Cat's Corner: Hey everyone. A friend of mine, another author by the name of "A Plant that loves Wine" has a story she's written called "Split Personalities". In it, Lynn suffers a traumatic head injury while saving Lincoln's life from a couple of thugs. This causes repressed parts of Lynn's psyche to surface as separate personalities within her, and the trouble they end up causing for her, and the rest of those who love her…especially her brother Lincoln.
By chapter's 12 and 13, one of those Personalities, the unrestrained love she has for her brother Lincoln, corners him in his room, and puts him in something of a bind. The result is the two performing the most forbidden act two siblings can with one another. Plant didn't write everything that went down, doing a fade to black and then elaborating on the consequences later.
As a fan of the story, and a fellow writer, I asked her permission if I could write he scene that took place. What happened in Lincoln's room that night. She gave me her blessing and the result is what you see below you, some hot and heavy yet sweet and romantic lemons taking place between Lincoln and Lynn.
You can get to Plant's story easily by checking out my favorite author's list! Take a look for yourself, and enjoy what you read here!
Lincoln stood with his back pressed against the brown door of his room, his hands splayed against the wood fiber, trying to make himself as flat as he could. He pressed his body back as if somehow if he was flat enough, firm enough against the door, he could permeate his body through the wood and escape the situation he found himself currently in.
Before him was his 17 year old sister Lynn, the sister he was arguably the closest too, in age if not also temperament and bonding.
Except, it really wasn't Lynn, or rather it was Lynn, but a broken part of her. A fractured part, one of at least four that had come about thanks to the injury she had sustained saving both of their lives in that alley weeks ago. When the two of them had been cornered by thugs, and Lynn had taken a brutal hit to the head with a baseball bat. That attack had not only fractured her skull, but fractured her psyche as well.
These different facets, these different personalities, were all aspects of Lynn, parts of herself that were related to hidden elements, repressed parts of her mind. They were all 'Lynn', but they were parts of her, desires of her, that were out of control, unbidden, and had their own motivations separate from what the conscious Lynn was aware of. They were the parts of herself her ego suppressed, kept hidden, locked up, and denied.
These parts of herself would be denied no longer.
They ranged from a motherly, maternal aspect a hidden part of Lynn that expressed frustration over not being allowed to indulge her feminine side. An aggressive and combative one that felt the best way to deal with the annoyances and challenges in life was to hit them. A depressive and self harming aspect, that held all of her self-doubt, worry, and feelings of worthlessness as an individual.
And finally, the one that was before him…
The one that was in love with him.
The part of Lynn, that was some untapped, unrealized, unacknowledged desperate need for her younger brother's approval and unending affection. The need of his love, the need for him to never exit her life. The need to know he would always be there for her.
Lynn had been in love with her brother for a very long time. But she had buried that part of herself so deep, had denied it for so long, it manifested in this separate psyche that was Lynn, but one much more honest with her feelings and what she wanted.
Which was the problem, these facets were not bound by Lynn's conscious mind, or her worries of judgement or what society or others would think. They were the parts of her she buried for so long they had manifested themselves far stronger, like the tension of a rubber band that had been stretched so far, being released all at once.
Even as Lincoln stared at the manifestation of his sister's love for him, it was still so difficult to believe.
Earlier, when their genius sister Lisa had been brought into the fold involving Lynn's problems, she had probed Lynn with questions related to these parts of her. Lisa had put the cards on the table. After gathering information about the conscious and normal 'Lynn', questions that had revealed Lynn had thought of harming herself in the past, questions which showed why the aspects such as her 'depressive' personality existed, she asked Lynn the ultimate question. Asked her straight out, 'Are you in love with Lincoln?'. Lynn had admitted, very uncomfortably, with obvious loathing and shame, that it was true.
But it had been done so clinically, in such an embarrassed fashion, Lincoln could hardly believe it. Even with Lynn saying the words herself, it didn't fully register with the young man. His sister in love with him? There was just no way. Yes, the two of them were close, and yes maybe Lynn was his favorite sister to hang out with, but she didn't… Love him, did she? That moment he thought Lynn had simply been confused. He didn't want to face the real direct knowledge of it, or entertain that it could really be the case.
But there was no mistaking this, obsessive aspect, of her, this Obsessive Lynn that couldn't rest, couldn't feel at peace without some kind of acknowledgment, some kind of affection from her brother. This personality of Lynn wanted nothing more than to be close to him, and while hugs had seemed to quiet it in the past, it's influence, power, and need for Lincoln had grown. Culminating in the situation taking place right now.
Lynn was in his room, just after midnight, when the rest of the house was asleep.
She had been breaking into his room for the last few nights, or at least this obsessive aspect of her had been doing so.
Stealing little items here and there, things to remind her of her beloved brother, things to carry her throughout the day. But Lincoln had caught her, and the obsessive personality had seized on the opportunity in an almost crazed fashion. No, it had been crazed, it had gone completely overboard and threatened to harm herself to get something she wanted.
The result was the currently bleeding pinky finger Lynn had that proved her point.
In the room that had once belonged to Lori and Leni, and now belonged to 15 year old Lincoln, moonlight streamed in and illuminated his sister before him.
Lynn, stood in nothing but a long white nightshirt with red sleeves, the number one emblazoned across it hanging loosely off her form. The outline of her small soft breasts under the shirt were more apparent to Lincoln than they'd ever been. The shirt ended just below her hips, leaving her creamy, freckled, toned thighs visible before him. Her long auburn hair flowed down her shoulders, Lynn looked so much more feminine with her hair down, so very very pretty like that... and her big brown eyes, held nothing but adoration as they stared back at his blue.
The pinky finger of her left hand was bleeding. She had bit it, hard, to show Lincoln she wasn't playing, that she would hurt herself if he didn't comply with what she wanted, what she had demanded of him. And Lincoln? Lincoln could only stare back at her, his orange pajamas hanging on his form, a thin sheet of nervous sweat beginning to permeate his body, making his shirt stick to his skin as Lynn slowly stepped closer and closer.
She was smiling…
It was a beautiful smile, outside of the circumstances, a genuine, happy one. One that knew she was going to get what she wanted. Her eyes met his, and Lincoln tried to plead with her, negotiate with her, mediate with her one last time…
"Please…we don't have to do this. I don't want to hurt her. I don't want to hurt you. Don't you understand how upset she'll be when she finds out about this?"
But Lynn only continued to smile as she stepped close. One foot, then another. Then another. She was getting so very close to him.
Her eyes went half lidded as she looked towards her younger brother, speaking in a soft tone, one Lincoln wasn't used to, one that held so much desire, so much want and need, so much love within it.
"You don't understand Lincy. Or, I think you do, you're really smart, clever as Lisa says. You know. I AM Lynn, I'm a part of her she wants to deny. She said it earlier and you didn't want to believe it, but it's true. She loves you, and I love you. I love you so much Lincy. I've always loved you. Don't you realize that?"
Lincoln's hands closed into fists, he squeezed his eyes shut tight, he couldn't bring himself to look at his sister, even as her words continued to sink into him, he couldn't face her. He knew, on a logical, rational level what she said was true. Each of the personalities was an aspect of Lynn, a part of herself she kept repressed. That she hadn't been able to exercise in a functional, safe, and fulfilling manner. But this one was the most difficult to deal with… Because what it said… what she said…
If it was true, it would force Lincoln to come to grips with emotions, feelings, and moments of his life he had never questioned before. He would be forced to look back at parts of himself, parts of his interactions with his dear sister in a new light.
And he just, he just couldn't handle that. Not right now. Not when everything was still so confusing. He didn't want to be forced to face his own feelings.
He continued to try and keep pleading.
"You're just confused. I know we're close, I know it Lynn. All of our siblings are close in their own ways, and that's no different between you and I. But that doesn't mean…"
He was cut off as he felt a hand touching his chest. A hand that was soft, softer now than he had ever realized. As strong and capable as Lynn was, there was no mistaking the feminine touch which slid up over his chest in such an affectionate and loving manner.
"You know that's a lie Lincoln. You've always been her favorite, my favorite. You've always been the one I can rely on most. You've always been the only one I've felt I can be the most honest with…"
Lincoln kept his eyes closed, he kept his hands closed, he turned his head away and grit his teeth.
This obsessive Lynn was undeterred.
She continued to gently caress and stroke his chest with her right hand, over his shoulder, giving soft, sweet, caresses….
"Lincoln…Look at me. Please look at me Lincoln."
Lincoln's body hitched, he knew what he had said he would do, but he wanted an out, he wanted to desperately believe there was an out, that they wouldn't cross any line.
"I can't Lynn, I'm sorry, I can't look at you. I can't do this…"
Lynn's voice took on a darker tone, a more matter of fact one, one that said she was not playing, she would carry out exactly what she intended.
"Lincoln, look at me. Open your eyes, now."
Lincoln's entire body shivered, he swallowed softly, then slowly turned his gaze towards his sister, his eyes opening.
She was beautiful.
She was her, but not her. It was Lynn, but it wasn't Lynn. This part of her, this separate personality embodied all of Lynn's never give up attitude, never say die, do anything to win aspects, but all directed towards expressing a love she had for him.
Her eyes stared back into his own and she spoke softly.
"You promised me a Kiss…"
Lincoln sighed, closed his eyes again for a moment, grit his teeth.
"It's not fair, you're playing dirty, this isn't how Lynn would want it to go…"
The not Lynn smirked back at him, even as her hand slipped up from his chest to his cheek, caressing it softly.
"Are you sure Stinkin? Why wouldn't I completely dominate you, and beat you in a game to get what I want? You're the goal, you're the end game, you're the trophy, and I'll do what I need to in order to have you."
Lincoln hated how much that made sense. He hated how it sounded like Lynn and how he could even imagine it. This part of her, this aspect, was running without her conscience to guide it, that was for certain. But if Lynn really wanted something, or someone, wouldn't she put in her all to get it?
He took a deep breath.
His heart was racing a mile a minute, he looked back to Lynn, "One kiss, okay? Just one, then we're done alright?"
Lynn looked back into his eyes.
They were so beautiful, even given the circumstances. Those big brown almost puppy dog like eyes that looked at him with such joy, such eagerness and love.
Wasn't that always the way Lynn was though? At least before the accident, before these personalities emerged? Lynn-Sanity, she was a paragon of optimism and positivity. She was always looking for the next challenge… and in this moment, he could see it again. He could see that eagerness, that joy and giddiness in her again.
"You really think you can handle just one kiss from me Lincy? Really? Don't think I haven't seen the way you've looked at me. That Lynn hasn't noticed over the years."
Lincoln's cheeks flushed heavily as he was caught off guard, his blue eyes went wide as he responded in an almost panicked whisper, "W-w-what does that mean?!"
And before he could respond, before anything else could be said, the Obsessive Lynn closed the full distance between them. She pressed her athletic, toned, yet soft and feminine form directly against his own, and pressed her full soft lips to his.
Lincoln was kissed, off guard, and it was one of the most pleasurable, warm, passionate, and loving kisses he had ever received in his life.
His eyes were wide yet within moments they fluttered closed as his body reacted instinctively, his arms sliding up and around the waist of the girl he was locking lips with.
Lynn's body just felt so right in his arms, her entire form seemed as if it was tailor made to be held by him, to be cuddled and kept by his side. His reservations were quieted in the moment of this kiss, his fears and worries put to the wayside as he locked lips with the person who was closest to him in life.
The person who had been there since the day of his birth, who had looked out for him and played with him, taught him, protected him. The person he had taken care of and devoted so much of his time to. Who he never said no to. His true closest companion. Before he knew it, he was kissing her back, pressing his lips against hers in a gentle but firm manner.
Their lips pressed firmly together for several more moments, before Lynn's tongue pressed against Lincoln's lips, and in this mad desperate moment he made a deal with himself. He told himself it was only to make the obsessive personality happy. He told himself it was to quiet her, and get his sister back. He told himself that was all of it and the only reason for it…
But that was a lie…
Because the truth was in that moment, Lincoln wanted, needed to taste her tongue, to kiss her deeply and truly in the same passionate ways that she desired, that she was trying to push onto him. Lincoln's lips parted, his warm wet tongue slipped forward, and soon he was sucking face with his older sister.
Soon, the two were making out.
Lynn's hands slid up and around Lincoln's shoulders, hugging him close, as the auburn brunette tilted her head ever so slightly to better take in her brother's tongue. Lincoln matched suit as their tongues entwined, running over one another, expressing a complete and forbidden desire, a passionate need that resided in both in this moment. Lincoln's hands slid up and over Lynn's back in such a comforting gesture, a loving and sweet caress, and the white haired boy was rewarded by the sound of his sister cooing between his lips.
It was the most adorable and enticing sound he'd ever heard in his life.
They made out like that for several long moments, arms around each other, hands caressing so lovingly, sweetly between the two, only the moonlight illuminating their forbidden tryst, before finally their lips began to slowly part from one another.
They only hovered an inch away, panting softly, catching their breath, eyes opening, locked with each other.
Lynn was grinning, smiling so wide with pretty white teeth. She had brought her hand up to his cheek and held his gaze. Lincoln's freckled cheeks flushed so red, so embarrassed with how much he had enjoyed it, so much with how his body wanted more.
And with the new problem his body was throwing at him.
No matter how he pleaded in his head, no matter how much the tiny voice inside said to stop, to remember this was his sister and she wasn't in full control of her functions right now…the larger part of him was getting excited. His blood was quickening, his pulse coming harder, his heart beating faster and…
Between his legs a fire of passion and desire was being lit.
It seemed no matter how much that voice pleaded in his head, a part of him was happy, so very happy, and so very excited by this turn of events. Butterflies filled his stomach, a feeling that had dwarfed the way he had felt about any girl before filled his heart. An excited, happy, giddiness at this turn of events.
He felt sick and loathed himself, but that part was so much smaller compared to the excitement of this beautiful girl, his favorite girl, touching him, kissing him like that.
Arousal built, and his cock, nestled in his undies under his orange pajama pants, began to rise to the occasion, to fill and grow in strength, and desire. His body responded as if his true love was kissing him, and wanted so much more.
Lynn's body was still against his own, and she became aware of the thick, hard, firm, hot length which was now pressing against her lower body. Her eyes went wide in surprise for a moment, and then she was grinning even more than before.
She smirked at her younger brother as she laid both hands flat upon his chest, "Seems like you enjoyed that kiss even more than I thought you did Lincy." She giggled softly, and it was beautiful. It was a hidden part of Lynn that Lincoln had never seen before. A piece she most likely kept hidden, the one she would show to the boy she loved…
Which happened to be him.
He looked down, shame filling his cheeks even as she held him close and caressed his neck. He spoke up softly…
"I…I can't help it, it's not fair…" he weakly protested.
Lynn leaned up and kissed his lips suddenly again, and despite his protest, Lincoln found himself pressing his lips back against hers.
It wasn't a deep tongue kiss, but it was a kiss shared between lovers, an instinctual kiss of reassurance from one to the other.
Lynn replied when they parted lips, a soft sweet whisper…
"If that was true, if you really didn't feel about me the way I think you do, you wouldn't be so hard and excited right now…"
Lincoln gave a soft groan, a whine of frustration. His arms were still around Lynn, he should be pulling back, pushing away. He should be demanding she go back to bed. He had given her what she wanted, he had given her the kiss, they should be done, shouldn't they?! Why wouldn't he let her go?! Why couldn't he let her go?! Why did his arms seem to want to hold tighter to her with every moment.
He swallowed, another, desperate plea…
"Any guy would react like this…from a beautiful girl kissing them. It's nothing special."
Lynn giggled again, then leaned her nose up and slid it against Lincoln's own, rubbing against it in such an affectionate manner. His eyes closed and is hands clung tighter to her waist, even as he returned the gesture as if his body was rebelling against him.
"Oh Lincy, don't lie to yourself. It's okay. You can enjoy this. You can like this…You can have fun with this..."
Her hand slid down his chest as he tried to summon up any form of protest he could think of, any way he could put an end to this situation. It wasn't fair, this wasn't Lynn, she wouldn't want this, she would hate him for this… and yet, a mad, desperate voice which was becoming louder and louder began to whisper in his mind…
'Would she really? Would she be upset? This IS what she wants isn't it? It's what Lisa and Lynn herself had both said. The facets, the personalities, they were Lynn's true desires unfettered. So this is what she really wants, what Lynn has wanted for some time isn't it?'
Lincoln knew it was the part of him that desired Lynn that was whispering that. The part of him fueled by the desire in his cock, and he continued a losing battle of reason vs desire…He tried to muster all of his will, all of his responsibility to deny that part of himself.
And then Lynn's hand went into his pants…
Lynn was a winner. Lynn was a competitor. She didn't show weakness, or fear in almost any situation. When she had a goal, she went for it with everything she had.
This was no different.
Lincoln felt Lynn's fingers slide into the stretchy waistband of his Pajama pants and undies, and in moments those dexterous, skilled fingers so good at handling balls, were now handling an entirely different type of ball.
Her fingers slid over his hard thick shaft, through his coarse pubic hair, to the soft heavy testicles that hung underneath. Her palm slid over them and cupped them with such a gentle tenderness that belied the typical rough and ready Loud Girl.
It was the first time a girl had touched him in such a manner, truly touched him in this way, and Lincoln's breath caught in his throat.
Lynn's half lidded eyes only smiled back into his, grinning like she'd just scored the game winning shot while she gently rolled her brother's balls in her palm. Her soft voice had Lynn's typical eagerness combined with a new sensuality he hadn't expected…
"Oh, what's this Stinkin? You were keeping these bad boys from me? They're big…" And then he heard her coo softly again as her fingers slid up off of his silken sack and wrap around the thick meaty rod above them, squeezing it with a firm and sure grip, "Mmm…so's this. I bet you get it from Dad. That's why we have so many sisters."
She giggled again…
Lincoln felt mortified, and yet so turned on all at once. A girl had never touched his junk before, not even Ronnie Anne when they were dating…Every teen boy his age dreamed of a moment like this, but almost none of them wanted it to be with their sister…
And yet…that mad, crazed part of him seemed to whisper reassurances in his head…
'Isn't it better this way? Isn't it better with someone you know loves you, rather than some drunk girl at a party, or some other girl you might date for a few months and then forget? You know Lynn loves you. You know she'll always love you, isn't this better?'
Lincoln gave a soft groan in response as he tried to force reason and logic to assert themselves once again, to put an end to this, no matter how much both his dick and his heart wanted it. He loved Lynn, he loved her so much right now he was confused about how to express it, but he was so afraid of what would happen if he didn't put a stop to things now.
"Lynn…please, we agreed to the kiss. One kiss, you got that, we need to stop…"
But the obsessive personality, the part of Lynn that loved him, that had been in love with him for longer than the conscious Lynn would like to admit, would not stop. Indeed, she was now stroking his dick, and it felt so wonderful, it felt so nice. It felt better than even when he did it himself. He should have known someone with such a command of their body like Lynn would be capable of making him feel so good.
"Lincoln, you don't want this to stop. I can feel how much you want this right here…"
She squeezed his cock again as if to emphasize her point. Lincoln groaned in response. Lynn giggled. She was clearly marveling at the way his most forbidden body part felt, reveling in the way she was making him feel.
Lincoln could only keep groaning and now panting softly. His hands had begun clinging to Lynn's hips as if for dear life. He hadn't even noticed they had slipped under her nightshirt and were now clinging to the waistband of her panties as he gently shook his head.
"Lynn, this isn't fair. We need to stop, please we need to stop. This isn't right."
Lynn reached down with her left hand, the one with the bleeding finger as she gently took hold of her brother's right wrist…and slowly moved his hand to slide over her toned, firm, yet soft ass. Her brother's fingers slipped over her rear end, caressing it softly, squeezing it with a firm grip as he groaned softly. She responded.
"If you really wanted this to stop, if you really didn't want this, if the thought of your sister touching you really disgusted you, you would pull back. You would be able to stop me Lincy, but that's the truth you don't want to face. You love me too. You want this to happen, and more, it's making you happy."
Lincoln felt his heart practically leap in his chest at those words, a small part of him so happy in these moments, so full of love and giddiness, even in the face of the part of him that felt so ashamed, so loathsome for what was happening.
But he couldn't even stop his hand from continuing to caress her rear end, from feeling how soft yet firm it was, from touching a part of a girl he hated to admit was so sexy, so beautiful in his eyes. Even as his fingers slid under her panty line, to caress and squeezed the bare freckled skin underneath.
But more… he didn't stop her, he didn't say anything as he felt her hand slide off of his dick, up to the waistband of his pajamas and underwear, grab firm hold, and pull them smoothly down and off of his thick hard member.
Lincoln's cock, pale, firm, hard, was now bare before his sister Lynn. It jutted forward and curved slightly upward, ever so much, as if poised and ready. Its veins pulsed along the turgid length, a purple hue to the mushroom head, those heavy balls hanging underneath, a visible sign of how fecund the Loud family was. Coarse white pubic hair crowning the base.
Lynn looked down as she took possession of her prize, her trophy once more, fingers wrapping around the base, seeing how thick, how hard, yet soft her brother was. He was a big boy, bigger than most of the boys his age she imagined. Didn't she deserve this? Didn't she have every right, every claim to this part of him? She loved him more than anyone else did. The obsessed part of Lynn understood this, nobody would love Lincoln like she did.
Lincoln swallowed uncomfortably as he took stock of the situation he was now in. What was supposed to only be a kiss, what was supposed to be one and done was now escalating further and further with each moment. The irony being Lynn was the only girl he'd ever had his penis out in front of before. Of course that had been when they were children and young enough for their parents to bathe them together, and yet now as Teenager she was the first girl to really see all of him exposed like this.
She sighed happily, deeply as she looked at her brother with that seductive half lidded gaze, "It's beautiful Lincoln. So beautiful."
Lincoln responded before he even realized what he was doing…
"Thank you…"
Lynn grinned, reached up, kissed the underside of his chin, then his neck. Lincoln sighed, groaned as he stretched his neck out, allowing his sister to kiss him there while she stroked his throbbing length with such a tender yet expert ease. Back and forth, sliding his circumcised skin up and over the glans of his cock again and again. Making him feel so good, as her kisses felt so wonderful, so nice on his skin.
"I love you Lincoln, I love you so much, just let me make you feel good. Even if we never do this again, I'll be so happy knowing I made you feel good, knowing I took care of you. I just want to show you how much I appreciate everything you've done for me, every way you've taken care of me over the years…"
Lincoln was panting softly, his reason was slipping away, moment by moment, it was a losing battle against both his lust, and his own shameful romantic love he felt for his sister. Because in this moment he knew, there was no other girl he'd rather be doing this with. None of them came to mind, not Ronnie Anne, not even Stella who he was supposed to be taking on a date tomorrow.
None of them compared to the sporty sister who had saved his life, who had been his truest friend for as long as he could remember.
His eyes were welling up with tears though, the shame still filling him, the idea he could be hurting his sister still lingering in his mind…
"Please…Lynn, I don't want you to hate me. I couldn't live with that. I couldn't keep going if you hated me, don't you realize that?"
But Lynn only drew back from his neck…
And sunk down to her knees.
Lincoln looked down to see his beautiful brunette sister on her knees, staring up at him, one hand around his cock, still pumping it back and forth. The mushroom tip of his member hanging in front of her lips. He could feel her warm breath tickling it, teasing his dick, the implications of where it was going to end up not lost on him.
She looked into his eyes with such desire, such love, and such need as she whispered back.
"Oh Lincoln, haven't you figured out this is what I want too? This is what I've always secretly fantasized about. Why would I even exist, what would be my purpose if this isn't what your sister has always wanted in her most secret of secret places in her heart. I love you, and I want you…every part of you…"
Before Lincoln could think to reply, Lynn's soft pouty lips opened and slid over the silken helmet of his cock. Lincoln felt a sensation unlike any other in his life as the warm, wet, welcoming, pleasurable sensation of his older sister's mouth enveloped his head. As his blue eyes looked deeply into her brown, he couldn't mistake the look of complete and total pleasure coming from them…As Lynn seemed to revel in every moment of swallowing his penis up…of pushing herself past the head, and down his shaft, deeper and deeper…
Lincoln's heart nearly leapt from his chest as he witnessed such a forbidden action.
Lincoln was not a stranger to seeing this act performed.
No teenage boy with internet access was. He had seen his fair share of porn, but experiencing it first hand, for the first time in his young life was unlike anything else he'd ever felt before. It was truly the most pleasurable sensation of his life. It was better than anything he'd ever experienced before.
Every part of his dick felt those soft feminine lips slide over it so wonderfully. Every nerve tingling with intense pleasure unlike anything else. More than that was the sheer intimacy of the act itself. His favorite sister, the one he loved so much, the one who could easily dominate him in any physical capacity was in a way supplicating herself to him with this act. She was being gentle and tender, and submissive with this action, showing the intense love she had for him.
On her knees, looking up at him, compromising her own ability to breathe as easily, taking something between her lips in this manner was all an act that was born of a clear desire she must have for him. Even if this was one of her split personalities, it truly was a part of Lynn, a very powerful part of her, that had dreamed, fantasized of performing this act.
Fantasized of tasting her brother's cock, feeling him in her mouth, and watching the effect it would have on him.
That knowledge was powerful and yet so surreal in his mind, a bit of knowledge that was difficult to handle, even as he watched her reach halfway down his shaft and felt her tongue beginning to swirl around and over the rod between her lips. Her tongue made circle motions over his sensitive skin, tasting every part of him, as she made that soft, erotic cooing sound again with his dick in her mouth.
Lincoln could only gasp out once more, his hands reaching back to press against the door frame again. He was frozen in place, watching his sister perform this lewd act and enjoying every moment of it despite himself.
Then she began pulling back. Slowly, making sure his eyes were still on hers, making sure he saw how her cheeks hollowed out while she sucked, while she dragged her soft wet lips backwards on his flesh. He watched in awe as she pulled back, until only the sensitive head was held in that moist confine, as she teased him by swirling her tongue around the sensitive ridge.
It was too much for Lincoln, his eyes closed and he grit his teeth to stifle yet another moan coming from him, "Oh gosh! Lynn!"
Only to hear her giggle as she pulled fully off of his shaft. He opened his eyes again, just in time to watch her spit into her right palm, and then drag it over his tip once more. Her hand, sticky and wet now, went over his shaft where traces of her saliva still lay, sliding up and down his dick in a pleasing, shiver inducing manner.
She was grinning up at him again, he recognized it too. It was her victory grin. Lynn was still something of a bad sport who loved to rub her victories in the faces of others, and in this moment, she had 'won'. Yet that look only made his heart flutter in the context of what her 'victory' was.
Her soft, sing song like voice came again with that lilt of giddiness, "Think I'm doing pretty good for my first time, don't you Lincy? I've never done this before, nobody ever really appealed to me. You know why though, because none of them were you. I lied to myself for so long about that. The other part of me, the broken one, she's still trying to lie about it. That's why I had to be born, that's why I had to be created Linc. So I can do the things she's too afraid to do, so I can make us all happy by acting on the feelings she's too much of a coward to."
Lincoln could only swallow again as he watched his sister jerk him off with her sticky hand, listen to the sounds of his wet cock being stroked back and forth, as his knees buckled and he forced himself to stand up. This obsessive Lynn's words echoing inside of him, making him face uncomfortable truths he may have known about as well, but had been to scared to act on too.
What she said had to be true, and he knew that. He had to tell himself it again and again. These personalities were Lynn's hidden repressed desires. Lynn had wanted this, always wanted this. But it still didn't make it right, and even as he felt so good, he felt more of that guilt beginning to coil in his heart. He was taking advantage of her. It was as simple as that.
So what if Lynn had feelings for him like this, wasn't it up to her, and not some broken part of herself to act on them?
He began to frown, and he began to slowly try and find the will to push back, to put a stop to all of this.
"Lynn…" he managed to choke out in between gasps and groans, "You know this isn't right…we need to—"
"Hey Linc, wanna see if I can deep throat you? I bet I can…watch me."
But Lynn, this Lynn was ignoring him. She had even interrupted him as his conscience began to rear it's head again, and before he knew it, Lynn's mouth had opened and he felt his dick being swallowed up by that wonderful warm and wet sensation all over again. His sister's tongue sliding to the underpart of his shaft as she forced herself down, down deeper than she went before.
Lincoln could only bite his lip to stop from crying out in surprise. His hands looked for purchase on the door and could find none, so he did the only thing he could think to do. He slipped his hands forward, into that soft auburn hair, sliding them over his sister's scalp. Holding on as he watched her swallow more, and more…and more of his shaft.
Lynn was something of an expert athlete, the best in the school if not the state, and here she was using that excellent conditioning and body control in one of the lewdest sights he'd ever seen. His beautiful brown eyed tomboy sister was swallowing his cock like a pro. Those eyes of hers locking on his own, filled with mischief and lust as if they were speaking to him. All while more and more of her mouth was filled with thick hard brother dick.
'Watch me Lincoln, watch your big sister throat your cock. Watch me take it all, you'll never find another girl who can beat me.'
It's what her eyes seemed to say to him as she swallowed him further and further.
He heard her cough, hard once, watched her lip's part further around his dick, as a thick dollop of drool ran down her chin and begun to hang off of it. Yet her eyes flicked up to his, and she grinned at him, even with his cock beginning to press into her throat. Lynn was a champion in everything she did, she never accepted second best from herself.
With a sudden motion that almost made Lincoln collapse, she lunged forward and swallowed up even more of his cock. The thick line of drool on her chin leaked down to spatter over her night shirt, wetting it. She shoved herself forward further, and finally took every inch of him inside of her mouth. His big sister's lips slamming hard against his pelvis as she swallowed every part of him.
His heavy fertile balls rested against her chin, her nose was buried in the base of his white pubic hair, and she looked up at him with absolute devotion and glee.
She coughed again, but held herself there. Held herself throated on his dick, as if she had something to prove, as if she wanted this image, this moment seared into his mind forever and ever. Lynn's competitive nature, even spread into one of her separate personalities would make sure she was always the one he remembered.
Lincoln couldn't bare it though, he fell back against the door softly, his legs unable to keep him up, and slowly slid down against the frame. He slid down until he had fallen to the floor completely, and even slid further until he was lying on his back. Lynn moved with him, keeping his cock between her lips the entire time, until she was over him while his hips were on the floor. Her head between his legs, his knees up as she began to suck with intense force.
She began to slide up on his shaft, causing his back to arch as more of those wonderful amazing tingles filled him. Lynn slid up his cock halfway, her lips still making a tight wet vacuum like seal around his skin, before she dove back down again as Lincoln felt himself enter her throat all over again. Lynn's pretty freckled features began to bob up and down over her brother's shaft, as more of that erotic cooing came from her, as if the lewd act she was performing was somehow more pleasurable for herself than it was for him. She continued to let him enter and exit her throat over and over again.
Lincoln's body began to edge towards orgasm rapidly. As his older sister sucked him off in the dark confines of his room, late at night, it was beginning to push the white haired boy to a precipice of pleasure he couldn't escape. He had no idea what to expect, in his mind he could only think to try and warn her, incase she didn't want him finishing in her mouth, because at the rate she was going that was exactly what would happen.
Lincoln's soft moans and gasps were broken as he spoke, "Lynn, Lynn, I'm gonna, if you keep doing this, I-I-I'm gonna…"
Lynn's eyes only rolled up to look into his once more, and he saw that competitive smirk cross her features, even as she was bobbing up and down on his shaft, even as she swallowed his cock. It was clear what she wanted. She wanted all of him. She pulled up until only the tip of his dick was in her mouth as her right hand came up and over his sticky glistening shaft and started to pump him rapidly.
Lincoln's eyes were wide in bewilderment, he couldn't handle the erotic sight before him. His pretty sister, her night shirt falling off one freckled shoulder, her long auburn hair splayed all around her, big brown eyes focused on only him… All while she jerked him off in a frenzy, sucking on the sensitive head of his cock, tickling his glans with the swirling motion of her tongue. It was as if she was milking him, daring him to do just what he said, finish in her mouth. As if she wanted to feel his load on her tongue and taste the most forbidden fruit her brother had to offer.
Lincoln's eyes clamped down tight, every muscle in his body tensed, and his hips shot up as he felt his balls clench and the most powerful orgasm he'd ever felt in his life, rocked his frame. He erupted within Lynn's mouth, nothing less than an immense load of his hot sticky spunk. His hot sticky load completely coating her tongue with the first thick blast. Only to be followed by yet another, and another, spraying the interior of her wet mouth, leaving it a sticky hot mess of spooge.
Yet the sensation and taste looked as if it was positively orgasmic for Lynn, as her eyes went wide with complete delight while she kept jerking her brother off as he came, trying to empty out every drop he had. Rapidly pumping him, holding every last drop of semen he gave her between her lips like it was the sweetest and tastiest treat ever.
It seemed like minutes passed, even if it was only seconds, as his hips continued to buck upward before his orgasm ended. Lynn held him still between her lips the entire time, a tight seal formed to make sure she didn't spill a single drop.
She waited like that, breathing through her nose, her mouth full of her brother's thick, hot seed, still trapping his dick. She waited. Her eyes locked to where his were. Lincoln could feel her gaze on him even before he opened his own in return. Slowly, he opened his eye lids and turned his gaze back to her own. In that moment he saw her reach up with her free hand and pull her hair away from her face and neck, giving him a better vantage so he could see everything.
She swallowed.
Once…
Twice…
Three times.
Her swallows were audible, each one a seductive gulping sound as she ate his gift. She made sure he saw her neck muscles moving to drink down the sticky hot present he had given her.
Lincoln's mind was so frazzled by the act, so completely overwhelmed by the sensual and erotic action, his brain felt like it was going to leak out of his ears.
He could only hold his hands over his face, putting them up and hiding his features as the shame over their actions flooded him again. Shame over just how much he enjoyed it, shame over knowing he had loved every moment and a part of him wanted even more.
He heard Lynn standing up from her position between his legs, heard her catching her breath. Heard her give a soft laugh and giggle, "Not to bad, huh Stinkin? I doubt Stella or any girl for that matter will ever be able to top what I just did."
Lincoln felt more shame enter his heart yet again as Stella's name came like an arrow in his heart. After years of pining after her, she'd finally agreed to their first ever date, and on the same exact day, he had already cheated on her…with his older sister no less.
The same sister that had pushed him to ask her out in the first place.
Lincoln could only think how much that action must have hurt Lynn inside. Telling him to go after another girl like that. It must have hurt her so much to cause this desperate repressed part of her to take such drastic action.
As good as he felt, he also began to feel sick again. Sick at realizing this was all because his sister was terrified of losing him, that she would do this because she didn't want him to abandon her.
He pulled his hands down from his face again, pain on his features. He needed to stop this, he needed to apologize, he needed to beg Lynn, the real Lynn for forgiveness for all of this.
"Lynn…Please, I won't ever leave you, I promise. But we need to stop. I love you, I do. But I can't take advantage of you like this…"
Lynn looked back to her brother, as he remained laying on the floor, his cock now spent, still hanging out of his pajama pants, glistening with her saliva. She looked down at him and gave him a soft look of pity.
"Lincoln…nobody is taking advantage of anyone. We're just acting on the way we've always felt. Are you telling me you didn't like what I did? Did I not do it good enough for you?"
Suddenly Lynn was looking worried, her features dropping as she slipped down to her knees between his legs to be eye level with him again. She reached out and caressed his cheek once more, speaking in a worried tone, "I can get better if you let me. I promise, I'll keep practicing, I'll be your eager puppy if you let me, Lincoln. I'll always be happy to make you feel good as long as-
Lincoln suddenly interrupted her as his hands shot forward and he wrapped them tightly around his sporty sister's frame. He pulled her into a tight hug and buried his face in her shoulder, "Lynn no! No! It's nothing like that! You're amazing, absolutely amazing, wonderful and beautiful and better than any girl I could ever deserve! I don't want to make you sad though! I don't want to be a source of your pain!"
Lynn was silent for a moment, quiet, and motionless.
Lincoln was scared, and so he just held her tightly in his arms, trying to transfer his love to her, to convince her she didn't need to do any of this.
He felt her hands begin to slide up over his back. She felt her lips on his cheek, and then his neck…and then his ear.
A soft whisper came again...
"Lincy…This is what I want. This is what makes me happy."
Then she was slowly pulling away from him…
He watched as she stood back up to her full height above him, and slipped her hands to the bottom of her night shirt.
In one fluid motion she took hold and pulled it up and over her body, off of her arms and head, and tossed it aside… standing now only in a pair of red Hanes her way cotton panties.
Her athletic, slender, and toned form was laid bare before his eyes, he could see every detail of her exquisite form. Every adorable freckle that adorned her shoulders, and ran down her arms. The perfect smoothness of her tummy and cute belly button, the shapely curves of her hips. The soft, small, but pretty perky breasts that rested atop her chest, firm pink nipples like little eraser heads pointing forward.
Lincoln could only remain silent and stare at his sister as she stood nearly nude in front of him. Her thick beautiful auburn hair framing her shoulders and making her features look almost elfin in appearance. She saw him staring and only grinned, before she slipped her thumbs down to the waistband of her cotton panties.
Lincoln wanted to tell her to stop, but his voice caught in his throat. He couldn't speak, couldn't move, could only do nothing but watch, fixated on the girl in front of him and what she was about to do. He watched in mute horror and absolute glee at what came next.
Stretching that waistband outward teasingly, Lynn took a firm hold of it, and then slid her panties down her shapely smooth legs. Down to her feet, where she stepped out of them, one foot, then the other. At the end she stood back to her full height and stretched one arm above herself, posing for him, winking at him playfully.
Lincoln's eyes went to that area between his sister's legs, to the spot which was the driving force of motivation behind every red-blooded man's actions. That primal source of life and pleasure that held so much power.
The only way he could think to describe his sister's pussy was gorgeous. Stunning. Adorable.
Two perfect flower petal like lips pressed together, glistening wet with the honey that dripped out from within what was such an enticing pot. Above that beautiful perfect pair of lips was nothing but smooth skin, bereft of any hair over her pelvic area, leading to her belly button.
Lincoln staired, and felt his protests slowly dying again.
There was a naked girl in his room. A sexy, sensual naked girl, an older teen girl that was absolutely crazy about him.
In any other respect outside of the obvious fact she was his sister, this was every teenage boy's dream come true.
It was so difficult to think clearly again. The post nut clarity he had was beginning to vanish. A teenage boy's refractory period was so very short, and already he was starting to get hard all over again, even as he tried to fight it.
Lynn gazed down at his crotch, and gave a smug satisfied smirk as she extended her hand to him, "Lincoln…we're not finished."
Almost like a zombie, like he couldn't control his own actions, he took her accepted out stretched hand, and was pulled up to his feet. His dick rising upwards to full mast within moments in ironic solidarity with the rest of him.
"Lynn, we should be… haven't you gotten what you wanted?" He was desperately trying to throw out any defense before his reason was completely gone…
But Lynn only continued to grin, and before he knew it, she was reaching to the base of his shirt, taking hold and pulling it up. His arms rose as if on command, helping her remove his top, rendering him shirtless with his cock hanging out.
"No Lincoln, I'm not. Come on now, you've always been the most selfless one in the family. Are you really going to be such a selfish lover and stop things here?"
Lincoln swallowed as his own best traits were used against him in such a paradoxical gesture. She was right to some degree, she had just blown him, not only blown him but sucked him off in an almost legendary like fashion. He had only kissed her, shouldn't he make her feel good too? Or was that just his dick doing the thinking now?
As he was stuck in this mental conundrum, Lynn had taken hold of Lincoln's waistband and dragged them down his legs. The teen diligently stepped out of his pajama pants and underwear one leg at a time just like Lynn had moments ago.
Now both were naked, Lincoln's tall trim form almost ghostly in the moonlight with his pale white body hair.
And Lynn was moving, pressing her naked form up against his own, both of her hands sliding over his chest, caressing it as she smiled at him, stared into his eyes, her giddiness overflowing. She teased him by pressing her naked crotch against his dick, pushing her eager pussy against his dick. Lincoln felt his prick sliding against those smooth wet petals so enticingly, the promise of the most mind blowing pleasure of his life contained within…
"Oh fffuck…" he whispered out, his hands taking hold of her waist as if to brace himself.
Lynn giggled again, "Exactly little bro, exactly." She leaned up and kissed his shoulder, kissed his neck, running her tongue over his sensitive skin to his ear where she whispered once more, "Come to bed with me Lincy…"
Lynn pulled back from the white haired young man, slipping her hands down to his own, taking hold of his right between hers. She began to pull him along with her, lead him towards the bed sitting squarely in the middle of the room.
It was a sensuous dance, a rite of passage many teenagers went through, in this instant, no longer children, but not quite adults, experimenting with something new, something dangerous, and yet something so very exciting. Something primal that called to both of them, that made them want to perform this act together.
In any other circumstance, Lincoln would be nervous enough as it was, being a virgin and all. A beautiful naked girl leading him to bed, yet with it being Lynn that nervousness was magnified tenfold. She led him until her legs bumped up against the front of the bed, and she began to slide herself up and onto it.
Lincoln's eyes never left her naked form, he was so hot, so hard, and so horny, but he could barely stop himself, barely choke out one last plea…
"Lynn, this is a bell we can't un-ring. We can't take this back if we go any further…"
Lynn only smiled back at him, that sweet caring smile, her big brown eyes full of adoration, "I know, I know it's that way forever. That's why I need this, I want your virginity, Lincoln. Even if you cast me aside, I know I'll have always had this moment, and you'll always have mine."
Lincoln swallowed again as he looked over the nude figure sitting on his best, the way her breasts gently heaved up and down with each heavy breath she took, the way the moonlight illuminated the freckles on her shoulders, hips and thighs…The way her lower petals were now parted ever so slightly, one leg up on the bed, showing the glorious wet pink within, a wet pink that seemed so eager to embrace and hold his hard pale tool with all the love in Lynn's body.
He saw the look on her features, he listened to the tone in her voice, the desperation in her words. There was no mistaking how much she loved him, and there was no mistaking how she didn't feel as if she was good enough for him, which only confused Lincoln as he felt it was largely the other way around. He didn't believe he could ever deserve anyone as beautiful, fun, sexy, and passionate as her.
"Lynn…"
It was all he could think to say in that moment, and he leaned forward, bringing his hands up to her cheeks, taking hold of them before he kissed her again. The auburn haired girl met his lips, and melted into them. Her entire body shivered with delight, and he could feel a great sudden sob come from her as she kissed him. And kiss him she did, deeply, sweetly, lovingly. She kissed him with such unrestrained passion, the same way he kissed her as he caressed her cheeks and before he knew it, was running his fingers back through her hair.
When he pulled back from the kiss, he saw his sister's eyes glistening with fresh tears, and a bright happy smile on her lips. Lincoln was confused until he heard her whisper with such happy glee.
"You kissed me…"
She stated it simply, and he realized she was right. He had kissed her, like his body had commanded him to.
She went on.
"You kissed me, because you wanted to. I didn't have to force you, or try to convince you, you kissed me because you love me."
Lincoln realized what Lynn was saying was right. He hadn't kissed her because he felt like he had to, or that she was making him do so. He had kissed her because he wanted too, and more and more as shameful as it made him feel, he wanted this too. He wanted it so much. There had to be something more between them, something he'd been afraid of facing himself, because his body was primed and ready, and it didn't matter who the person he was with was.
No, that was the wrong way to think of it. It mattered more because it was Lynn. He was more attracted to her right now than he was any other girl in his life, because of how he could be honest with his own forbidden feelings in this moment.
He wasn't left to contemplate much more though, because Lynn's strong hands went to his hips, and practically dragged him onto the bed with her as she scooted back. Lincoln practically had to catch himself as he fell forward, and before he knew it, was atop his sister, hands on either side of her shoulders, face just over hers, body against her…
Erect, pulsing, hard member pressed right against those soft, smooth, oh so pretty petals.
Lynn's eyes stared up into his own, and she saw the nervousness, the hesitation in Lincoln's. It wasn't because he didn't want to do it, she could tell from his body, he really wanted to do this, but it was because he was afraid of hurting her.
She leaned up the inch or two that was between him, kissed his lips softly, sweetly, and gently. She pulled back to smile and whisper to him, "You won't hurt me. I lost my hymen a couple years ago playing Roller Derby." The obsessive Lynn gave a slightly embarrassed giggle after that.
Lincoln flushed, his eyes looking away as he breathed in uncomfortably, "H-h-how did you know that's what I was thinking about?"
Lynn giggled again, leaned up, kissed his nose, then his forehead. Her hands went from his hips up his back and down once more, "Because you love me and you're more afraid of hurting me than thinking about how awesome this is going to feel."
Lincoln continued to flush, feeling embarrassed again, only to have a sudden intense jolt of divine pleasure course through his cock. Lynn was raising her hips up, sliding her slick and wet crotch against his length, back and forth.
He sighed and raised his eyebrow, "Awesome, huh? That's what this is going to be?"
Lynn continued to giggle girlishly and happily, "Yeah Lincy, awesome. Better than anything you've ever felt before." Then Lynn slipped her right hand from his back, and slid it between their legs, Lincoln felt his sister take hold of his shaft, firmly in her hand. She guided it to the entrance of her slick wet vice, and pressed her hips up, trapping the very tip of his shaft at the entrance of her folds.
Lincoln's eyes went wide and his breath caught in his throat. Lynn's eyes went half-lidded as she looked at him seductively. Lincoln was continuously reminded of how beautiful she was…Seeing her like this, laying naked on his bed, her body spread out in front of him, long auburn hair fanning out around her shoulders and that playful smirk on her lips.
Lincoln swallowed yet again, nervously as he looked her over, and noticed where their bodies were now beginning to connect, where if he began to push himself just a little more, they would enter the point of no return.
He searched, looked into her eyes, and Lynn only smiled back, and nodded. Her eyes closed and she leaned her forehead up against his own, her nose nuzzled to his. She was so close, when she spoke, her lips tickled his own, "Please Lincy…make me a woman."
There was nothing on earth that would cause Lincoln to deny that request now. No force would stop him from fulfilling it. His hips pressed forward, there was some slight resistance, but Lynn was so wet, and his dick had already been positioned just right, already been slickened, that he began to sink inside of his older sister only moments later.
It was a shock to Lincoln how easily he began to slide inside of Lynn, he had truly expected there to be more resistance, but it was as if their bodies were made for one another, and the oh so tight, wonderful, warm folds of Lynn's hot wet pussy welcomed his cock like a loving family member embracing his return.
Both sibling's eyes went wide in that moment, both mouths fell agape as indescribable pleasure filled both. Lincoln's dick had never felt so good, even more than the way Lynn had sucked him off earlier, this felt even better.
Lynn felt so fulfilled, so wonderfully full and complete as her brother's hot thick rod caused every nerve inside of her to scream in absolute joy. The forbidden taboo line had been crossed, as the white haired teenager sank every inch of his length inside of the brunette girl under him.
Their arms wrapped around each other's body in a tight embrace. Clinging to one another with a desperate need, as if they were afraid they'd fly apart if they let go. Lincoln continued to bury himself to the hilt, his silken sack resting against Lynn's freckled thighs, as they stayed together like that, panting, clinging, afraid to move.
It was so quiet except for their breathing, nothing existed but the sensation of their bodies being held so tightly together. It felt so good, too good, Lincoln was afraid to move, he knew he would cum right away from just a few thrusts, the sensation of pleasure was so overwhelming. Lynn had almost came right away, the emotional fulfillment of having the love of her life buried inside of her in such an intimate act had made this facet feel more whole than anything else.
After what felt like forever, the two teenagers took stock of their situation, and Lynn made her play. She kissed her brother gently on the shoulder, and then the neck, followed by the cheek, up to his ear again. She could kiss him over and over, having him like this was the realization of so many forbidden desires. She whispered softly to him….
"Make love to me Lincoln…"
Lincoln once more did as he was asked. He always did as he was asked when it came to his sisters. He loved all of them, they were so important to him, but Lynn was the most important of them all, and he wouldn't say no to her request. Not now, not like this. His hips slowly drew back, and the pleasant, amazing, electrifying pleasurable sensation of their genitals locked together filled both teenagers. He drew back, and nature took over, instinct and thousands, possibly millions of years of biology took over and he thrusted forward.
The white haired young man drew back, his cock sliding almost out within those hot wet folds, only for him to press forward again suddenly, deeply, to shove his dick as deep as it would go within that sweet honey pot that held it so tenderly. Down until both sighed, gasped in pleasure and he was pulling back yet again. Sliding his cock as every curve of Lynn's wet vice squeezed him so tightly, so lovingly, only for him to press forward yet again, deep inside of her.
Both teenagers were panting, both were gasping. They looked into one another's eyes, held that loving, passionate lust filled gaze with one another as brother made love to sister in their forbidden tryst. Back and forth, thrusting in and out, smoothly, fully, causing Lynn's body to rock back with every deep thrust that Lincoln gave her. He was making love to her, he was displaying the deepest level of affection, the deepest bond one could for another, giving himself physically to her.
Their eyes met, and their lips met, they kissed passionately, their arms around one another, bodies shivering, shaking with the intense pleasure that filled them, as Lincoln's own freckled butt would go up, and then down. Up and then down, as his cock slid almost out, only to plunge home again each time his hips thrusted up.
A sheen of sweat began to form on both as their lips parted, they gasped, pressed their foreheads together and stared into one another's eyes. Nothing mattered in this moment but each other. Nothing else was important but the love that was shared between both, the desire between both no matter how forbidden it was.
Lincoln whispered, almost like a prayer, "I love you Lynn, I love you so much. I'm sorry I couldn't resist you, I'm so sorry I wasn't strong enough. I'm so sorry I'm weak…"
The boy began to shiver then, and sniffle, even as his body continued with those deep thrusts to the beautiful athletic brunette that was underneath him. Lincoln's eyes filled with tears of self loathing even as he loved every moment of what transpired.
"I'm so weak, I wasn't strong enough, and now you'll hate me. You'll hate me forever when I love you more than anything…"
He sniffled again, and Lynn's hands came up, caressing his cheeks, as she reached up to kiss him over and over. She gave him so many quick, yet affectionate kisses. To his lips, to his cheeks, to just below his eyes as she whispered in a reassuring tone.
"I won't hate you, she won't hate you. None of us will ever hate you Lincoln, not even the aggressive part of me. You're the most important person in our lives. All of us love you, every part of me loves you Lincy. Please don't cry, please enjoy every moment of this."
Lincoln's response was to wrap his arms tightly around his sister and hold her tight, even as he tried not to cry, as he tried his best to hold his emotions in check. But it was so difficult, given the love that Lynn showed him, a love he didn't feel worthy of. But one that he wanted none the less, as he wished to display and demonstrate his own love for her.
He rained kisses back on her in return. He kissed her shoulder, he kissed her neck, he kissed her ear, and he kissed his lips. He whispered her name, his love for her like a prayer over and over again. Their bodies were intwined, and he was so close as his pace increased. He shoved his cock into her, over and over, harder and faster as his pleasure began to build to a crescendo.
Lynn encouraged him, holding his body close, her arms sliding up and down his form as her legs came up, and wrapped around his hips, locking in place, one foot over the other. She began to press herself up every time he came down, she met his eyes with a look of such love and devotion, such desire and yearning.
"Don't stop Lincy, Don't stop, I'm so close, so close baby brother, I love you so much. I love you so much Stinkin. I love you with everything I am."
Lincoln panted, feeling himself getting closer and closer, he didn't know how much longer he had left as his dick felt more incredible than it ever had before. He looked back to his sister, his mouth hanging open as he panted at her, "Lynn, I can't…I can't hang on, I can't keep going..."
Before Lynn took hold of his cheek with her right hand, and burned her gaze into his soul yet again, "Cum with me Lincy. Cum with me. Show me your love, give it to me, all of it, I want it little bro, I want every part of you…"
Those words were too much and Lincoln's pace increased further, harder, faster than it had before. He was panting, sweat dripping off of his form as he looked back into his sister's eyes, "Oh Gosh, oh gosh, oh fuck, Lynn!" Before the pleasure overtook him. Lynn felt her brother's cock pressing deeper, harder, faster. Knocking up against her cervix, pushing against the entrance of her womb, pressing with intent, pushing with the knowledge of the love she shared with him. All of her body concentrating on that pleasure, feeling it all building and building and building all at once.
Their orgasms struck at the same time, and Lynn did the only thing she could think of in her wild and possessed, crazed state. She leaned forward and bit her brother's shoulder…
Hard…
She bit and sucked with everything she had. She went out of her way to wound him as they both came, to leave a mark on him, to claim him as hers. She wanted anyone else who saw that to know a woman had already laid claim to him, marked him as belonging to her. Even as the mind blowing orgasm ripped through her body, sending wave after wave of absolute pleasure that made the world cease to exist and everything go white, she bit and sucked and held on to Lincoln's shoulder.
Lincoln felt his balls clench and empty themselves in a way that even put the feeling of his earlier orgasm in her mouth to shame. His cock nestled right up against his sister's womb, flooded it with his thick hot seed. He came with intent, with what his body wanted, with the primal desire that rested in every male. He flooded her baby bag with his seed, consequences be damned. Even if he had thought to try and pull out, Lynn's legs wrapped around his hips, holding him there as if screaming 'impregnate me' and would not let him go.
Neither sibling would know it, but this was the moment of conception between them. This was the moment the hot flood of her brother's semen, found the egg resting within and fertilized it. This was the moment new life in the Loud family had been created from the sinful yet loving act that had taken place.
Both siblings utterly collapsed against one another afterwards. Panting, sweating, squeezing each other tightly. Both kept their arms tight about one another, holding each other. There was no regret in this moment, no feeling of wrongness, no feeling of sin. Just a desire to hold one another so close, to show the complete want, love and desire that existed between both. They were quiet again for several long minutes, even as they continued to hug each other and shudder in the post orgasmic bliss.
After several long moments, they pulled back enough to kiss one another so tenderly, so sweetly, and with such unrestrained affection between them both. Such a need that had to go fulfilled. This was no mere 'fucking' that took place. This was an act of genuine love making, of desires that had built up over years between the two, finally being realized.
Lynn smiled as she kissed her brother, nuzzling him, and Lincoln could do nothing but return the gesture with his own buck toothed grin.
They laid together smiling, basking in the afterglow, nuzzling each other tenderly and sharing more kisses.
Lynn would speak up with that smug victorious and yet loving and sensual voice yet again, "Hope you're ready for another round Stinkin, cause we're just getting started…"
The two would spend the next few hours going at it once again. Caution was completely thrown to the wind, desire unleashed, and Lincoln would see himself cum inside of his sister at least three more times before she seemed fully satisfied. He would take her from behind, looking down at the curved, taut, toned freckled rear end of his hot sexy sister. Watching the way it would bounce each time he pumped himself deep inside of her. He would let her climb atop him, slide his cock inside of herself yet again, and bounce up and down on him as she caressed his chest. She would eagerly look down at him with a grin, while he watched her pretty pert little tits bounce up and down and shake with each time she slid down into his lap. They would kiss, swap spit, slide their tongues over one another again and again…
It was only closer to the morning, an hour or so before the rest of the house would begin to wake up they finally, finally finished. The personality that was more honest with her feelings began to feel more tired, sleepier, more satisfied with everything they'd done. She would thank her brother, declaring her unending love for him, and let him know she wanted to fall asleep in his bed with him…
And it was only then, in those wee hours of the morning did the horror, the self loathing, and the true knowledge of what Lincoln had done would come home to roost.
After this night, nothing else would ever be the same, after this night, their lives would be changed forever, and so many more challenges would lay before them.
But at least, for a few hours, nothing stood in the way of their forbidden love, even if the consequences would haunt them for months to come.