She looked at the person below her on the bed, expecting him to be asleep. He laid there prone, his back pressing against the mattress. Just like his sister, Lincoln panted as he slowly recovered from their very first session. The room smelled strange, a mixture of their juices filling the closed space with some weird odor. Both of the siblings didn't notice though, too tired and full of bliss to even care about their surroundings.
"Wow…" Lincoln started.
"Woah…" Lynn followed, in shock and amazement on how good it really felt to make love.
The house was extremely quiet by now, the only thing heard was their soft breathing. Funny how minutes ago, there were cars casually passing by on the streets, while they were passionately screaming in the sheets. Lincoln's hips slamming against his sister's as she doesn't make the effort to keep quiet. After all… they were Louds for a reason.
Minds were cleared, bodies connected, and siblings bonded. Peace in both mind, body and spirit was rarely experienced by the two Louds due to their chaotic and hectic household. This was actually the first time they've felt it. And how they wished they were only children, knowing solidarity felt that great. Lynn, after going through some extreme exercises in the past, knew her body was gonna be extremely sore later on. But a little pain was worth the mind blowing pleasure she got earlier, right?
"So, how was your first?" Lincoln asked teasingly, smiling naughtily while expecting a good answer. Looking towards Lynn as she stared at him long before he noticed.
Lynn looked away and blushed. Her brain still blank from ecstasy, blocking every logical thought and voice of reason from her mind. "Epic." Was all she could say, looking at the wall in awkwardness. The tomboy never knew she could be this bashful, it was almost disgusting.
"Knew you'd say that." Lincoln smirked. "Losing feels just as good as winning, right Lynn?~" He teasingly said in a daze of intoxicating ecstasy, leaning against her warm and sweaty body once more. Enjoying the sensation of her warm skin against his.
"Oh shut up, will ya?" Lynn retorted in a joking manner, smiling slightly with a chuckle escaping out of her mouth. She wasn't gonna lie though, being on the bottom felt reaaaally gooood. Making him take control, he could do whatever he wants to her- Ah! It was all too much. Her crotch clenched unconsciously around Lincoln once more in arousal, but Lynn was too exhausted to even move a limb. Lynn giggled when she saw a reaction from her brother once she squeezed her body's natural sleeve. But just like her, didn't make any effort to move.
For a while, they both stayed silent. None of them saying anything, just enjoying each other's comforting vibes and body warmth. But sooner, Lynn rolled besides him on the bed, two of them groaning at the sensation of the warmth taken away from them.
"Damn, you pumped a lot inside me bro." She said, feeling it swoosh against her insides. "I feel pregnant." Lynn joked, putting a hand against her warm and sore groin to stop it from flowing out. Lincoln turned red and simply laughed in reaction.
They didn't how better this moment would get. The siblings could only stare at the wall across the bed as they glanced at their heaving chests, bodies aching too much to move a single muscle. Damn. That was a whole new workout for both of them.
Lincoln's eyes closed, feeling fatigue hit him like a tidal wave. He slowly started to drift to sleep, while Lynn was already snoring loudly. Her cute face showing no expression as her limbs were limp.
Sadly, that peace the siblings both yearned and earned didn't last too long.
What happened to today had been something, but making love to your sister is beyond any school, household or church rule there. It wasn't just against the law, but also religion. And while the Louds weren't religious, they still counted themselves Christians. And what would their parents think? Would they disown them? Would they look down on them? Disgrace them for not knowing any better? Lincoln didn't wanna think about it. He gulped, hesitant on sticking himself in. Guilt started to form a pool in his stomach.
How come Lynn wasn't affected?
"Lynn?" He couldn't stop himself from saying, immediately regretting it when he saw her get startled from her short nap and looked at him with irritation and curiosity.
She was right. I really can't control my urges.
Lynn was drowsy and slightly annoyed at how she was woken. She turned around and saw his conflicted look, and she became worried. "What's wrong?"
"…This." He muttered loud enough for her to hear. It's weird that Lynn's been through worse but somehow she's still the one keeping a hold of herself better than he does. Then again, that's only because she's good at pretending. So her ego deflated, knowing she wasn't as tough as she really was. Rather hiding from her problems than fight it headfirst unlike the bullies she had at school.
Lynn processed what he said to her and looked down and saw her inner thighs dripping mixed essences and she quickly recalled those earlier events. But her impatience and irritation was replaced with her big sister instincts. The insane pain of pleasure dying down and being converted to worry and dread.
"Look…" Lynn started, though finding it kind of awkward that she was literally bending over him while talking. So she turned around and sat down on the bed with legs crossed. Her body urging her to cover her parts, but she refused. After all, they've seen each other when they were kids. Nothing weird heh. "Just tell me what you're thinking. It's not like I'll bite ya, unless you want it." Lynn said with a joking tone, concern dripped from her voice.
Lincoln moved his head, now face to face with Lynn. But he wasn't looking at her, finding the dull wall more interesting than her cute face. " Was that right? What we did?" He asked her, finally looking up to her face with eyes full of skepticism and shame.
Oh Lincoln, always the reasonable one. She wasn't an emotional person, but damn did that break her heart. Lynn knew exactly what he meant, and while she wanted to avoid this topic as much as possible, there was no way she could do it now. While she wasn't one to beat around the bush, her emotions were a tabled bit exceptional. And with his look, his damn look, she just couldn't say no to him. She has to prove that she's a good older sibling.
But do older siblings really push their younger brothers to do things like these?
Of course not, and she clearly knew that. In an ordinary day, she would've kicked his ass since they were in the locker. But nobody, not even Lucy knew she hid a dark secret. There was an underlying reason behind all this. Lynn gulped. Right now, it was finally time to come clean. After all, open communication is the key to connection.
"It may seem wrong to everyone else, bro-" She paused when he saw Lincoln flinch from shame. "but…" This time it was her turn to shy away, her cheeks lighting up. "Those three words I said before we started all this meant more than you think." Lynn coughed dryly saying that, cringing at the words that came out of her mouth. Lincoln went wide eyed at the revelation, and Lynn wished she never actually spoke a word.
From the strangely bold move to agree to their little 'affair' to the odd behavior and weird tension, Lincoln finally realized that Lynn didn't just love him, she fell for him. With all those clear hints Lincoln paid mind to, a part of him denied it. Telling him he was just running wild. Yet, everyone around him keeps telling him to pursue the woman of his dreams, the Apple of his eye. Heck, he always thought he'd getting married to Ronnie Anne someday. But knowing each other, they were too young for that. Bleh. Ever since she moved out though, bubbling feelings surfaced, and Lincoln wondered if they were just hormones. But Looking at his dear sister right now, the one who made his heart skip, the one who kept getting into weird situations with him, and the one who lay beside him with an anxious look the real Lynn would probably never wear, he knew.
"Stinkoln?" She snapped her fingers in front of him, anxiety pooling in her heart. Lynn was afraid. Did he even like her that way? Or was she just a fool to ride the opportunity when it showed back then when they were stuck? The way she pounced her earlier… was it love or was it just lust?
Lincoln was dumbfounded, and his sister calling out to him made him feel both awkward and flattered. He needed time to think this through, and there was only one way. "I think we should clean up before they get back home." He said, looking at the stained sheets.
Lynn nodded in agreement, not letting her get frustrated at him or herself. She didn't know what to say, the awkward silence filling in for them. It was ridiculous at this point how they could get so moody, it was almost… animated in a way. But as always, the jock blames puberty. It was the epicenter of all her torture in life, anyways.
And from there, Lincoln tried to stand up with shaky legs. Grabbing on to bouts of furniture around the room to hold him up, not before getting noticed by Lynn.
"Where ya going?" She asked him.
"I'm going to shower," Lincoln replied, looking back at her. "Alone." With that, he left. Leaving Lynn all alone by herself, only her guilt and thoughts accompanying her.
A/N: Well, that didn't end to well. *cough* But hey, love heals all right? Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and please, tell me whatcha think!