The walk back home was the longest and most confusing of Lori's life. The things she had seen, heard, and smelled at Carol's house swirled around her in a smoky vortex and her stomach churned with nerves. She stared ahead like a zombie in one of those stupid black and white horror movies Lucy liked so much, her steps shuffling and her eyes vacant. Her shoulders were slumped and her gaze fixed. If you looked into her eyes, you would see that she was a woman locked deep in thought and not necessarily liking what her mind was telling her. She was so caught up in what she had witnessed that she walked right past the bus stop and didn't realize it until she had made it a full mile down the street. She could have picked the bus up further down the line, but her feet kept moving and she let them. She barely noticed her surroundings, and several times, she bumped into people and crossed the street before the light changed. A car slammed on its horn, making her jump, and she scurried away while the driver wildly gestured with their hands, as though her faux paus had personally and deeply offended them.
High end restaurants with patio seating and posh shops where there were no price tags on the merchandise lined the broad sidewalk and the well manicured trees fronting the avenue shook in the breeze. She looked numbly around and was struck by how clean everything was. Franklin - and most every other street in Royal Woods - was littered with, well, litter, and a lot of the houses were in varying states of disrepair. Royal Woods had once been home to a factory that produced seatbelt buckles for the Ford Motor Co. but the factory closed down in the eighties when the operation was outsourced to Bahavia. A lot of people were out of work, and most of the businesses that catetred to locals dried up and blew away. The 90s were really hard for the area. Things had gotten better, but there was still an underlying sort of destitution about that lingered even to this day.
Not here, though. On this side of the tracks, it was like another world.
Lori didn't meditate on the matter for too long; she had much bigger fish to fry than whether or not the streets were free of garbage.
At some point, she took a wrong turn and went off the main drag. She walked the rest of the way home through a maze of neighborhoods, each a little dumpier than the last. She eventually made it to Franklin, where the conditions improved somewhat from the next street over. Carol lived on the best side of town, and the good side of town, which wasn't as great but still pretty nice, lay beyond Franklin, putting the Loud house squarely in the middle. The streets to its northwest got better and better until you hit the tail end of Main Street just before it curved and crossed the Royal River. The people who lived on Franklin Ave were all lower middle class; they didn't have the best cars or the nicest clothes, but they were able to buy a decent living for themselves and their families regardless. The van wasn't in the driveway when Lori walked up, which told her Mom was on her weekly shopping trip. At this point in the day, Dad would be on his way home in the neighborhood carpool.
Lori tried the front door and it was open. Inside, Lucy, Lana, Luna, and Leni sat on the couch watching a movie. "The door was unlocked," L:ori said.
Unlocked doors were a major no no in the Loud house. The neighborhood was safe and nothing ever really happened, but Mom and Dad were adamant that the front door was to remain locked at all times...just in case. Dad was an easygoing guy who rarely lost his temper, but there were two ways to send him into a seething, Gordon Ramsay level meltdown: Touch the thermostat...and leave the door unlocked.
No one replied to Lori's observation and her nostrils flared. "Stop leaving the door unlocked. That's how serial killers get in. Do you want to be serially killed?"
Luna grumbled, Lana waved her hand, and Leni shook her head from side to side. Lucy turned to look at Lori and said, "Depends. What's the killer's MO?"
Oh, God.
Lori sighed and rolled her eyes. What a weirdo.
Making double sure that the door was locked behind her, Lori climbed the stairs and went into her bedroom, closing the door but leaving it unlocked so that Leni could come and go without disturbing her. She climbed onto the bed, sat Indian style against the headboard, and pulled her pillow to her chest, hugging it tightly. At once, thoughts of Carol and Lincoln came rushing back to her. She felt herself beginning to stir and tried to fight against it, but the passion and desperation were both too strong. She saw herself doing unspeakable things to both her little brother and her best friend, and her panties were suddenly tight and wet. Fever crept over her body and her breathing sped up like an animal in heat. She licked her dry lips and tried to control herself, but there was no stopping the way she felt, so she gave into it and let those thoughts consume her. She squirmed and wiggled her hips, the friction of the fabric against her center making her heady with sensation. Her nipples grew hard, thumping, her breast quivering with the ragged rhythm of her heartbeat.
She bit her bottom lip and seriously considered getting up and locking the door so she could masturbate, but decided on a cold shower instead. She went into the bathroom, turned the water on, and stripped naked. Her skin was hot to the touch and sicky wet heat fanned out from between her legs. She pulled back the curtain, took a deep breath, and got in, the icy water knocking a gasp from her lungs. She gritted her teeth and did a full circle, letting the water cool her. She forced herself to stay in a full ten minutes before getting out. She dried off, got dressed, and went back to her bedroom. Thankfully, she was alone. Clear headed, she sat in the middle of the bed and considered her options. She knew what she wanted to do, but should she do it?
On some level, she knew what choice she was going to make, but she was conflicted. Was she thinking with her little head (as the saying goes)? If so, she was likely to make the absolute wrong decision. No great decision ever started with "I was really horny, so I…"
She unconsciously chewed her lower lip in thought. Her eyes drifted to her cellphone, which sat on the nightstand. She pinched her brow in thought and mulled over what she was about to do.
Her resolve flagged and she almost turned back. Instead, she picked up the phone and accessed her camera roll. She sent the pictures she had taken at Carol's to her email and opened Snapchat. Carol was online, and Lori's stomach lurched.
Before she could change her mind, she picked up the phone and called Carol's number. Surprisingly, Carol answered on the third ring. "Hey," Carol said, "look, I'm busy right now, can I -?"
Lori cut her off. "I know what you and Lincoln are doing."
Stunned silence filled the line.
Sending the pictures to Carol's Snap, Lori said, "Check your inbox."
A second later, Carol spoke, her words tumbling out in a hurried rush.. "Look, Lori, I'm sorry, it's not like I planned this, it just happened. I -"
"It's okay," Lori said. "I'm not mad."
Poor Carol missed a beat. "You aren't?"
"No," Lori said. "I mean...I'm kind of hurt that you've been blowing me off to "spend time" with Lincoln."
Carol sighed. "I;m sorry, I just didn't know how to tell you."
"It's okay," Lori said. "If you want to spend time with Lincoln, I'm fine with that. I just want to hang out with you too, but if you'd rather do that with Lincoln instead, I have an idea. This way, we can all get what we want.:"
For a moment, Carol was quiet. "What's your idea?"
Lori grinned. "Well…"
Saturday morning, Lincoln got out of bed at 7:30 sharp and took a long, hot shower. He washed himself thoroughly, especially between his legs, and washed his hair twice so that it would smell extra good. Done, he toweled off, got out, and went to the sink. The mirror was fogged with condensation and Lincoln's reflection was vague and icy, like a vision glimpsed under water. He rubbed a circle in the glass and greeted himself with a grin. He brushed, flossed, gargled with mouthwash, and then brushed and gargled again. Cupped his hand to his mouth and exalted into it in an attempt to smell his own breath. It was hard to tell but just to be on the safe side, he'd pick up a pack of gum on his way to Carol's house.
The day before, Carol was busy helping her parents with something and they had to forego their usual afternoon tryst. She promised to make it up to him in a "big way" and Lincoln had been stoked ever since at the implications of those two words. Were they finally going to have sex? Just in case, Lincoln stopped by Flip's the previous evening and bought a box of condoms. Flip looked at him over the counter and furrowed those bushy eyebrows of his. "You're supposed to use these on women, not to whack off."
"I know," Lincoln said with a shit eating grin.
"You got a woman?" Flip asked, a note of incredulity in his voice.
Lincoln shrugged one shoulder. Maybe I do, maybe I don't.
"You're a kid," Flip said, "you can't even get it up."
Ironic coming from an old man who probably hadn't had an erection since Jimmy Carter was in office, but okay. He pulled out a ten dollar bill and held it up. "Will this be enough to cover it?"
Flip seemed to mull it over; if he had any moral qualms about selling condoms to an eleven year old boy, they were quickly overtaken by his pure greed. He yoinked the bill from Lincoln's hand and shoved it into his pocket. Lincoln took the box outside, ripped it open, and shoved loose condoms into his pocket, throwing the box into a trashcan because he wasn't Gen X scum who tossed his garbage on the ground for someone else to pick up.
It was possible that Carol would finally take him all the way and he didn't intend to let anything get in his way.
Look, he was a respectful guy and didn't want Carol to feel the least bit pressured, but he was still a guy, and every fiber of his being, honed to razor sharpness by millenia of evolution, urged him to plunge himself deep into Carol's womb. Just thinking about it got him rock hard and ready to go. He wouldn't twist her arm, but damn, he really hoped she gave it up today.
After taking care of his personal hygiene and dressing in a pair of jeans and a nice orange polo (wait, didn't I wear this yesterday?) Lincoln slipped a couple condoms into his wallet just in case one broke or something and then went to leave. Mom and Dad were working in the backyard, Mom on her famous flower bed and Dad mowing the lawn, so chaos reigned on the first floor. Lola and Lana engaged in an epic battle of tug'o'war over a blanket, Lily bganged on pots and pans while Luna accompanied on guitar, and Luan told jokes to Lucy, who sat Indian style on the floor. "Tell the one about the vampire who got caught drinking on the job again," she said.
Lincoln made his way to the door and was just reaching for the handle when Lori called out from behind him.
He froze.
She came down the stairs and he turned to face her. She put her hands on her hips and fixed him with a serious gaze. He wouldn't call it stern, but it wasn't particularly permissive either. "Where are you going?" she asked.
"To the park," Lincoln said. His mind raced and his heart began to pound. Why was she coming at him like this? Lori could be kind of a tyrant when Mom and Dad left her in charge, but when they were around, she largely minded her own business.
"Go upstairs."
"But -"
"Do it, Lincoln," she said, "now. We need to talk."
Lincoln's stomach clutched and feral panic gripped him. No, God! I'm so close!
She jabbed her finger toward his room, and head hung, Lincoln dragged himself up the stairs. In his room, he dropped onto the edge of the bed with a deep sigh. He saw his chances of being with Carol going up in smoke right before his very eyes and felt like crying. A few minutes later, Lori slipped into the room and closed the door behind her. She discreetly turned the lock and Lincoln nervously licked his lips. She walked up to the bed and stood over him, her hands on her hips and her eyes bearing down on him like lasers. She stared at him for what felt like an eternity, and he squirmed under her glare. Finally, she reached into her pocket like an Old West gunslinger going for her iron and took out her phone. Without taking her eyes off him, she swiped her thumb across the screen and tapped it.
When she turned the phone around to show him the screen, Lincoln's heart dropped to his feet and he could feel the color draining from his face.
It was a picture. In it, Carol was straddling him and running her fingers through his hair. Her eyes were half-lidded and her cheeks blushing. His head was thrown back and his mouth open in an O. A cold, nasty lump formed in his throat and the room suddenly shrank around him, tight as a glove and twice as cloying. He swallowed thickly and darted his eyes from the screen to his sister's face, his mind blank. He had always known that nothing good would come of him being caught in the act with Carol, but he never allowed himself to dwell on it or to plan for what he would do or say. What could he say? This wasn't an accusation or a supposition. Lori had photographic evidence.
From inside Carol's house.
Wtf, was she hiding in the kitchen?
"Look. Lori, I -"
Without warning, Lori took his face in both of her hands and molded her lips to his. Before he knew what was happening, her tongue was worming its way into his mouth and swirling clumsily around his. His heart rocketed into his throat and every nerve ending in his body fired at once in shock. Lori slipped her hands underneath his shirt and caressed his chest. She was sitting in his lap now, her knees caging his legs and her tongue exploring in the inside of his mouth. Lincoln's horror at being kissed by his sister quickly evaporated as lust overwhelmed him. He had been so excited to see Carol that his body responded to Lori, and his dick swelled with passion. In that moment, she was no longer his sister; she was blonde, beautiful, and warm, just like Carol. He cupped her cheeks in his hands and kissed her back.
Lincoln had no idea how long they were making out before Lori pulled back. Her face was red and her eyes clouded; her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths and her lips sparkled in the golden sunlight falling through the window. She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him, her body mashing his boner and sending ripples of pleasure up his spine. She bent and kissed his neck. "I'm not mad," she said. "I want to join in." She kissed the side of his neck and rubbed her crotch against his body, making him quiver. "Can I join in?"
"Yes," Lincoln said huskily.
"Good," she said. She got up and smoothed out the front of her shirt, her eyes going to his boner and her knees pressing together like she had to pee. She bent, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to his feet. "Let's go."
Taking the van, they drove to Carol's. Lincoln watched Lori from the corner of his eye and though she was as familiar as his own reflection, there was something different about her, something exciting. He realized that for the first time in his life, he was looking at her not as his sister but as a woman, an alluring and sexual creature cast in a whiole new light. He took in her form, from her small, perky breasts to her long, silky legs, and his loins stirred.
When they arrived, Carol met them at the door, a knowing little smirk on her lips. Had they gotten together and coordinated this? His head spun. How long had they been in cahoots? How long had they been planning this?
Carol led them into the living room. "I'll be right back," she said.
In no time at all, she returned in a thong, a tiny bra, and her stripper boots. She climbed onto Lincoln and started giving him a lap dance, her hips swaying from side to side and her breasts shoving into his face. "Watch closely," she told Lori.
Lori stared intently, her blush deepening.
Carol ran her fingers through Lincoln's hair and thrusted her hips back and forth, dry humping him and bringing him to the edge of orgasm. With expert timing, she jumped off. "Now it's your turn," she said.
For a moment, Lori hesitated, then she crossed her arms over her chest and pulled her tank top off. Her bra was a light shade of powder blue. Even though her bust was small compared to Carol's, the bra was smaller, tighter, as though she hadn't upgraded since she was younger. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts and brushed them down her legs. Her panties were the same color as her bra. Her pussy lips pinched the damp fabric and blood pounded against Lincoln's temples. "Get on his lap," Carol said.
Lori sat in his lap, facing him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Rock your hips," Carol said. She was breathing heavily now, turned on what was happening. Lori rubbed herself back and forth across Lincoln's bulge. Lincoln put his hands on her hips and then ran them over her breasts, feeling and squeezing them through her bra.
It wouldn't be fair to compare Lori and Carol - one was an experienced dancer and the other wasn't - but Lincoln couldn't help noting that Lori wasn't as toned or fluid in her motions. When Carol did this, it felt like dancing. With Lori, it was more like out and out dry humping...which was pretty freaking great in of itself.
"Good," Carol said and ran her hands encouragingly over Lori's shoulders, "you're doing great. Just go a little easier. We don't want him cumming...yet."
Lori got off and then both began to dance for him. He leered hungrily at their bodies and licked his chops like a hungry dog. His dick was so hard that it hurt and his breathing came in short, hot bursts. Carol sat on one leg and Lori on the other, and they both grinded him, Lori kissing one side of his neck and Carol the other. Carol ran her hand over his bulge and Lori skimmed her fingers up and down his chest and stomach.
This. Was. Awesome.
Soon, Lori and Carol pulled him off the couch and laid him out on the floor. They loomed over him with matching grins. Lincoln knew what to expect next, it happened every single time, but he was surprised when it was Lori who stood over his head and squatted. She sat on his face and his nose nestled between her cheeks. Her plump pussy pressed against his mouth, and if it weren't for the panties, he would be eating her out. "Just like that," Carol said. "Bend over a little.
Following her instructions, Lori leaned slightly over, rubbing her middle over Lincoln's face, and splayed her hands on his crotch. Carol knelt down, laid her hand in the small of Lori's back, and guided her along. Lori kissed Lincoln's boner through his jeans and electric tingles streaked down Lincoln's spine. He arched his back and returned the favor, lcking her pussy and getting a mouthful of cotton. There was less covering her than him and she must have felt it more clearly because her breath caught and she gave a little body wide shudder. Lincoln stroked his hands up and down her flanks and she went faster, her breathing more and more labored as the sensations intensified. She unzipped Lincoln's jeans and his dick made a huge tent in his undies. She kissed his head through the briefs and then flicked her tongue over it. The feeling was indescribable and Lincoln's eyes rolled back into his head.
After a while, Lori got up and Lincoln came out of his stupor. Carol smiled down at him and got down onto her knees. "Do you want to fuck me, Lincy?" she asked.
"So bad," Lincoln croaked.
She pushed his shirt up and trailed moist kisses up and down his stomach. When she reached the waistband of his underwear, she stopped, rocked back onto her knees, and slowly pulled his pants over his ank;es. Lincoln's breath caught and he could do little more than watch as she glided her hands up and down his legs, squeezing his bulge and making him shake with need. She mounted him and ghosted her fingertips over his chest, her thighs opening and closing around his clothed cock. She bent, thrust her butt in the air, and kissed his stomach. Lori knelt on the other side and watched intently, her hand trapped between her legs and squirming as she gently masturbated herself. Carol took the waistband of Lincoln's briefs between her teeth and peeled them over his dick, which sprang out like a spring loaded surprise. She yanked them over his feet and threw them away.
Wasting no time, she closed her hand around his shaft, brought it to her lips, and lovingly licked it. The slick, hot feeling of her tongue on his skin made Lincoln moan, and she smiled before taking him deep into her mouth. Her burning saliva coated his dick and her tongue danced along his length. Her blonde head bobbed slowly up and down as she worked his dick, and Lincoln watched in amazement, completely unable to believe that this was actually happening. He ran his fingers through her hair and she went faster. His tip touched the back of her velvety throat but instead of gagging, she went faster still. Lincoln threw his head back and struggled to keep from blowing his load. Carol sensed the immediacy of his climax and spat him out. She reached behind her back and undid the clasps of her top, letting it fall away. Her teardrop breasts fell free and Lincoln oogled them with her eyes.
When she pulled her thong off, his head spun.
It was going to happen.
It was finally going to happen.
Carol splayed one hand on Lincoln's chest to brace herself and shifted onto his lap. The head of his dick skimmed across her lips and he moaned again. She reached down, took him in her hand, and guided him to her opening. The dank heat wafting from her was indescribable, and Lincoln's dick pulsed in anticipation, beads of precum already dribbling from his slit.
Curling her fingers against his chest, Carol jerked her hips down and sank onto Lincoln's dick. Her boiling core sheathed him like wet satin and her muscles closed around him in a warm hug. They moaned in unison, and began to rut, Carol down, Lincoln up, her breasts in his hands and her hands pressed to his chest. Her stiff nipples grazed his palms and her flesh quivered in his hand. He could feel the excited beat of her heart and the knowledge that he was the one making it race almost brought him to the edge. She lifted up until he was almost out, then slammed down; his tip jammed into her cervix and a look of pleasure mixed with pain flashed across her face. She leaned over until they were cheek to cheek, and her body tightened around him, squeezing him as if trying to coax his seed. Lincoln grabbed her ass in both hands and held on as she started to thrust.
All the while, Lori was furiously rubbing herself. It sounded like someone running in flip flops, and the mental image made Lincoln chuckle. Carol nipped his ear lightly between her teeth and giggled at the way he jumped. "Do you like it?" she asked.
"I love it," he moaned.
She braced one hand on the floor and pushed herself up so that her breasts were in Lincoln's face. He closed his lips around her nipple and she sucked a sharp intake of breath, "Oh, baby, just like that."
Lincoln lapped at her with hungry abandon, the salty taste of her skin coating the inside of his mouth. Her walls expanded and contracted around him and her ass jiggled as she bounced. Lincoln ran his nails up and down her back, making her shiver, and she responded by sucking and kissing his throat.
That turned him on even more, and before he knew what he was doing, he was rolling her onto her back, his dick popping momentarily out of her. After her heat, he was cold, the air like ice against his glistening member. A mixture of his and her juices coated him and the head was plump and purple. His balls had swollen immensely, and he could already tell that when he came, he would blow the biggest load of his life. He mounted her, grabbed her ankles, and spread her legs to reveal her wet, pink sex. She reached between her thighs with both hands, found his dick, and pulled it to her opening. He thrusted the rest of the way in, and they stared into each other's eyes as he started to fuck her again. Her face twisted in a kaleidoscope of euphoria and she was more beautiful in that moment than Lincoln had ever seen her.
He pressed his lips to hers and kissed her deeply. She took his face in her hands and kissed him back and she rocked her hips up into every one of his forward thrusts. Lincoln was slamming hard and fast now, their bodies slapping together and their passions coming to a boil. He tried to think of something else, anything else, to keep from finishing, but everything about Carol - the taste of her lips, the sweet scent of her natural smell, the soaking fire of her loins - conspired against him. His dick grew bigger and hotter, and at the very last minute, he pulled out and shot his load on her stomach. His orgasm was so intense that he shook and let out a strangled cry. Carol tilted her head back and basked in the glory of each successive burst of Lincoln's cum. It painted her tits, her stomach, and even her pussy.
Lincoln collapsed onto her and she wrapped her arms around him, holding him close to her breast.
"That was literally better than I expected," Lori said.
A slow, sleepy smile crept across Carol's face. "Yeah," she said, "it was."
Even though Lori hadn't been involved in the act itself, there was a sense of closeness, a bond, between the three of them that didn't exist before. They had shared a special moment together and their relationship was stronger for it.
Carol felt kind of bad for leaving Lori out of it and hogging Lincoln for herself, but she would make it up to her soon.
Real soon.
A few weeks later, Lori sat in a chair in a private room off the main floor of The Rumpus Room. The lights were low and music throbbed from unseen speakers, making the walls vibrate. This was the very room where Lincoln and Carol had had their first encounter, Carol had told her. Carol figured it was fitting that she bring Lori here.
Carol danced for Lori as she had for Lincoln. She kicked her leg onto Lori's shoulder and brushed her fingertips across Lori's cheek. She spun, sat on Lori's lap, and grinned devilishly over her shoulder. Lori didn't know how she would feel about this, but she loved it. Breaking up with Bobby so that she didn't cheat on him anymore than she already had was totally worth it. Bobby was great, but if she got to do this with her bestie on a regular basis, he could go be great somewhere else.
The sensation of Carol grinding her made Lori moan, and she smiled to herself. "Do you wish you were here?" Carol asked.
She was livestreaming the whole show for Lincoln much as she had done for Clyde and Rusty. Lincoln was at home, watching and drooling. "So much," he said,
Carol was happy to do this for him and Lori for free, but Lori insisted on coming here because she wanted to support Carol's business. She was so awesome at it that she deserved all the money she could get. She also wanted to experience Carol in her natural habitat, here where she was totally in her element.
Carol had promised to make it up to her for not being a very good friend lately, and boy was she. Lori had never come closer to cumming in her panties than she was right now, and Carol had barely stimulated her pussy.
Presently, Carol had Lori lay on the floor as she swung around the pole, her hair trailing behind her like a blonde shroud and her leg muscles flexing and rippling. She stood over Lori and began to twerk, the movement of her ass hypnotic. Carol slowly lowered herself onto Lori's face and grinded herself over Lori's lips and nose. Lori's eyes rolled back into her head and she achieved total bliss under her friend's spell. Carol slipped her hands under Lori's shirt and massaged her breasts. "You like this even more than Lincloln does," Carol remarked.
Lori could only moan.
Spinning around, Carol unzipped Lori's shorts, pulled the flaps apart, and kissed Lori's pussy through her panties. On the phone screen, Lincoln was furiously masturbating. Carol licked Lori's clit through her panties and Lori gasped, the taste of Carol's sex filling her mouth. The stripper's thoing was wet with her own excited juices. Carol leaned back and gingerly rubbed Lori's clothed pussy, paying special attention to her clit and grinning at the way Lori shook and jumped. "Stop," Lori panted, "I'm gonna cum."
Carol only smiled. "Then cum. We have a lot of catching up to do."
Giving in, Lori reached her climax and came so hard that it felt like her soul was rushing out from between her legs. "That's right," Carol whispered, "let it all out."
Lori moaned long into the night as Carol danced for her again and again.
And again.
THE END
