?"
Luna was stunned. Her blush got even hotter, her voice going small and quiet. " Dude, c'mon..." She hesitated, but noticed that Sam appeared to be trying to communicate something to her with her eyes. The rocker realized what she was after and sighed with resignation, shutting her eyes. "...Yeah. When I was eleven I hid in Lori's closet and peeked in on her changing." She whirled about to face Lincoln. "It was just one time, okay? I was really confused back then about whether I liked boys or girls and Lori was the oldest and her boobs had just come in, and I just-"
Sam interrupted her, giving Lincoln a smile, "See? It's not a big deal at all." She turned to her girlfriend, "Lori's the leggy blonde, right? Huh. I guess you have a type, babe."
Lincoln himself was struck speechless by his sister's admission, his imagination, overstimulated from the weed, instantly conjuring the scene: a young Luna, her body wracked by all kinds of changes and experiencing confusing new emotions, crouching down and holding her breath so as not to be discovered. She'd peek at their eldest sibling through the slats on the closet door as the oblivious teen stripped off her clothes, perhaps humming a tune, totally unaware of the boiling cauldron of youthful excitement nearby whose eyes furiously traced the shape of her hips, the cleft of her ass, the swell of her growing breasts, getting hotter and hotter...
"Don't tell Lori, okay?" Luna mumbled, head hung low as she tried and failed to meet her brother's eyes. Her soft words jostled him from the heady fantasy he'd unconsciously indulged in and he blushed when he discovered how quickly it had taken hold of him.
"Y-yeah..." He agreed quietly. "I mean, I won't." He awkwardly clarified.
"Oh? And what if I tell her?" Sam suddenly cut in to tease, waggling her eyebrows.
"...Truth or dare." Luna growled between gritted teeth, affixing her girlfriend with a death glare.
"Truth." The blonde answered confidently.
"I dare you to flash my little brother." Luna instantly challenged, eager to get Sam to embarrass herself like she'd forced her to by making her admit to her sordid youthful hijinx.
"Huh, is that all?" Sam asked, seemingly unintimidated by the idea. She promptly turned to Lincoln and, without any preamble whatsoever, pulled up her shirt. The young man's eyes widened; everything had happened so quickly that he hadn't even had time to argue with Luna to pick another dare before Sam exposed herself, the words catching in his throat and causing him to sputter.
As he stared at his sister's girlfriend's tits, stunned, he distantly realized that, this entire time, she had not been wearing a bra.
The blonde kept it up for a good ten seconds, subtly pushing her breasts together with her arms to make them appear bigger. "What do you think, Linc?" Sam smirked. He was, for the second time since their game began, speechless. Ordinarily he might have had the idea to turn away in some half-assed attempt to preserve her modesty but he'd been taken by surprise and the thought didn't occur to him. Instead his eyes, big as saucers, remained pinned on Sam's chest, carving the image into his brain, he feared, permanently. They were bountiful for her frame and perky, apple-sized, with perfectly proportioned pink gumdrop nipples. He had to admit, she was beautifully endowed. "Here, have a closer look..." She purred, her smile getting dirtier as she began to lean closer.
"O-okay, that's enough! Stop!" Luna piped up, only then finding her voice; the rocker had been just as frazzled as Lincoln that her girlfriend had complied to her dare instantly and without argument, which had led to the wonderment that had allowed Sam to carry on for so long. She shot her a disbelieving look. "What the heck, dude! I told you to flash him, not rub 'em in his face..."
Sam chuckled, pulling her shirt back down. "Hey, it was your dare." The blonde cleared her throat, "Anyway, I told you so, Lincoln. About the finding your siblings sexy thing, I mean. Stuff like that is nothing to sweat it over. It's normal." She turned to face Luna, giving her an affectionate look which seemed to mollify the young woman slightly. "Seriously, living around a bunch of cute girls, all of them grabbing you, hugging you, kissing you all the time..." She let her words hang dangerously. "Heck, I'm sure I would have had some dirty thoughts about my sisters too. Especially if one of them was Luna."
Lincoln swallowed, clearly uncomfortable about what she was suggesting and still wrapping his head around everything that had just happened. Luna laughed nervously to dissipate the tension. "You're a weirdo," the brunette chided her, though without much conviction.
"You said you wanted a girl like her, right?" Sam asked, ignoring her and turning back to face him. "Truth or dare."
"D-don't I get a turn?" He asked, still flustered.
"Nope, cuz you weren't honest." She smirked. "Now stop stalling. Truth or dare."
Lincoln gave a long sigh. "Truth." He finally decided. Even though he was unhappy about the questions Sam kept asking him, the standard of dares they were on had decisively scared him off from trying his luck. After what had just happened he suspected the order of the day was less 'recite the alphabet while doing a handstand' and more 'streak naked through the building hallway'.
The blonde smiled. The way she did gave him the feeling he was dancing in the palm of her hand. It was an unpleasant sensation. "Be honest. If she wasn't your sister, you'd be into her, right?"
Absolutely.
That was the first word that came to mind, piercing through the half-formed lie he was coming up with that he'd been planning to use to explain why they should go to bed soon, and it almost slipped out of his mouth. It was true, though, and Lincoln didn't see too much harm in admitting it, he guessed, at least in comparison with Sam's earlier line of questioning. Man, was truth or dare always like this? The boy wanted to dab off the beads of sweat gathering on his forehead but didn't for fear of seeming suspicious. It felt like he was getting grilled by an interrogator trying to poke holes in his alibi.
"Yeah," he conceded, "If she wasn't my sister, I'd totally be into her."
Luna's blush deepened and she coughed. "Uh, thanks," she said. Lincoln smiled at her weakly; he still didn't feel like he'd found any kind of footing in the conversation, but at least confessing that his sister was his type, something he'd only really discovered that very evening, hadn't creeped her out.
"Riiiiight?" The blonde agreed, pleased at his candor. "She's really great. Pretty, sweet, funny…" Sam cupped her hand to her mouth and leaned over to him, as though she was going to whisper the next bit, but instead said it louder. "And great in the sack!"
The boy didn't really know what to say to that, so he just chuckled awkwardly. Luna, for her part, softly slapped her girlfriend's arm. "Shut up...!"
"What?" Sam played innocent. "It's true. You're a real catch." She turned to glance at Lincoln, her warm smile hiding the cold, calculating glint in her eye. "Isn't she, Linc?"
It could have been the alcohol or the weed, the remnant electricity in the air from the party or the two girls' earlier kiss and Sam flashing him, but regardless, the young man found himself slowly loosening up again, getting pulled into the blonde's rhythm. "She is," he admitted, with an honesty borne of stiflement and frustration, "She's great and I do want a girl like her." He almost added 'are you happy now?', but stopped himself. No reason to get pissy. They were only having some fun, it wasn't Sam's fault he was so hard up. Not fully, at least. The question ultimately wasn't out of line, or at least it wouldn't have been if Lincoln didn't keep feeling like she was trying to goad him into saying something he couldn't take back.
Luna looked away shyly and Sam's smile turned into a dangerous-looking smirk. She turned to face her girlfriend. "Luna, truth or dare."
"...Dare." Luna answered quietly. She knew everything Sam was doing was for her benefit but couldn't handle the idea of being forced to reveal anything else like the Lori fiasco.
"I..." Sam crept towards her, "Dare you..." She circled her finger in front of her face before gently booping her on the nose, then pointing to Lincoln with her chin "To give your brother a lapdance."
Luna didn't react, but even with as much booze as he had in his belly and in a fog from the weed, Lincoln himself still gave a start, though much diminished from what the scale of his outrage would have been if he wasn't so stoned. "What? Sam, what are you-"
"Relax, dude." The blonde winked at him. "Just be cool, okay?" She could see by his expression that that wasn't gonna cut it, so she sighed, "Tell you what: if you're a good sport about this, I'll let you in on a little secret you might be interested to know."
"'A good sport'?" He repeated in disbelief, "That's my sister!" Lincoln threw his hands up. "Can't you just...Can't you pick..." He blinked, bringing a hand to his temple as his head started spinning again from the agitation not meshing well with his high. The words he'd planned to say next vanished from his mind like they'd fallen through a trap door.
He barely got a hold of himself and again attempted to bicker with Sam, but though he was intellectually aware of how far over the line she was stepping, emotionally he was surprised to find he couldn't really seem to muster the fire he felt he should have to argue the point; it'd all been doused with kahlua and smothered by reefer smoke. His protests sounded surprisingly hollow and halfhearted even to his own ears, to the point where, upon Sam's insistence, he actually wondered if he really was overreacting like she kept assuring him he was. The blonde claimed, with the kind of easy confidence that made someone difficult to doubt, that they were just having fun, and that it wasn't like she was asking her to strip for him. Which, she added in a leading, perhaps threatening, tone, she would have been perfectly justified in doing after the earlier dare Luna had given her. It made sense, sort of. Lincoln then lamely asked why it had to be him and why Luna couldn't give her a lapdance instead; after all, wouldn't that be less weird? But at this Sam just scoffed, claiming that would hardly be a dare at all since 'that's just our regular saturday night.' The young man cringed at the unwelcome detail on his sister's sex life, briskly backing off from that point but floundering when he was unable to think of anything else compelling to replace it with.
Normally, Lincoln Loud was pretty eloquent. At the very least, he was a good fast-talker; he had a knack for knowing the right things to say to get people to look at things his way. But at the moment, every argument he was throwing up seemed weaker than the last and he was getting easily browbeaten by his sister's girlfriend. Actually, Sam had already successfully convinced him this was just a bawdy way to mess with Luna and he'd be a killjoy to keep freaking out, but though he made it seem that his obstinacy was about sparing her the indignity, in reality he had rather more selfish motivations: the very real, very stressful possibility that if anyone, even his own sister, started using him like a stripper pole, his body might...well, react. The truth of the matter was that his needle had been sitting on the red for the last two weeks thanks to Sam's teasing without a single way for him to relieve the pressure (say whatever else you like about him, but Lincoln Loud wasn't the kind of guy who would jack off in someone's bathroom while a guest in their home, no matter how horny he was.) As a result of this his libido was as overactive as a twelve year old's at the moment; even a stiff breeze was enough to get him going, nevermind something like this. The hideous possibility he might very well become physically aroused from Luna, through no fault of his own and in front of both she and her girlfriend, had him fighting Sam to the end.
Finally, the blonde reiterated that she hadn't argued when she got dared to flash him, and Lincoln, hesitating, argued back that she shouldn't expect Luna to be as brave as her. It wasn't much of a point and he knew it, but his buzz was so strong it was all he could come up with.
Little did he know, those words were what finally snapped his sister from her indecision. Through Lincoln and Sam's entire argument, from the moment Sam had first made the dare, the brunette hadn't said a word. She simply sat there, wringing her hands in a panic, fretting and struggling about what her girlfriend had just asked her to do; whether she should or shouldn't, whether she even could. Luna knew Sam had something in mind, knew she was doing all of this for a reason, for her, but the young woman still found it impossible to find the courage to actually act. To cross such long established boundaries between her and her little brother, boundaries that had been there since they were kids. However, when Lincoln thoughtlessly said those words, the girl couldn't help but be immediately run through with everything that had happened during his break with them: how many opportunities to get closer to him Sam had created that she'd wasted through her own fear, how desperately she'd wished that she could have just one more chance when she thought Tabby was going to take him away from her, how badly she wanted to just be brave for once. In the end Tabby had left by herself, but it was because of her brother's pity for her rather than any real virtue of her own. That really bothered her. She knew the stature she'd held in Lincoln's mind when they were younger, how he'd always thought of her as so confident and daring, someone who wasn't afraid of anything. And she was! Just...not with him, not anymore. The fact that before she'd even noticed he had apparently come to regard her as some sort of wilting daisy killed her. Now, once again, here was that chance she'd been asking the universe for. Her girlfriend went far, far out of her way just to keep throwing the ball to her side of the court. For once, Luna decided that she was going to pick it up this time. She was going to show Lincoln he was wrong.
She was going to take her shot.
Her jaw set. The young woman suddenly stood up, grabbed her brother by the arm and dragged him to a nearby chair, much to his surprise. Sam gave an excited shriek, then rushed over to the sound system. The semi-vintage high fidelity stereo was the only really expensive thing in the apartment besides their guitars and Luna's keyboard; if there was one thing the two would always splurge on, it was music. The blonde rifled through their CDs quickly, an ancient format in the present day but one which could still be found in some specialty shops and which the girls preferred, before finally finding the one she wanted. Sam loaded the disc into the tray and quickly selected a particular track. She turned back to face the two with expectation in her eyes as the first notes of an old eighties hair rock tune started playing. While sexy, it was still pretty corny and dated; perhaps Sam thought it might help drain some of the seriousness out of the affair and put Lincoln more at ease. Luna blushed despite herself; if she remembered right the video for this particular single involved a sexy schoolteacher stripping in one of her student's classroom fantasies.
Luna sat Lincoln down on the chair and stared at him as the sultry, suggestive lyrics about letting go and having fun began booming through their apartment. The young man shifted awkwardly in place beneath her eyes, saying nothing, still stunned at how she'd taken the choice out of his hands so decisively. Finally, she took a deep breath and then turned, taking a few steps forward as she gathered her courage. It would be easier if she couldn't see him, she knew. Luna bit her lip; despite what Sam had claimed, she'd never actually done this before. She tried to remember what it looked like in the movies, in the video...
Soon enough, the girl began to sway. It was gentle at first, the rocker gradually letting her misgivings get washed away by the rhythm. Her shoulders rolled as she let her hands fall down by her sides, before slowly lifting them to trace up her body, up her hips, navel, and breasts... She cupped them softly and gave a soft, almost inaudible 'ah!'; behind her Lincoln stiffened in the chair like someone had just shouted it into his ear, hyper focused as all his senses had become on what was happening despite his will. All he could see at the moment was her back, her long legs and that small, pert butt in those painted-on cutoffs, but his mind still conjured for him a very vivid picture of what was going on just out of his sight. Suddenly Luna bent down at the waist, making her ass stick out even more, and began banging her head to the beat. Lincoln's mouth went dry as she suddenly stood up, turning, with her eyes still shut, and spread her legs. She repeated the perilous dip from before, but instead of her ass this time he got a show of her lithe, tight body, the modest swell of her breasts as the collar of her shirt hung enough to expose a dark, dangerous little gap where he could almost see within. Her hands, at first resting on her knees, she slowly dragged up over her legs, straightening her back, and began shaking her hips. Her fingers tangled in the hem of her shirt and she pulled it up a bit, showing off her abdomen and the barest hint of the line of her pelvic bone peeking out of her low rise shorts. Lincoln bit the inside of his cheek as his heart began to speed up, reminding himself over and over that this was his sister, but it did nothing to quell the heat that was starting to build in him. His gaze was drawn magnetically to the delicate curves of the slim body whose charm she emphasized with every swing of her hips and twist of her shoulders. This went on for some time, and with every moment that passed Luna's movements slowly became more confident, more suggestive and sensual. Finally, her eyes snapped open. She caught him staring; he froze.
Neither said anything, any other sounds in the apartment drowned out by the song. While titillating, Luna knew that everything she'd done so far could not, strictly speaking, be called a lapdance. She hadn't even actually touched him yet. A tendril of trepidation began to rise within her as she understood what she had to do next, but quieted when Luna let the music, her oldest friend, the one mainstay of her life she'd known almost as long as she had Lincoln, take control. Her eyes narrowed and for a brief moment it felt like she stepped out of herself, watching her body approach her entranced little brother. She placed a hand on his shoulder softly and the young man's skin instantly flared with goosebumps. He stared up at his sister from his chair, his eyes meeting hers, the rumble of the bass thrumming through his body, spurring on his heartbeat. The brunette swung a long, limber leg over the side of one of his thighs, then the other, and then she was holding herself above him by his shoulders, her thumbs resting on his collarbone. She was shorter than he was, a reversal from when they were kids, and to not fall over him had to stand on the tips of her toes, very close, practically hugging his face to her stomach. The young man did nothing either to encourage or dissuade her, instead sitting perfectly still, as if worried that any movement would be interpreted the wrong way. At last she began to let herself drop, ever so slowly. She didn't notice how her shirt caught on his nose just a bit; Lincoln's head was swimming, his temples throbbed as he unconsciously took a deep drag of air. His sister had perspired a bit while dancing and his nostrils filled with the hot scent of her clean, soapy skin, his lungs swelling with fire. Then, as she bent her knees and her shirt rode up further, for just the briefest instant, Luna felt it: her little brother's chin pressed against her bare navel, almost dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts.
The fright that gave her was enough to instantly break the spell she was under and she jumped back as though burned. Lincoln, for his part, had felt it too, and was equally distressed. The two siblings stared at each other with panicked eyes, chests rising and falling with every tense inhale they dared to take as the song gradually came to an end. It was deathly silent, the only sound either of them could hear their heavy breathing. They thought about what to say but neither could think of anything and that only made them more upset.
That's when the stifling mood was broken by the sound of someone clapping. That's when Luna and Lincoln remembered they weren't the only two people in the room. Hell, for an instant they'd felt like they were the only two people in the world.
"Dang, Lunes, you've been holding out on me." Sam offered with more than a little envy. Her girlfriend's daring had surprised her, she had to admit. The blonde had expected her to demure or wuss out at the end, but she'd done a lot better than she expected. "Since when could you dance like that?"
As soon as Luna turned to face her, Lincoln stood up from the chair, scurrying back to his previous place on the floor behind his sister's back like a criminal fleeing from the scene of the crime.
"I...I didn't..." The brunette was still panicking a bit, standing there frozen like a girl that'd been caught doing something wrong, wondering what had come over her, but Sam simply swaggered over, giving her a hug and a kiss on the side of her jaw.
"I'm proud of you," She whispered softly into her ear, causing the blush to rise over her girlfriend's face again. Luna said nothing, ultimately slinking back to her place in the circle adjacent to Lincoln and sinking down to the floor. She pulled her knees up to her face so the only thing that could be seen was her big, soft eyes.
The blonde took her own seat. Nobody said anything for a long while, the atmosphere still quite heavy and awkward. Both siblings were too ashamed to even look at each other. "Oh come on, guys. Relax..." Sam tried to console them. She thought about what she could do to relieve the suffocating tension before suddenly giving another sharp clap that startled both Louds. "Right! I promised you a secret, didn't I Lincoln?" She smirked.
"...That's alright." The boy murmured quietly, shaking his head. He was still pretty shaken up and didn't feel at all emotionally ready to handle anybody's secrets at the moment.
"Oh, don't be that way," The blonde laughed, "This concerns you, cottontop."
Lincoln shut his eyes, wetting his dry lips with his tongue. "Alright, okay..." He sighed, knowing that when dealing with Sam it was always easier just to give in, "What's the secret."
"Weeell," She smiled even more widely, "You know how you said you want a girl like your sister?"
"Yes." The young man answered sullenly, between clenched teeth. He did not care to be reminded of his earlier admission so quickly after what had just happened.
Sam pursed her lips and leaned in close, drawing the words out before she blew them into his face like a sweet, poisonous kiss. Her breath smelled like alcohol and coffee sweets, and as it washed over him it made him dizzy, somehow. Excited. "She wants a guy like you too."
Lincoln blinked in surprise. He wasn't sure he heard right, and in his drunkenness he almost reacted by waving his arm, as if he could fan the statement away from him along with Sam's delicious breath. Luna wanted...a guy? But she already had Sam. He tried to respond but no words would form, his head still muddled from the pot, the feelings from the dance and trying to figure out what his sister's girlfriend meant. The more of the alcohol still in his belly he digested the more the young man's brain was starting to feel like a dinosaur that had fallen into a tarpit. He got the sense he was sinking deeper and deeper into a situation he didn't understand, making things harder for himself, but didn't feel like he could do anything about it even if he knew it was happening.
"You know, they say girls marry guys like their fathers," the blonde offered reasonably. "It makes sense if you think about it. You grow up around someone of the opposite sex, you see how they are, what they do, you love them...Down the line, it's not crazy that you'd start looking for their traits in other people, right?"
Lincoln rubbed the back of his neck. He might have argued had he been in his right mind, but thinking was becoming increasingly difficult and he had no idea where she was trying to go with this.
"So you want a girl like her and she wants a guy like you," Sam continued, as if everything she was saying was perfectly logical, "You were close, you sort of helped each other find what you want in the opposite sex. That's just how it goes, right?"
"I...guess," he admitted. The young man was dimly, distantly aware that he was guessing about a lot of things that night. Sam was walking him, he realized on some level, setting him up somehow. He should probably put a stop to it, right...?
His sister was still looking pointedly away, perhaps to hide her discomfort. The blonde cupped Luna's cheek in her hand and turned her face towards her. Luna's eyes darted to her girlfriend's and in them Lincoln saw pleading. Pleading for her to stop, or pleading for something else. Sam skimmed her thumb over the ridge of her cheek bone, leaned in, and claimed her lips. It was another long kiss, like the one they'd shared earlier, and just as deliberately sensuous. Lincoln stared at them, mesmerized, and ashamed of the growing hunger it stoked in him. He tried to look away but he couldn't...didn't want to. He clenched his fist so hard his knuckles turned pale and fingernails bit hard into his skin to keep from reaching out to touch them, like they were a flame he knew would burn him if he tried.
Sam broke the kiss and gazed into her girlfriend's eyes; they looked conflicted, but still beamed with deep love and trust for her. "You're beautiful," she reminded her again. She wasn't asking this time.
Luna giggled shyly despite herself, and the sound made Lincoln's heart clench.
Sam turned to Lincoln and fixed him with a devious smile. She gave him a long, appraising look before finally coming to a decision. Sam knew the boy was at that instant as pliable as he was ever likely to be.
It was time.
Sam let herself fall on to her hands and knees and stalked over to him like a cat, her eyes sparkling darkly. The young man's mind instinctively sounded with alarm bells, muffled though they were by a sea of kahlua. He almost jolted away, very wary of Sam by that point, but when he did his arm knocked against a corner of the coffee table behind him. The many glasses on top of it nearly tumbled to the ground and broke; it caused Lincoln to hesitate, and that brief moment was all it took for her to suddenly be right in front of him. "W-what are you doin-" He stammered, but the blonde shushed him with a fingertip. The digit felt maddeningly hot against his lips. Her expression seemed to signal...he wasn't sure, danger, a promise, and apprehension gripped him even through the haze he was in. He felt like a deer in the headlights, frozen while something strange and unknowable hurtled towards it from the darkness. This was different from her normal bawdy jokes, he somehow sensed. She wasn't playing this time.
Sam knelt in front of Lincoln and tenderly laid her hand on his leg, over the inside of his thigh and dangerously near the slowly hardening bulge in the front of his pants. The air left him in a rush and his mind went blank, robbing him of the ability to react or even think, eyes flicking down to her fingers as they scritched his jeans softly. He felt like he finally understood what that term meant, 'the heat of the moment'. There was so much adrenaline and expectation coursing through him it was making him feel like it was a hundred and twenty degrees in the room. "You're beautiful too, Lincoln." She whispered with a beatific smile, so unlike the teasing grin she normally wore. Sam was being honest, the young man realized; she meant it, and it actually made him feel bashful, like a little boy being complimented by a teen he was crushing on. To his surprise, she suddenly took his face in her hands, leaning in. Lincoln's heart started pounding even harder and every nerve ending he had tingled at once. He reeled as her face drew near, wondering if any of this was really happening or if it was all some fevered reefer dream. Her nose brushed his, her breath broke over his lips, and her eyes gazed deeply into his own. Lincoln lost himself in them, frantically searching for Sam's trademark mirth in those placid cerulean pools, some hint this was all just a big put-on, but finding only smoky, unrestrained desire. After what seemed like an eternity, their lips at last met. His back arched in surprise and a hitching breath broke from his lungs. He was stunned, thrilled and horrified all in equal measure, all while he and Sam remained beneath the focused, unblinking gaze of his sister.
Luna simply stared at the two while all of this was happening as if hypnotized. She would have expected the sight of Lincoln kissing another girl to mortify her, make her squirm and panic like she had when he had been hitting it off with Tabby, but to the rocker's surprise she didn't feel that way at all. Rather, watching the two most important people in her life making out together excited her immensely. Her heart raced and her knees went weak, her core clenching with anxious, eager spasms. Maybe it was because she trusted Sam and knew she'd never do anything to hurt her, would never try to take her brother away. She didn't know. But whatever the case was, rather than hating it Luna instead hoped they wouldn't stop; she felt like she could watch the two kiss and touch and caress each other forever. The only grievance in her heart as she relished in the spectacle was her deep, keening wish that she could have gotten to be a part of it too.
Sam molded their lips and swept her tongue into his mouth and he groaned helplessly at the taste: kahlua and his sister's lip gloss. His nails dug into his knees to stop himself from grabbing her and what was left of his mind baked inside the case of his skull. The blonde swirled her tongue gently around his, probing and exploring, giving him a kiss just as passionate as the one she'd given her girlfriend of eight years, leaving him utterly stunned, utterly breathless, yearning for more, before then, finally, drawing back. Her face was flushed red and there was a strange look in her eyes, one he hadn't seen before. It revealed satisfaction and a deep, primal anticipation.
"Luna's in love with you, Lincoln," Sam whispered gleefully. "She has been for a long time."
He tried and failed to process what Sam had just said before turning his wide, disbelieving eyes to his sister. Luna had scooted closer and sat on her knees to watch their kiss, captivated as she was by the sight, and as a result found herself quite near the two at that moment. Too near to disguise the shock she felt at her girlfriend suddenly selling her out and too near to hide the way the breath froze in her lungs or how her eyes moistened with deep, deep guilt and panic when her brother searched them for confirmation that what the blonde had just told him was true.
"What about you...?" Sam murmur-moaned, bending down to press soft kisses against his bare neck. He would have hissed, but he couldn't breathe. The boy shuddered, every part of him pulled tight, his mind, his soul. The young man's reason kicked futilely in the tar, begging him to think, to act, to do something, but every sense he had felt like it was burning and he was struck dumb and limbless by the immensity of what Sam had just revealed to him.
She let her kisses lead her until she was on her knees to his right, like a devil perched on his shoulder, whispering the wrong thing to do. Somehow the siblings had been led closer by the gentle, insistent pulling of the blonde on Luna's arm and now they faced each other across a gap of bare inches, so close that he could smell the booze on his sister's breath and feel the frightened, excited heat rolling off of her in waves. Sam cupped the back of his neck in one hand and the back of Luna's in the other, massaging them, rubbing her thumb in circles over their skin until the tension in their muscles instinctively relaxed and the two shuddered. She looked between them with a greedy, pleased smile. "Are you in love with her too, Lincoln?" She asked.
She was taking a chance. This was not how the script she'd prepared went. Her original plan had been to prey on his better nature, to get Lincoln to fuck Luna by convincing him he'd break her heart forever if he didn't. It seemed at least possible considering what she knew about his character and devotion to his family. But ever since Sam had witnessed how he'd let a smoking hot girl leave by herself when he could have gone with her just so he could spend his evening comforting his sister instead, she had a sneaking suspicion about what was really going on with him, and the scheming blonde was willing to risk everything, even the mood and momentum she'd worked so hard to build up in the event he said no, if it meant she got to find out for sure.
Under any other circumstances, ANY other circumstances, Lincoln never would have entertained the notion. He would have been rightfully horrified and indignant at being asked a question like that about Luna or any of his siblings, dismissed it out of hand and promptly stormed off. But Sam had been thorough in the means she'd taken to subtly open his mind to the possibility, taking things one step at a time. First she'd plied him with drinks, getting him hopelessly inebriated, enough to badly impair his usually sound judgement. Then she'd browbeaten him into smoking his first joint so he'd be just that little bit more confused and suggestible. After that the young woman deliberately seeded the idea in his head during their game of truth or dare earlier, and what's more, showed herself to be sympathetic, tried to convince him that they were all friends there, that it wasn't that wild; if he'd been sober he might have realized what she was doing, but in the state he was in it only undermined any remaining reservations he might have subconsciously still had. The biggest effect, however, had been achieved by getting the person he most trusted, Luna, to indulge herself, to dance for him knowing that, after two weeks of teasing, his body would cry out for her regardless of what his mind said. Yes, she couldn't have done this without Luna...
But even with how heavily she'd stacked the deck, Sam had still carefully chosen her moment. It was only after she'd kissed him, when she knew he was at the peak of his emotional upheaval, that she finally revealed the truth about the way his sister felt.
It worked. The boy was on tilt and despite every effort he made not to, he couldn't stop his mind from actually going there.
As Lincoln stared into his sister's frightened eyes, the sadness and resignation in them jarring him to his core, every memory he had made with Luna over the years irresistibly rushed over him in a warm, nostalgic tide- all the mischief they'd got up to together when they were younger, the knowing smirks shared over the dinner table after they'd just got barely gotten away with something, the lazy afternoons lounging in her bunk bed with her and listening to music, talking, laughing, basking in the warm familiarity of one another and the feeling of being totally understood, totally accepted. It hadn't seemed to matter that she was older than him or that they were both at an awkward age then, the connection they shared was stronger than that. He trusted her and she'd clearly treasured that trust. And even though he'd only started puberty right when she was wrapping it up, his sister had never once treated him as though he was a bother or like he was just her immature little brother, never been condescending or dismissive. She was always just...Luna. The girl who'd make sure to make time for him when he needed her or knock on his door if she noticed he was struggling with something; everyone else might be too preoccupied by their own personal dramas but not her. Luna was the one person in his life who, no matter what else she had going on at the time or what kind of pressure she was under, would always welcome him when he came calling with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.
For perhaps the first time ever, Lincoln was fully honest with himself about everything. He thought about how much he'd missed her when she'd first moved out, how bitter and lost he'd felt; the boy had cried sometimes, made excuses that it was about something else when he was discovered by his family. He thought about the incredible wellbeing he'd felt simply from getting to spend a quiet moment with her again that morning, reminded of what their relationship used to be like. He thought about how much he hated the idea of things between them going back to the way they were just two weeks ago. He thought and he thought and he thought, and as he did all the feelings he'd been harboring for his sister his entire life, everything he'd been repressing since she'd left, affection, attraction, brotherly and not, innocent and not, everything he ever felt for her slowly merged into one massive tidal wave that, with his inhibitions lowered into non-existence by all the intoxicants in his system, crushed him under the weight of its single, undeniable truth. Lincoln paled.
Yes.
He was in love with her.
Only once he accepted it did several things slowly dawn on him, falling into place in his mind. That was why something kept telling him he shouldn't go with Tabby. That was why, for years, he'd had so much trouble approaching other girls. Some part of him knew what he was really yearning for and it was jamming him up. He'd told himself it was all down to his own lack of confidence but it wasn't, not fully. Tabby proved that. She was so similar to Luna that he'd been able to trick himself for a while, but even with her he hadn't been able to take it all the way. He knew why. Staring into his sister's eyes now, he realized that he loved her with a child-like purity that he would never, ever feel for any other woman. No other woman, after all, could be Luna Loud. Ronnie Anne couldn't, none of the girls he could meet on campus could, not even Tabby could. There was only one Luna and he didn't want a girl like her. He wanted her.
The realization was sudden and disturbing, panic welling in the pit of his stomach. He wondered if, deep down, that was why he'd made sure to stay away even though they lived in the same city and he was usually all about his family. Had he been subconsciously trying to protect her from his own grotesque desires? No, Lincoln knew that was probably giving him too much credit. More likely it was the thought of being around her again without being able to be with her, having to watch her lead the happy life with Sam she had he knew he wasn't a part of and never would be, that had caused him to shy away. Maybe he'd been selfishly making excuses not to visit and staying at arm's length all this time just to try and spare himself some pain. He wasn't sure. He wasn't sure about anything anymore.
"Yeah," Lincoln heard himself croak hopelessly, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as he was overcome by the unreal intensity of what was happening, the searing, hallucinogen-facilitated personal revelation Sam had patiently guided him to that threatened to shatter apart everything he thought he understood about who he was and his relationship with his sister, "I do."
Luna's face blazed crimson and her throat bobbed as she attempted to swallow around a lump of emotion. Lincoln's admission had left her dizzy, lightheaded, trembling with happiness and disbelief. Sam subtly guided their faces closer, closer...She was consciously, purposefully hurrying him along while he was still off-balance, before he had the time to process what was happening. She knew she had to keep him out of his own head and in the moment. The Louds, in her experience with Luna, had a habit of hesitating and second-guessing themselves and it was up to her to keep that from happening this time. The blonde was going to make damn sure Lincoln didn't have the time or the peace to start hating himself for his feelings like his sister had; she was going to make sure he stayed right there in the here and now, with them. The young man's heart pounded painfully into his ribcage as they drew closer, too overwhelmed by everything he'd discovered to even think to resist. Luna, for her part, tried to pull away at the last minute in a final spasm of fear and instinctive self-denial, but Sam held firm and pushed them to within inches of each other's lips.
That, however, was as far as the two would let her drag them, the last stubborn embers of the previously innocent love they'd shared their whole lives keeping them there, that one last whisper apart.
"You want each other," Sam insisted with a hiss, almost angrily, "Don't you?"
Luna worried her bottom lip with her teeth and flicked her eyes away, all but confessing she did. For his part, Lincoln caressed her with his gaze, the confusion, guilt, fear and desire all pooling together into an unpleasant stew in his belly, giving him a nauseating headrush. The urge to take her face in his hands and force her to look at him, to talk to him, work all of it out like they always did, gripped him like an iron vice, but he stopped himself.
Both were thinking the same thing. Could they really do this? Should they really do this? What they had was special and beautiful and meant the world to them. Changing it into something else, something it was never meant to be, might well destroy it. Was what they could be worth risking what they were?
"Don't you?" Sam urged.
Luna looked at her brother. "Yesss," she at last choked out haltingly, ashamed and on the verge of tears. She'd always been the more honest of the two, Lincoln acknowledged then. The braver one. How foolish could he have been to think otherwise? She'd confronted the way she felt so much earlier than he had and she hadn't had to get messed up first or lead by the nose to do it either. She was still the same old daring Luna...
"Lincoln?" Sam turned towards him.
The young man nodded hopelessly. "...Yeah."
The blonde smiled, victorious. "Then have each other," she said.
Sam pushed them again and this time, finally, the two nervously, but with yearning simmering in their hearts, allowed themselves to be guided that last bit of the way. Lincoln instinctively tilted his head and Luna hers as they drifted closer and closer, both as frightened as they'd ever been in their lives. They stared into each other's eyes, their breaths mingling as one, and almost shuddered when they felt the warmth of it washing over their faces. The anticipation, the sheer intoxicating headiness of everything that was happening was unreal. At last, their lips, trembling, touched, and the two almost recoiled at the near-electric spark they felt when they did. Lincoln's senses sizzled at the sensation of his sister's soft kiss and Luna whimpered in delight. Everything going on felt like a crazy, wonderful dream to her; she was afraid to wake up, hoped she never did...They hesitated a moment after that quick brush, bodies quivering under the intense rush of longing and dread, dancing on the edge of the wire, before his sister at last steeled herself and rushed forward to press her mouth needily to his. Lincoln welcomed her readily, and before either of them realized they were doing it, their lips parted and the siblings' tongues met, dancing a slow, sensuous melody together, naturally, like they knew all along what to do. Like every other kiss the two had had in their lives, whether they knew it or not, had just been practice for this one. It was at once both languid and desperate, enthusiastic yet tentative, as if each was worried if they pushed too hard the sweet fantasy would shatter and their partner would fade away like a fantasy that had never truly been there. Both were having trouble accepting that what was happening was real. Shivers raced through Luna's body and Lincoln's heart throbbed in what felt like the center of his head.
They continued kissing, lightly at first, coy, like nervous children afraid they were doing something naughty, but soon more eagerly as their long repressed passions began to consume them now that they had at last been offered an outlet. Lincoln circled his hands on the small of her back while Luna cupped his face hard, her purple fingernails nearly digging into his skin in her desperation to deepen their connection; they'd carve grooves into it if he dared try to pull away from her then. He didn't.
Sam simply watched from the sidelines, her breathing becoming increasingly heavy as her eyes thrummed at the mouthwateringly erotic scene she was lucky enough to enjoy from up close. The two truly didn't seem to care anymore that they were brother and sister. They refused to let it stop them. She had made this happen, the blonde realized with a swell of mania, and it suddenly made her feel incredibly powerful. She was the one that had convinced the two to throw everything away and just go for it, society be damned, their old relationship be damned, everything be damned. After all, they were damned too. Sam finally acknowledged, as she watched Luna tug on her little brother's bottom lip with her teeth, that she wanted to be damned with them.
The brunette at last pulled away and the two panted for air. Their faces were matching shades of scarlet and their eyes were clouded with lust. Lincoln's dick strained painfully against the inseam of his jeans and the world reeled back and forth like a ship on stormy seas.
"There," Sam murmured smokily, "How was that...?"
A moment passed as they both took deep breaths before a big, happy smile suddenly skipped across Luna's lips. She rested her forehead against Lincoln's and looked down at her lap. "I just kissed my brother," she laughed in disbelief. She didn't sound mortified, only quiet and small, like a girl who couldn't accept that she had finally obtained what she had long desired. Cathartic, ecstatic tears gathered ceaselessly in the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill down her face at any moment. Lincoln fought the maddening urge he felt to kiss them away.
"Did you like it?" Sam asked with more than a bit of satisfaction.
Luna didn't immediately reply, but her girlfriend wouldn't let up.
"Did you?" The blonde pressed. She wanted to hear her say it.
Luna looked up at Lincoln but couldn't meet his eyes. The boy was rendered utterly dumbstruck by the sight of her then; she was like a bashful, demure nymph out of some fairy tale. It made his heart ache. He was falling in love with her all over again, he realized with a start, hard and fast and merciless; the stark, undeniable intensity of his feelings stunned him. He knew then that this wasn't just some drunken delusion of his, wasn't something he had let himself get talked into or carried away by the mood into wanting. This was real. This was all him.
"I did." She admitted shyly.
Sam leaned in and whispered into Luna's ear. "Do it again."
The young woman seemed to consider it for a moment, albeit a very brief one, before smiling and kissing him once more, with greater urgency this time. Her lips pressed against his almost hard enough to bruise, and Lincoln could only let her have her way. The intensity of her desire, transmitted through that kiss, overwhelmed him. His back ached painfully with the effort he made not to pounce on the frantic, gorgeous being in front of him right then and there, the one he'd always only known as his sister, yet had no choice now but to acknowledge was a woman, and a beautiful one.
Ever so subtly, as they made out Sam took Luna's hand and guided it to his crotch, then gently forced it closed around the sizable bulge that was throbbing in his pants in his instinctive response to her fevered kiss. Lincoln gave a sharp gasp into his sister's mouth, his body so sensitive and alive in that moment the simple feeling of her fingers over his manhood overwhelmed him, and Sam purred in the back of her throat. She led Lincoln's hand to his sister's breast and pressed it over her heart; it pounded madly against his palm. The young man could feel how it resonated almost musically with his own heartbeat, thumping in his ears, making the blood flowing through his veins burn hot and eager in response. "It's okay to touch your sister like this," Sam whispered. "She likes it."
Rocking forward on her knees, Luna was soon kneading and massaging Lincoln's erection through the fabric of his jeans, this time without the need of her girlfriend's prompting, guided simply by her own desires. Waves of pleasure crashed over him and he jerked under her touch beneath Sam's appreciative gaze. Lincoln squeezed Luna's chest unconsciously and she moaned, the sound so sultry and sensual it made his jaw clench with the effort he made not to tear her clothes off.
Sam leaned in and nipped Luna's neck. The leaden pressure was back in the blonde's loins and she was starting to get drunk on the sights and smells enshrouding her: Luna's primal scent, Lincoln's flushed face and unfocused eyes, and her own body's desperate cries to be played with. Each of the siblings was like a perfect, delicious treat just waiting to be devoured. She was hopelessly wet and her stiff nipples scraped painfully against the fabric of her shirt, begging to be touched, tweaked, and sucked. The girl couldn't take it anymore.
"Why don't we go to bed?" Sam at last purred into her girlfriend's ear.