Lincoln III

When Lincoln opened the kitchen door, he saw Luna. She wore a black hoodie with the hood up, and was scrunched up on a chair at the kitchen table. She was reading a book — or holding one, at least.

"Oh! L- Luna." Lincoln had been mentally preparing for this conversation the entire route home, but now that it was here, he discovered that he wasn't prepared. Seeing Luna made him lose his composure all over again.

Luna shot up from behind her book, and looked at Lincoln. "Bro!" Lincoln could not read Luna's emotion, but she spoke as if she was finally reunited with a long-lost twin.

"Uh, can we talk?" Lincoln's intonation was strange, and it wasn't really clear whether he had just asked a question or not.

Luna stopped making eye contact with Lincoln. She gazed into the other room, and then looked at the time. It was late.

"You should go to bed, bro." Luna spoke composedly and resolutely, and hid her face behind the book again. She spoke as Lincoln's older sister, nothing more.

Lincoln looked at his big sister to gage how she was feeling, but couldn't make sense of her intonation and couldn't see her facial expression behind the paper barrier she had put up. There was so much Lincoln had wanted to say. So many words he had pondered over on his way home. So many doubts he had let poison his thinking. But now, he said nothing. He couldn't. After all, Lori and dad were in the other room, within earshot. He couldn't speak his mind, not now. And he had received a sisterly instruction that it was bed time — delivered the same way as if he had gotten it from Lori. Maybe he didn't have to explain anything, maybe the heat-of-the-moment morning had resolved itself. Maybe.

Somewhat relieved by avoiding a difficult conversation, Lincoln went up to his room. He threw himself on his bed, face-down, with tiredness making his bones twice as heavy. He had been comforted by Clyde, and he seemed to be right. Luna didn't seem so troubled. Maybe the problems were only in his own head the entire time. Also in Lincoln's own head arose images: Luna's naked body flashed before his eyes. First in one pose, then another, then another. He remembered they way she had screamed his name. He had been so afraid of the consequences of it all, that he forgot to enjoy the special moment the two of them had shared - something not many siblings get to share, he imagined. Maybe it hadn't been so bad. Maybe he didn't ruin his relationship with his sister after all. Maybe they could just be — siblings who had sex one time? Had Lincoln been making it into a much bigger deal than it actually was? Lincoln was now so deep in thought, arousal and confusion that his head may as well have been a giant steaming question mark.

Lincoln couldn't overthink for long, because soon after, his bedroom door opened quietly. Lincoln didn't stir, only following the sounds of the intruder.

"Bro?" It was Luna's whisper. Luna snuck inside and softly closed the door behind her. "You awake, Lincoln?"

Lincoln turned around and saw Luna standing in his room. She was wearing nothing but an oversized band shirt, and she was visibly flustered.

"Luna?" Lincoln exclaimed quietly.

Lincoln could tell that Luna was anxious. Her cheeks were blood red, and her eyes darted around nervously. Luna sat down next to her little brother on the bed and hugged him tight. Because Luna was taller than Lincoln, his head was pressed up against Luna's breasts. That was already getting too much for Lincoln. His arousal was mixed with the shame of being such a perverted brother. She probably just came in here to talk things over, and Lincoln was getting aroused by what should have just been a sisterly hug.

"Oh Lincoln, I'm so sorry little dude." Luna said, squeezing him. She felt tiny tears welling in her eyes. She held them back. "I should be stronger. I'm your big sister, I— I should protect you from being preyed upon, but instead I took advantage of you." A tear streamed down her cheek. "That wasn't cool."

Luna tightened her grip on Lincoln. Lincoln timidly hugged her back, but wasn't too sure how to respond. He wanted to comfort her. After all, he had felt the same way about the incident.

"It's okay, Luna. Really. Maybe it shouldn't have happened but — well, I was taking advantage of you, too." Lincoln switched from comforting to genuine fragility. "I was really afraid you would hate me after what happened."

"Hate you!?" Luna shot up, and moved back to look Lincoln in the eye. Her eyes were filled with tears. "I could never hate you, little bro. I love you. More than anyone. You're second to none, bro."

Lincoln was glad to hear that. They hugged, this time reciprocally, with each head on the other's shoulder. Despite making a mistake, it seemed like they could go on to be brother and sister again. Clyde was right, they just needed to talk and hug it out. Lincoln hugged Luna as tightly as he could. Luna didn't seem distant to him now. In fact, Lincoln feels closer to her than ever before. Lincoln had always been closer to Luna than any of his other sisters, and the moment they shared in the shower seemed to have solidified that closeness. If they could overcome this, they could overcome everything.

"I love you too, Luna." As your brother, Lincoln had wanted to add, and he wasn't sure why he didn't. As they hugged, it felt comforting, and everything felt right. Like things were how they should be. As he held her now, and as she held him, it felt like nothing could ever separate them. Luna placed one hand on top of Lincoln's head, and started gently stroking his white hair. She nestled her face against his.

"Lincoln..."

After a few seconds, Luna released Lincoln from her hug, and gently pushed him back in his bed. Lincoln didn't offer any resistance. Slowly, she climbed on top of him, like a big cat stalking prey. Lincoln laid still, stiff as a board.

"Uh, L— Luna?" Lincoln was filled with intense anxiety about what was about to happen.

Luna's gaze lingered on Lincoln's handsome young face. He had always seemed so pure to her, but in the shower this morning, her little brother turned out to be just as aroused by her as she by him. He was just like her. It was as if all her secret dreams had come true at once. It drove her mad with lust — a lust she couldn't control.

Lincoln saw Luna's face contort in the same way it had this morning. The same face that had been replaying in his head all day, screaming his name in ecstasy. It caught him off guard. Where had it come from? Had he done something to arouse his sister? Was he leading her on? Lincoln answered Luna's lustful gaze with one of confusion.

They stared at each other in silence. The tension was palpable, and seemed magnetic. Lincoln was afraid to repeat the mistake of this morning, but the situation was different now. This time, Luna was definitely the one initiating it — right? He couldn't bring himself to stir and stop his sister. All he had to do now was let it happen. But — was that what he wanted? Lincoln had never had a girl come onto him before, and all of his hormones were begging him to let it happen. In his mind, a tiny angelic Lincoln was telling him to be a good brother, and to stop it before it went too far. At the same time, a tiny devilish Lincoln told him to just look at his sisters sinful face and body. "You know you want it," the devil said to him.

Luna placed a hand on the side of Lincoln's face, and softly caressed the tragus of his ear with her index finger. This caused Lincoln to involuntary open his mouth and exhale shakily. The insides of Lina's eyebrows pointed up, and gave her a helpless expression. Her face drew very close to Lincoln, and their eye contact remained unbroken.

"Oh bro, I'm a bad sister..."

To Lincoln, this was unequivocally false. He loved her. He felt like he had to make that clear. Now the angel and devil were both telling him to make sure his sister felt loved and accepted.

"Luna..." Lincoln cracked a genuine, loving smile. "You're the best sister."

Luna's eyes opened widely. Best sister? Tears welled in her eyes. "Bro..." Her lustful gaze subsided, and made way for a genuine teary-eyed smile. "O, Lincoln. That's all I ever wanted — to be your favourite sister. I love you, little bro."

Lincoln was glad to have somehow defused the situation. It seems he hit a sensitive chord within her. Either way, he was glad to see Luna smile as widely as she did.

"I love you too, sis."

At the sound af that, Luna felt happier than she knew what to do with. Without thinking, she started kissing Lincoln. This greatly startled Lincoln. It took him completely off-guard. However, the soft and warm lips of his sister soon made him stop overthinking the situation. Suddenly, he didn't think at all. He could only direct his attention to Luna's warm, inviting mouth on his. What started out as a timid peck, soon turned into intense making out. Their tongues danced the dance of forbidden lust, as it poured over them like tidal waves. When Luna moved her head away, her face was filled with lust once more, but hopelessness had made way for determination. As fast as she could, she tore the t-shirt off her body and launched in on the floor.

"Oh bro, your big sister will do anything for you." She leaned in to lick his neck, and moved her hand from his face to start stroking him through his underwear. She whispered into the nape of his neck to make sure he understood: "Anything."

Lincoln was overwhelmed with shock, but even more so by arousal. Seeing Luna naked again put him in the same trance that he had been in this morning. Suddenly, there was no more angel or devil within him, there was only his desire for Luna. He craved her now, in the way he didn't dare to crave her before. Lincoln could only helplessly moan his sister's name in encouragement, as she hastened to remove his underwear. Sitting on top of her brother without underwear had already excited her more than was necessary. She had already been driven to madness. She needed him, now!

Instincts took over in both of them. Lust drove them to go faster, ever faster. They craved togetherness. Quick, quicker. There was no more turning back. Only forward. Only now. Only them.

"Oh god, Lincoln!"

"Luna!"

"Say it! Say I'm the best sister!"

"Ah! You're the best sister! The best!"

"Oh! Oh, Lincoln! Take me, Lincoln!"

...

After a while, Luna collapses on top of her brother, panting heavily. She nestles her head in Lincoln's chest, and caresses his neck with her hand.

"I love you, bro," she whispers weakly.

As Lincoln rests his head on his pillow out of pure exhaustion. He cannot enjoy the moment long, as he sees from the corner of his eye that his bedroom door is slightly ajar. Suddenly, fear and doubt infect his mind. What is someone heard them? Lincoln looks up to the door, and sees a figure lurking in the shadows. Before Lincoln can see who or what it is, the figure has slipped away in the darkness. Someone was watching!?

"Uh, Luna, you should really get back to your bedroom. Luan will get suspicious." It was a half-baked excuse to get her out of him room.

Luna, half-asleep, creaked out a sound in protest, and clung closer to her brother.

"Lucy, seriously."

"Damn bro... you're right."

Luna clumsily climbs off of her brother, and puts her t-shirt back on. Lincoln's eyes linger at Luna's intoxicating figure while she dresses, and sees how it barely gets covered by the fabric. He sees some of him seeping out of her, dripping along her soft thigh. Before she leaves, she clumsily turns around, and gives her brother a kiss.

"Good night, Bro."

Sex-drunk, she stumbles out of his room into the dark hallway. As she leaves, Lincoln lies in bed conflicted. The sex with Luna was indescribably amazing, but he can't help but fear they were caught in the act. Was there someone watching in the door opening? Had he imagined it? Fuck!