Greetings,
This is a small writing that I made based on an image, which is the full version of the image used as the cover
Image credits to the artist El Chasconsito
Loud Family Home, Main Room
The place that housed the only functional television in the house, omitting computers or mobile devices, therefore, it used to be a site of war when it was time to choose a program, but at times it remained neutral ground, especially when the sisters Loud were in their hobbies or in their respective rooms on the second floor
The latter was the case that day, none of them had any pending program to watch and those who might be interested were playing with each other or distracted with other activities
That lapse of peace gave the only son of the family a slight hope that he could enjoy a moment alone playing video games, he had already had a couple of failed attempts when the twins of the family, Lola and Lana, demanded his attention. immediately, in a somewhat strange way, hitting their butts on the boy's cheek, who had conflicting thoughts enjoying that sensation, especially from Lola, whose modeling activities forced her to be in good physical condition, which had derived on a firm and shapely butt
The boy shook his head, shaking off that thought and held the control of the console, he could finally have fun, at least that was the intention until a sudden appearance
- Hi Lincoln -
A small cry escaped the lips of the young albino, surprised and scared by the presence of Lucy, who somehow managed to get there without being seen and get under his legs, the fright made him let go of the control of the console, which fell near the legs of his goth younger sister. As usual, Lincoln tried to discover the mystery of Lucy's surprise appearances, but he didn't get an answer, then he asked for her control, but she had other plans...
How had things turned out that way? Couldn't a boy play video games in the few moments of free time he had in the day?
These were a couple of questions that went through Lincoln's head before he gave up, Lucy would not let him take control so that he could play his video game, not until she had finished narrating all her new and extensive poem
She made her point when she forced the boy's legs to cross over his shoulders, Lucy even laying her head on Lincoln's crotch area. Sensing that, the young albino was grateful that his little sister wasn't pointing her head in that direction or things would get awkward pretty quickly
As the girl spoke, Lincoln made an effort to give her the attention she asked for, closing his eyes to better concentrate, trying to clear any thoughts foreign to how soft the touch of his little sister's hands felt, even through the pants getting in the way. , or rather protecting him
- Lincoln -
The girl's voice echoed in his head, it sounded so close to him, almost like she was facing him, and suddenly the boy felt a weight on her body. Lincoln opened his eyes and noticed that the weight was due to Lucy, who was now sitting in front of him
- Lucy, what are you doing? -
asked the confused boy
- You are not paying attention to me, I must take drastic measures -
Added Lucy, with her usual low tone of voice
- Drastic measures? -
He asked again, worried that he had misunderstood those words.
His goth little sister extended her arms, surrounding the boy's neck and she approached his face, Lincoln swallowed hard, the world for him passed in slow motion and his eyes focused on Lucy's parted lips, the inevitable thought crossed his mind and immediately reason and instinct came into conflict, while reason told him that this was morally wrong, instinct had already prepared his lips to accept what seemed to be a tempting offer
However, this event did not occur, the vision of the world returned to its normal speed when Lucy's path deviated, and the little goth brought her face to Lincoln's right ear
- I'll narrate the rest of the poem in your ear, so you can't ignore me -
Feelings of relief and sadness flowed in equal parts from within Lincoln, whose internal conflict made him ignore the fact that he had the opportunity to move Lucy at any time.
His little sister continued speaking, with a tone so low that it seemed like a whisper, but because of the proximity he heard each word clearly, and even despite that, very few words of that poem were captured by the boy, his conflict returned with more force.
The warm breath of the little goth girl, her body heat, the weight and the position they were in were, as the poem said, a torment that afflicted him, the temptation of the full moon called him, inviting him to immerse himself in what deepest of the night; and then the other side came, the reason being the feeling of the werewolf who would seek the light of tomorrow where he was human, and not the brightness of the Moon where he would submerge himself in his most instinctive desires
Without him realizing it, the reason began to give ground in two important scenarios, the first was when the boy's arms went around the little goth's back, who felt this as a gesture of affection and indicating that she would receive full attention. of his dear older brother; the second was when a growing bulge in Lincoln's pants came into contact with the girl's body, rubbing her intimate area barely covered by a pair of thin cloth garments, Lucy did not take long to connect the dots and understand what was happening. going on, what she was provoking in her brother
The poem stopped and Lincoln gulped, not even the man with the plan could properly come up with an excuse that wouldn't make him look like a pervert, and a whole chain of negative consequences began to fall in his mind like dominoes, he was lost
That's what Lincoln thought, until Lucy resumed the narration of her poem as if nothing had happened, the boy was confused, it was evident that his little sister had noticed the situation, even if she came to have mercy on him so as not to give him away, and treat him like a pervert, he didn't understand why she chose to continue, there was no one around to need to keep up appearances so as not to raise suspicions or something
Again, key words in the poem echoed in the boy's brain, the werewolf torn between two options, a card from the Sun offering to cure his curse and restore mortality, and a card from the Moon tempting him with her brilliance and a promise of eternity if he accepted the darkness in his soul
- I need help with the end of the poem -
Lucy's voice and her warm breath continued to crash into Lincoln's ear, although a slight change in the tone of her voice marked the end of the narration.
- Edwin accepted the immortality of the night, should the werewolf follow in his footsteps, or give in to the light -
The question sounded innocent, similar to those times when Lucy asked Lincoln for help with some of her poems, even so, deep down, the boy felt that this question did not have those intentions.
Lucy released the grip of her arms around Lincoln's neck and moved her head, leaving her face a few inches from Lincoln's face, her hands slid down his neck and ended up on the boy's cheeks
- What should the werewolf do, accept the light of the Sun or the temptation of the Moon? -
Lincoln looked carefully at his little sister, his response to Lucy's request would be the answer that would put an end to that internal debate
The boy swallowed saliva, every fiber in his being asked for it with such force that he felt about to explode, with the impulse of his arms he broke the barrier of the few centimeters that separated his lips and Lucy's, Lincoln would give in to his wishes deeper without caring about the consequences, although, these impulses did not come only from the boy, Lucy returned to surround his neck with her arms and returned that forbidden kiss
A kiss that marked the beginning of a forbidden path that both would travel from that moment
