Lacy Loud lived in her mother's shadow.
At least, that's how it looked to everyone but Lacy.
Lynn Loud Jr., current head of athletics at Royal Woods Community College (and the top candidate to coach the University of Michigan gender-neutral football team in the 2043-44 season) was a living legend in Royal Woods. She took her team to the state championships three times during her high school career, set multiple records, and got her picture in the papers as far south as Detroit. She was captain of the football team, voted most likely to succeed, and occupied a seat of honor on the biggest and best floats in every parade for almost fifteen years. The high school's new gym (built in 2031) was named after her, and the MVP of every Royal Woods football game was given the hyper prestigious Lynn Loud Jr. Award of Excellence. Mom ate for free in every restaurant in town, and even today, she couldn't walk down the street without people high fiving her, asking for her autograph, or calling out, "Hey, Champ!"
After graduating high school, she played for the University of Michigan as a quarterback, and was the first (and so far, only) woman to play on the all male U of M football team before it was integrated in 2035. She didn't do quite as well at college ball, but she did set records and carry her team to victory more than once. For a while, she was in every newspaper from Maine to California and her face was all over SportsCenter on ESPN. In her post college days, she wore a regular column for the ESPN website and filled in as guest host on a couple of their shows from time to time. The NFL was talking about integrating its teams by 2050 and it was a foregone conclusion that Lynn Loud would wind up coaching one of them.
What would come after Mom's ten or so seasons as an NFL coach? Probably a commentating position on Monday Night Football, licensing deals, commercials, video games bearing her name, and a long tenure as the spokeswoman for Tough Actin' Tinactin. You know, the whole John Madden treatment. Mom was still super young, and if she kept in top physical shape for the rest of her life (which seemed like a possibility), she would be around for decades still. People in the future would know her from her commercials and never know that fifty years before, she was a football coach who won ten Superbowls in a row.
But anyway, in other words, Mom had led a charmed life that no fan fiction Mary Sue could hope to approximate.
Then there was Lacy.
Honestly…Lacy didn't care about sports that much. Sure, football and basketball and stuff was fun to play with friends on a long and winding Saturday afternoon, but that was pretty much it. She got bored after five minutes of watching it on TV and hated sports games. She wanted to do stuff in games that she could never do in real life, like blow up cops and fight orcs. She could go toss a ball at a rim any time she felt like it; she literally had both at her disposal.
Despite being a huge sports fanatic herself, Mom never pressured her into playing sports. "Whatever you want to do, I'll support you," Mom told her. That didn't mean she didn't come with that sports bs though, because she totally did. It was like…let's say you have a baby boy. You go to the store to buy him some toys. What do you get? Cars and stuff. With a girl, you get her Barbies and pink junk. That's just what it was. To Mom, sports was the end all, be all, so when she went clothes shopping for Lacy, she'd pick up jerseys and tee shirts for NFL teams without even thinking about it. She wasn't trying to subtly tell Lacy anything, sports was just so deeply ingrained in her consciousness.
Lacy didn't mind it, though. Jerseys were okay and she liked a lot of the NFL logos, even if she wasn't crazy about the actual game of football.
A lot of people assumed that Lacy wanted to be just like her Mom and couldn't quite live up to expectations, or that she couldn't do her own thing because she was overshadowed by her mother, but that's not how Lacy felt at all. Lynn Loud Jr. was her own person, and Lacy Loud was her own person. That was about the long and short of it. No friction or tension here, just a mother and daughter doing their own things and living their own separate lives.
As Lacy got older, however, she became aware of the perception of her as poor little Lacy, trapped under the weight of her more famous and capable mother. She didn't like it. In fact, it pissed her off. People treated her differently because of it, like they pitied her or something. For a lot of them, every time they saw Lacy, it was all about Mom. How's your mom? You're your mother's daughter; going out for sports like your mom? Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom. She didn't want to be her mom. She didn't want to be the complete opposite of her mom either. She just wanted to be Lacy and not have Mom rubbed in her face every ten seconds. Was that really so hard to ask?
The straw that broke the camel's back came on a sunny September afternoon two weeks after the start of school. Lacy was sitting at one of the cafeteria tables in the airy, sunlit courtyard when her half sister Gloom walked over, dressed in a red and yellow cheerleader's outfit. The striped skirt clung way up her knee and the sweater vest thingie stretched tight across her ample bosom. She wore her yellow socks pulled up her ankles and her signature headband with a little red bow.
Gloom was one of the many Loud kids who wasn't a "full Loud." That is, she wasn't born of incest. A lot of the full-blooded Louds looked down on half-breeds like Gloom, which was stupid, but imbreds trip over the dumbest shit, so whatever. Gloom sat down across from Lacy. "I just made the cheer team."
"Cool," Lacy said.
The gym teacher just happened to be passing by. He stopped and said, "You should try out, Loud, make your mother proud."
That touched a nerve with Lacy and her eye started to twitch. One near mental breakdown later, Lacy decided to prove to everyone that she was her own woman and to make a name for herself…by becoming a cheerleader. Hey. at least it was different from playing, and if she did well enough, people would finally stop busting her ovaries about being in her mom's shadow. In hindsight, maybe going into cheerleading, which was kind of a sport. Wasn't the best way to assert her independence, but she wanted a quick and easy way to set herself apart from her mother, and it was either that or try out for the football team, and she really wasn't into being sacked and tackled and stuff.
She tried out, and thanks to the gymnastics classes she'd taken when she was a little girl, she had enough decent moves to make the team.
That's where the fun began.
Some people are lithe and limber and can do anything with their bodies. Some people are like that stretch guy from the Fantastic Four. Other people are stiff and can barely do anything. Lacy kind of fell into the latter category. She could do stuff, but she discovered that her body needed to warm up like a jalopy on a cold winter's morning first. If she didn't do some warm up exercises first, she would get major cramps and fall over in pain. Even warming up was difficult. Sometimes she'd pull a muscle or tear something, and then limp for the next week.
She figured she'd have to practice more.
Every afternoon, she and Gloom would meet in Lacy's backyard and practice their routine. Gloom was really good with flips and high kicks. Lacy wasn't as good but tried really hard. Each time they met for their practice, Lemy, their brother, would watch from the bushes. He didn't think Lacy knew but she totally did. At first, she was kind of creeped out, but she soon began to like having an audience. The hazy look in his eyes and the deep blush across his face was arousing, and knowing that he was lusting for her, wanting her body more than he wanted anything else, turned her on to no end.
She went through her routine with him in mind, making sure to move her hips and shake her butt enticingly. After a while, she contrived to start flashing him. Her cheer skirt had a piece of fabric that covered the crotch. She cut it out and wore tight little panties that pinched her butt and pussy. She was aware of Lemy's eyes gobbling her up and she delighted in his desire. One day, at school, she caught him staring at her from across the cafeteria, and when he realized she had noticed him, he quickly looked away. "What are you looking at?" Gloom asked.
"Lemy," Lacy said with a dreamy little sigh. She propped her face in her upturned palm and stared down at her tray. She couldn't say she had a crush on Lemy because she didn't, but she did think he was kind of cute, in an ugly dog sort of way. He had been working odd jobs for people around town - shoveling snow and mowing lawns mostly - and his arms had taken on an unmistakable definition. The muscles along his forearms flexed and strained when he lifted things, and Lacy imagined he could rub a mean clit.
What did he look like underneath those grody ripped jeans and that dirty, dusty vest? She bet he had a six pack. She'd always wanted to touch a guy's six pack…with her tongue, booo-yah. How big was his thing? She had only ones in porn but knew that guys in those kinds of movies were unnaturally well hung. She really wanted to see a real, live cock…and maybe put it in her mouth too. She had never sucked dick before but she already knew that she would love it. She masturbated to porn videos where girls sucked dick all the time.
"Earth to Lacy," Gloom said.
Lacy shook her head. "Huh?"
"I said you must really like him."
Lacy shrugged. "He's okay, I just, you know…"
"He makes you horny, huh?" Gloom asked and batted her eyelashes.
"No!" Lacy blurted. "Well…yeah, kind of."
"You're going through puberty," Gloom said. "You're gonna be horny a lot. I am too." She turned to look at Lemy and squinted to see him better. "He's not bad. I'd let him eat my ass."
Lacy was shocked into laughter. "Gloom," she said. She had never heard Gloom talk like that.
"It's true," Gloom said with a little shrug.
"Has a boy ever done that to you?" Lacy asked.
A look of sadness crossed Gloom's face. "No," she said. No one ever pays me in gum. "I haven't done anything yet."
The dejection in her voice matched what Lacy herself was feeling, and they shared a sigh. The idea of just going over to Lemy, grabbing him by the front of his shirt, and dragging him away for a little brother/sister time didn't occur to either one of them. They both had a problem but they weren't quite ready to address it just yet. Look, it's one thing to think about sex and to want sex, but another thing entirely to go out there and take it. As much as Lacy wanted to taste the sweet nectar of underage delights, she was kind of nervous too. She had heard horror stories about how a girl's first time hurt. And what if Lemy was really small? What if he was limp? What if her pussy stank? There were a thousand little reasons that even if she had thought to be so forthright, she wouldn't have been.
The same went for Lemy.
Like his two buxom sisters, Lemy was filled with hormones that consumed and commanded his attention. His life had basically turned into that old Lonely Island song "Jizz in My Pants." He didn't bust a nut every time the wind blew, but he sure popped a fucking woody. That boy couldn't do shit without getting hard. He even got hard eating breakfast, and there's nothing sexual about your mom's burnt ass bacon and runny eggs. The worst part was having to hunch over to hide his stiffler from everyone and worrying himself sick that they'd see it anyway and rag on him. Google told him that the length of his beef frank was entirely normal, so he wasn't afraid of people thinking he was small, but c'mon, if you get caught walking around with wood, everyone automatically thinks you're some kind of sick pervert. Granted, he was as pervy as any boy his age, but he wasn't extra with it or anything. Honestly, he could think about the big math test and start splitting his seams.
It kinda sucked.
While he told himself that he wasn't a perv, he totally was. Every afternoon he crouched in the bushes to watch Gloom and Lacy do their cheer routine. A couple times, he got so bothered and hot that he whipped out his Johnson and stroked it until he struck oil. Their tight butts, long legs, and perky breasts lured him back again and again, and even though he tried to stop himself, he was powerless to break the spell they had cast over him.
One afternoon in early October, he slipped into the bush and hunkered down to await their arrival. At 4'o'clock sharp, they came out the back door in their sexy little cheerleader outfits and carrying yellow poms in their hands. They went to the middle of the yard, sat the poms down, and started stretching. Lacy bent at the waist, and her skirt pulled up to reveal the bottom of her pale, freckled ass. The air left Lemy in a rush and his dick shot up like a fucking beanstalk. Gloom did some jumping jacks, and the bounce of her tig ol' biddies hypnotized him. He bit his bottom lip and pushed branches aside with his hands so that he had an unobstructed view.
Lacy kicked one leg, and in a flash, she was on the ground, holding her knee like she was doing The Cramo. "Cramp!" she cried. "Ow! Ow! Ow!"
Gloom walked over and tried to help Lacy up, but her back gave out with an audible crack and she, too, dropped to the ground. "My back! Oh, God, these giant jugs are gonna cripple me one day!" They both rolled back and forth in the grass, and Lemy's pee pee shriveled up. Hey. man, seeing girls in pain wasn't how he got his kicks.
He was about to dip out when Lacy called his name. "I know you're in that bush! Help us!"
Horror filled him. Oh, shit.
"Please help!" Gloom called.
Lemy considered slithering away on his stomach like a snake, but his compassionate side won out and he went to help them instead. He grabbed Lacy's hands and pulled her to a sitting position; her wounded leg jutted out in front of her, straight and smooth and begging to be touched. He helped Gloom to her feet, and she bent heavily forward like a dead animatron waiting to be started up for the day. "You okay?" he asked her.
"My back is, like, out of line or something," she said. "Help me put it back."
"How?" Lemy asked. "I'm not a doctor."
"I don't know, just put your hands on my hips and pull me back."
Put his hands…on her wide, shapely, childbearing hips? Fuckin' A! But what came after that? He couldn't just stand there and feel her up all day.
An idea occurred to him and he took her hips in his hands. She jumped a little in surprise and her butt brushed against his crotch.
Guess what happened.
If you answered "Lemy's dick went from zero to sixty and poked Gloom's butt through her skirt," you're absolutely correct. Gloom jumped again and let out a shockled squeal. "What's that?"
Lemy swallowed thickly. "It's, uh…"
"Nevermind," Gloom said, "just pop my back."
"But -"
"Do it!"
Gripping her fleshy hips, he pulled her against him like he was doing the Heimlich Maneuver. His dick mashed against her center and she let out a gasp. He started to let her go, but she stopped him. "Do it again."
"But -"
"Just do it."
Obeying, Lemy yanked her backward again. His boner slipped under her skirt and prodded her again. This time, she let out a breathy sigh. "Ummm," she said.
Was she…into it?
It sure sounded like it!
He did it again, and Gloom threw her head back, her hair filling his face. He began to move his hips back and forth, and she threw her butt back against his thrusts. A dark pink blush spread across her cheeks and her closed eyelids fluttered; tiny gasps escaped between her slightly parted lips and her body jerked every time his dick pressed into her. Lemy ran his hands up and down her flanks, relishing the soft feeling of her body. He took a big whiff of her hair and jammed himself against her; her butt pinched him through her panties and his jeans, and he came this close to jizzing his jeans.
He would have if Gloom hadn't pulled away. She was shaky and panting, her knees quivering as though they were suddenly turned to rubber. "Okay," she said, "m-my back feels better." Lemy realized that she and Lacy were both staring at his crotch with hungry eyes, and he looked down at his boner: It made a huge tent in the front of his pants.
His first instinct was to over it, but the way they were looking at it excited him.
Like they were enjoying it.
"Lemy," Lacy said, "I still need help."
"With what?" Lemy asked.
She nodded to her leg.
Lemy sat Indian style on the ground and she laid her leg across his lap. "Massage the cramp away," she said. She shook her foot enticingly. Lemy tentatively touched her leg, and his boner gave a mighty twitch. Lacy craned her neck to see it better and clamped her bottom lip between her teeth. "Go on," she said.
Okay then,.
Just play it cool, Lemy told himself.
He cupped Lacy's leg and stroked his hands up and down its length. Her face instantly flushed and she wetted her lips with her tongue. He reached the hem of her skirt and then moved down to the top of her sock, his fingertips kissing her warm skin and tracing the outline of her toned muscles. "Higher," she purred.
Lemy went higher, his thumbs kneading her knee,
"Higher."
The swell of her thigh.
"Higher," she urged. Her fingers dug into the ground and her head tilted back, her chest thrusting out. Shaking and so hard he felt like he was going to bust a blood vessel, Lemy slipped his hands under her skirt, where it was dark and warm. Her wet heat enfolded him and he started to breathe heavily. He moved his hands up and down her thigh, gathering the courage to go higher, higher still, until he grazed her velveteen mound of her fevered lips.
Lacy wound up on her back and Lemy lay on his side next to her, his hand massaging her swollen pussy. His fingers dipped between her sticky folds, and Lemy sucked a sharp intake of breath through his teeth. American Pie said that pussy felt just like warm apple pie, and it wasn't kidding. Her body was hot and wet and when his middle finger sank into her, her back arched off the ground. She spread her thighs for him and planted her heels in the ground, her face a crimson mask and her lips sparkling with dew.
"Uh, guys?" Gloom asked. They both whipped their heads around and glared at her. "We should really be practicing."
There was an evil glint in her eye.
Practicing, quote unquote.
Lacy and Lemy looked at each other.
They were both down.
First, Gloom stretched out next to Lacy and Lemy maasaged both of her legs as he had with Lacy, then knelt behind her and did the same to her shoulders. She rolled her head and drank tiny sips of air. Lemy's hands trembled and he leaned in to sniff her clean smelling hair. He kissed her earlobe and her breath caught. "That's not practicing," she admonished breathily. He couldn't help himself; he kissed the side of her neck. "Neither is that…but it feels good."
He switched to Lacy and rubbed her back. She wasn't as self controlled as Gloom, and as he massaged her, she turned her head to the side and they kissed. Neither knew exactly what they were doing so they just wound up lapping each other's tongues like a couple of dogs. When she and Gloom were all warmed up, they got to their feet and Lemy helped them practice their exercises. Lacy kicked her leg straight up in the air and leaned back against Lemy for support. He held her hip in one hand and rubbed the spot between her thighs with the other. She threw her back and he kissed the side of her neck, loving the way she shivered.
Gloom bent over and Lemy stood behind her, holding her hips and grinding himself against her underwear. Slowly, she stood up straight, and he snaked his hands around her hips, dipping one into her panties. She was even hotter than Lacy.
Stretching out, he let Lacy practice her splits on his cock while Gloom stood on her hands over him, just close enough that they could flick each other's tongues. Next, they knelt on opposite sides of him and unzipped his jeans. When his cock sprang out like a massive pink cyclops, they both gasped. "It's so big," Gloom said.
"And meaty," Lacy grinned. She touched it and laughed at the way it twitched. She ran her fingertips along its length, then wrapped them around it and stroked. Gloom cupped his balls and smiled like she was really enjoying it.
"I kind of want to put it in my mouth," she said.
God, please, yes.
"Do it," Lacy said. She rested her hands on her knees and watched intently like a horny girl at an X-rated peep show.
Brushing her hair behind her ear, Gloom leaned over and took Lemy slowly into her mouth. The feeling of her hot saliva coating his shaft, and of her tongue caressing his head, made Lemy's back bend. Lacy watched, and after a minute, she shoved Gloom away and took her place. Her head bobbed enthusiastically up and down. She was a little rough but it felt fucking amazing.
Gloom got on her hands and knees and bent until she was almost touching the ground. Lemy gripped her hips and eased himself into her. His cock spread her walls and she tightened around him, making both of them moan. She panted and gritted her teeth and he began to move back and forth, his head raking her walls. Sne bowed her head, grabbed handfuls of grass, and muttered a mixture of prayers and curses. He was much bigger than she expected and she was having trouble adjusting to his girth. Finally, she tapped the ground like a wrestler submitting to his foe. "Take it out."
As soon as he did, Lacy pounced him. She pushed him back against the ground and sat in his lap. She pressed her hands to his chest, aligned their sexes, and jerked herself down, taking him all the way to the hilt. Her eyes bulged and her face turned bright red, and for a moment, all she could do was twitch like a dying bug. Not one to be deterred, she didn't give up. She lifted herself up and then lowered herself onto his dick, her rippling walls stroking his prick like wet satin. He held her hips and thrusted upward, knocking tiny, high pitched grunts from her throat. He slid his hands under her shirt and kneaded her tits. Her nipples were stiff and her breasts quivering like jelly. She bounced harder and faster, taking him deep to the opening of her womb, and Lemy tried to think about baseball to keep from cumming.
It was hard to think about anything but the sexy girl on top of him and -
Whoops.
Too late. His dick swelled and he gave into his climax. Cum shot from his tip like Old Faithful and flooded into Lacy's stomach. She froze, bucked against him, and came with a violent shudder. She looked like a keg of gunpowder ready to blow and Lemy expected her to burst.
When it was finished, they all lay side by side, panting. "You and I need to practice more," Gloom said to Lemy.
"I wanna practice my BJ skills," Lacy said.
They both cuddled up to him and Lemy grinned to himself.
He had a feeling he was going to love helping these girls practice.