A/N: I was extremely inspired to get this chapter as fast as I could and this time, my promise is fulfilled. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: The Loud House belongs to Nickelodeon and I do not make any money writing this fic.
Summary: It all began with an innocent look that soared the sporty girl and the man with the plan down a path not meant for them to take together, searing their hearts under siege. LynnColn
Siege of Hearts
Chapter 10
Tussle.
Ugh…..hmmmm?
The sporty girl groaned at the sudden uneven shifting of the bed she was lying on. Sighing she stared as Lincoln inserted himself into the heavy bed comforter not being too subtle in his movements, his hand coming into contact with something warm and soft, he almost jumped to the ceiling as her hand came and brushed his own off with a grunt.
"Watch it Loud." Her groggy voice grunted in protest. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, the pale moonlight providing her with an outline of his body still on his underwear, shimming it back into bed with a tired sigh, looking at anything but her. Concern overcame her exhausted mind, her head lifting off the pillow to look firmly at him.
"Linky?" She called out, whispering to which the boy acknowledged her with a frail look of his eyes before he looked aside. Beyond concerned, her palm cupped his warmth cheek, enjoying the sharp intake of electricity through their brief contact. "What's wrong?"
She was more surprised at how he jumped if he had been burned, lifting a hand to smack her hand away just like she had automatically done a few moments ago but it fell down to the bed, his cheek nuzzling her warm palm, making her smile.
"I can't sleep." He admitted with another elusive stare, deeply annoying her.
"It is because of what happened today with Ronnie Anne?"
Her only answer was silence, for a long time, his eyes stared at the ceiling, contemplating today's events all the while Lynn stared, forcing herself to tolerate it instead of beating the answer out of him like her subconscious had told her.
"No." He finally spoke. "Look, tomorrow…good night Lynn." He said to his girlfriend, who had tried not to nod off through the silence, though a light tap on his chest, he opened his eyes once more.
"C'mon…" She protested, laying her head on his chest, his hand automatically stroking her hair softly, a soft sigh escaping her lips.
"Well, no…this is…uh…different." He stammered, mentally kicking himself for his lack of confidence in these matters. In reality what happened today while painful and disbelieving was not the true motive why sleep was elusive today, the answer was quite literally lying to his side and her name was Lynn. Her eyes were peeled and expectant of an answer.
Steeling his resolve he sighed. "I…" He choked on his own words earning her immediate attention, lifting her head to look at him, the proximity of their face made him shiver, hot breath puffing at his neck. He was trembling, fighting a losing battle and his body knew it well, all the elements conspiring for what was currently happening under the comforter. Her natural fragrance of lilacs and the alluring smell of her hair was driving him mad, not realizing at first that he took a big whiff of her hair, his member twitching again in his underwear. He jumped in disbelief, surprising the sportsgirl.
She eyed him over as he trembled, his body doing times, looking aside again. Her hand felt down his body, as he gasped, his skin twisting as he recoiled with a jump. His heart was beating like a drum, breath coming off in hot waves.
"Please stop." He implored her, weakly pushing her aside but she wasn't known as Lynn Fucking Loud for no goddamn reason, even if his evasive demeanor put her at the edge of her limit.
She groaned. "Jesus Christ Linc." She threw her hands up in frustration, her annoyance mixing with her exhaustion into a deadly and volatile cocktail. "Can you man up and tell me?"
"I got a stiffy okay? Happy?" He tilted his head in embarrassment, trying his best to disappear within his bed.
His response was clearly something she didn't expected and it woke her up immediately, her mind processing his words. Before she could help herself, she pushed him off her, taking her pillow and snorting with laughter, her legs wildly shaking as she guffawed, smacking the mattress with the other hand. The white haired boy stared in disbelief, groaning in frustration as she smacked him on the arm.
"It's not funny." He threw her an annoying glare and if only that amused her even more.
He sighed.
The sportsgirl closed her mouth as another wave of giggles threatened to escape her but as their eyes locked, she couldn't help it and laughed again.
"Please stop…this is all your fault."
Those words eased her laugh into a disbelieving chuckle.
"HA…AH, gaaaghs-how is this fault that your junk decided to take a night stroll?" She snickered as he groaned in annoyance. "Why didn't you go to the bathroom to jack it?"
"…."
She stared at him as he tried to generate an answer. Looking down she could see the outline of his hands trying his best to cover his wheelie with a grunt of embarrassment. This was certainly not how he had wanted to pass the night and she could sympathize with him, however she had wanted another girl and boy night and was better than this one? He was certainly rising for the occasion.
"I walked in the basement more than once and…I don't want to do that in the restroom, thank you very much, I could awake everyone and then my whole family would know I'm a pervert." He hissed as his tool throbbed once more, not daring to do anything with Lynn just beside him, not trusting himself.
At her younger brother's pained expression, she felt the sudden need to take care of him. She sensually lifted an eyebrow.
"Hey." She called for him, a finger tracing his jaw, his features hardening, fighting the pleasure that heated up his skin as her soft finger traced his chin, joined with three more, tracing down his neck, paying close attention as his Adam apple bobbed a few times, the pleasure trip not ending with her hand, moving to his chest, cupping the skin on his pale chest producing a sharp intake of breath.
"Lynn…"
She suppressed his words with a single digit to his lips, her hand never stopping caressing and while he was obviously ashamed of the reactions of his body from her touch, he couldn't bring himself to stop her; completely allured by the way she was touching him. She removed the comforter that was getting in her way, her hand cupping the faint line of his flat and soft stomach, enjoying the way the skin trembled and danced for her. It was like a mixed dance of pain and pleasure, the raw bruises still leaving an uncomfortable sting of pain but they were immediately cooled by the heat wave that seeped into his skin every time his sister touched him. A hum of pleasure tore from his throat as her fingers caressed his lower stomach, her other hand taking possession of the elastic band of his victory briefs, the boy never noticing it, too enthralled by her hot touch until he felt them being tugged down his thighs and the rush of cold air on his exposed privates, Lynn catching a glimpse of his erect cock, a ragged breath hissed from her mouth.
His eyes shot up wide as saucers, his hand immediately going to his underwear, pulling it up.
"Lynn…No…I…what are you doing?"
She returned his gaze with a bold smirk that showed no regrets whatsoever in her actions. His lips trembled in uncertainty from the surprising deed, feeling as her fingers once more took possession of his underwear.
"It's not like I haven't seen it before…we used to take baths together. "She commented dryly, her fingers venturing further than the barrier established for siblings, hopping off it, a single digit hesitating before she made contact with the tip of his bulge. Lincoln visually shuddered in pleasure, the contact making him even harder; his sister keenly feeling it expand at the single contact, her finger lingering before it was joined by another, pressing it at the hilt. He exhaled throwing the cutest little moan she had ever heard from him and that sent a jolt of pleasure into her core, getting wet from the sheer pleasure of the control she had over him…with just two fingers. She growled in ecstasy just imagining how he would get when she used her whole hand and some more, visually salivating.
"L-L-L-Lynn…agh…" A haze of pleasure blinded him to everything but the touch of his sister, his brain articulating a response, barely functioning as it was. "When…Mmmmmm…when we were kids and my p-p-p-penis was never…ahhh like this." He hissed through clenched teeth, feeling her hand building pressure on his log, using her forefinger and ring finger to slightly stroke him, her thumb running in circles around the tip of his bulge. He growled, not daring to move her hand away, welcoming the hot attention from his sister, panting unashamedly. Her thumb eased its movement when she felt the ever growing stain of his underwear coat her finger, ceasing the motions of her hand, bringing her thumb closer to her face. The fluid was hot and sticky, slightly oily and quite slick; unconsciously she brings it closer, her nose automatically taking a deep whiff of his essence, her body heating up immediately, mind fogged with pleasure and her mouth panting with need.
Unable to control the rush of desire that turned her lower lips into jelly, her tongue laps the fluid experimentally. She groaned at the taste, smacking her tongue against her mouth trying to pierce a description. It was slightly salty, runny and it tasted like fish and she wanted more of it…her half lidded eyes locked eyes with her brother, who had stayed still, his chest rising hard and fast at the display of his sister, slowly, her hands took hold of his naked inner thighs, running her fingers on the back of them making the boy to slightly jump, his thick bulge sprung with him, immediately catching her attention, staring at it hungrily.
The snow white haired boy legs were separated, not resisting in the slightest, a squeak coming from him. The older girl got closer, kicking her long legs to the edge of the bed, her gaze concentrated on her prize.
"Just let..." Her full hand cupped his entire length pressing it against his stomach, the boy letting out a sexy howl, hands trembling under the strain of his own pleasure. "…your big sister to take care of you."
The boy shuddered, his cock twitching hotly at the pressure of her hand, her digits rotating against his length, sandwiched between his stomach and her hand. Lincoln threw his head back and moaned, gasping in pain and pleasure, never imagining than in his wildest dreams such an event would happen. When her thumbs took hold of his elastic band he didn't protest, his legs being joined back, roughly yanking his underwear off, his prick bouncing up violently to attention. The boy felt self-conscious as her eyes roamed his naked body with nothing left to cover himself, her eyes gluing immediately to his Lincoln log, lust burning brightly on her gaze. His prick was fully erect, his uncut tip shimmering with juices in the dim glow that the moonlight is providing them. She can't help but to feel captivated at her prize, her eyes going down on the meaty sack under his thick prick, the part that made a man, a man. A droplet that had built itself on the tip slid down his hilt, her eyes hungrily watching it slide down his mast.
Lincoln can barely hold his sharp intake of breath as her forefinger makes a furtive contact with the enlarged head, fingers grasping his head between them, her thumb flickering over the moist tip of his penis; her hand is not even grasping it but she can feel the heat coming from it, pulsing, almost imploring for her touch but she lets him go, his prick smacking against his stomach making him groan as the aching need is further increased to dangerous levels. How was this called again? Blue balls?
Her gaze locked with his.
"Lincoln…if we do this…there's no going back. You can tell me that you don't want to do this. I won't get mad…but just tell me…" Brown met blue. "Do you want me to stop?" She sat down at the edge of his bed Indian style, waiting for him patiently, ignoring the throbs of her own flesh.
His blue eyes snapped at hers, a thirsty stare pulling at her. A moment of silence passed, the boy finally growling, his flesh trembling under his own skin.
"I…it…it hurts." He proclaimed with embarrassment, hating to sound so needy. Her eyes softened, finally taking action, letting her torso forward and kicking her legs back, dropping on all fours, slowly advancing at her brother. Despite the feeling of feeling uselessly, he didn't stop her from spreading his legs, placing pecks on his open thighs making the boy to shudder, jiggling under the agony of her touch.
"I'll take care of it lil' bro." She said battling her eyelashes, grinning like a mischievous fox, getting a rush of command. Her hand comes between his legs, fingers curling around his erect piece of meat, closing it around her fist in a tight grip.
"Graahmmmm!" Lincoln is forced to press his palm against his mouth to quiet his moans and then uses his other as Lynn gives his prick a cautious stroke. His cock is a burning rod of steel in her hand, glowing red in her grip. The sports girl eyes laced with lust become wilder as her hand gives him another stroke with a flip of her wrist in a slow rhythm. The white haired boy is panting, aching with need; he was no stranger to self-pleasure but the sheer pleasure of someone else doing it for you, especially a person you loved sent him to cloud nine, eyes flying to the back of his head. Lynn changed the angle of her hand, her other fondling her breasts, hissing as her thumb rolled over her erect nipples, her body heating up and demanding more, so much more. Curiously her eyes locked on his face twisted and lost in the lust for her, savoring how he looked and it was all because of her. HER! Lynn Loud, proudly pleasuring her boyfriend.
Lincoln wasn't hiding his desire at this point and truth be told, he didn't care if she saw how much her hand was destroying his composure, completely surrendered to the older girl motions.
Experimentally, her other hand trekked down, her fingers cupping his testicles, enjoying the thick texture of the skin down there, rolling his man flesh around her fingers. The boy jumped suddenly as she squeezed them a little too roughly for his liking, his left leg flying, accidently going through hers, his calf brushing against the wet apex of her sex provoking a pleasured groan from the girl, stopping her motions all together. Through the lustful gaze increases, fogging his brain, he looks down at his blood sibling, suddenly feeling egoistical.
"What about you Lynn? It isn't…fair."
She was touched that even if she was gripping his thick flesh, he fought against his own pleasure to seek her own. There would be a time for that later…the night was still young. Lynn smiled warmly at her brother, her hand flicking his erect cock down, stroking at an angle. Whatever seemed to be in his mind was lost, the ability to talk stolen.
"Shhhh…let your big sister to take care of you, lover." She said, liking her first use of couple talk. The boy accepted it as her hands got to work again, this time using two hands to fondle his erect prick, both of her thumbs pressing against his enlarged head, precum staining her fingers. She stopped to gaze at the thick liquid. An appetite for it woke up inside of her, her face tilting closer to his thighs, inhaling the aura of sex around his penis, her folds getting hotter inside her panties visually shuddering in lust. Her face got even closer to his thick flesh, her lips a mere inch from his testicles. Her nose whiffed his sack, a thick haze of lust overcoming any rational thinking, her tongue was outside of her mouth, panting in heat in sharp intakes of breath all while the boy looked down, shuddering in agonizing desire, unsure how to feel about the girl ministrations but loving every single second of it.
This time, she couldn't control her impulses, gripping his flesh with a possessive growl.
"This…is…mine." She proclaimed and the boy couldn't agree more, body set ablaze, quivering without control. But he wasn't prepared as her lips dangled close to his enlarged head, her tongue sliding on it, tasting his precum, sending another wave of agony into her cunny dying to be touched. The boy jumped as if he had been burnt, looking in disbelief as her tongue lapped his flesh experimentally like trying a new popsicle flavor. Her lips hummed appreciating his hot taste, the vibrations of her lips sending the boy into another spiral of pleasure, feeling a pressure from within that made him recoil, her hand coming and pressing against his stomach to lie him still, her tongue exploring his flesh, lips brushing against his thick meat. He threw his head back, his hands gripping his bed sheets so tight that they snapped off the bed frame, doing his best to quiet his moans. Encouraged by the effect she was having on him, she pressed her lips against him, kissing his tip with a moan of her own, pecking his red flesh, rolling her tongue against it sending the boy into another set of uncontrollable tremors that assaulted his body with every flicker of her tongue.
"My Linky tastes so good…" Lynn couldn't avoid another greedy grip on his erect log, her fingers dancing on the thick cord of the hilt, her lips getting to work once more, due another quiver of agonizing pleasure he bounces, his enlarged head slipping past her lips and into her warm mouth. The girl is surprised but welcomes it, finding that she enjoys it immensely, sucking on the tip, gorging on his member.
The pressure assaulted his body once more, electricity coursing through his veins and he knows what it means.
"Lynn…I…I'm going to explode, please stop."
The sullen smirk wasn't what he was expecting.
"Tsskkk…your dick is more honest than you...it wants nothing more than explode in my mouth" Her mouth resumes her assault, this time taking as much as she can into her mouth, sucking on him greedily, bobbing her head down, her tongue slurping around the head, hands squeezing his balls. The boy can barely hold himself, trembling without any control, the pressure going back with a vengeance weakly trying to push head away before the inevitable happens. The girl growls with his cock still inside her mouth, pushing his hands away, by now his stomach cramping from sheer pleasure, his veins tingling, a ball of fire rolling down hill, holding his hair panting without control of his body, powerless as her tongue rolled on his head, releasing it with a wet pop. The girl kissed his tip, gripping him at the base and rolled her tongue down his thick cord, stroking him firmly with three fingers, feeling as her brother convulsed under ministrations, sensually, kissing her way down, releasing her grip on his prick so she could roll her tongue down to his base. She ignored the feeling of small hairs poking her on the chin as she took his testicles into her mouth and sucked greedily, rolling them between her tongue, enjoying the amble flavor of his skin and the hot musk that was fogging her brain, her hand never stopping her motions by now feeling as his body jumped per every single one of her touches. Her eyes observed as Lincoln jumped every time her tongue lapped at him up, taking it into her warm mouth.
The boy couldn't do anything, heart, mind and body dominated by her only, his sporty sister and that was it. The pressure exploded from within, clamping his teeth so tightly that he almost drew blood, growling in pain and pleasure, his seed flying into her waiting mouth, his throat sputtering gibberish, trembling as his testicles gave her everything, feeling shot after shot gobbling her mouth with his hot essence, a final and weak sputtering of cum hitting the back of her throat. The girl moans, her mouth full of his spunk, feeling how heavy and thick it is in her mouth. She breathes nice and easy, before swallowing his load, her face a mask of delight, rolling her tongue around her throat to taste the last bit of his essence.
"Spitters are quitters." She muttered, her long brown locks caressing his skin.
Lincoln head hits his pillow, drained completely riding his orgasm, panting in exhaustion at the deed that his older sister administered, his cock deflating down, completely spend but is waken once more as her eyes dart at the fleeing drop of cum down his head, noisily slurping his cream and cleaning all the remains of his seed, removing any evidence of what just happened, the white haired boy groaning weakly, overcame by the oversensitive feeling of his log between pain and pleasure.
The sporty girl, clean the remains around her lip with the back of her hands, licking her palm and kissing his thighs.
"That…was awesome." She said climbing off his lap, lying on his side, stroking his stomach, fidgeting at his side.
Lincoln can only nod weakly, hit by a rush of tiredness, lightly embracing his sibling. Through the haze that it is his mind, his minds flicker to her happy expression but he can see how uncomfortable she is, her body jiggling, the bed lightly wiggling as she tries but fails to roll her thighs together. It's just…it isn't fair to her. His palms cup her shoulders, blue met brown.
"It…it isn't fair." He protested, pressing his naked body against hers, Lynn immediately hissing in pleasure, trembling under the strain of it, while fighting her own dominance. His fingers, traced her naked shoulders, enjoying how warmth and inviting her skin was, all while looking at her, waiting for denial of his attention but it never came. He would do and make it as he went to see if she opposed, flickering one of the elastic bands off down her arm, loosening her top, revealing more of her creamy skin to him. He couldn't help to trace it as it was exposed, locking his eyes on her erect nipples through her shirt. His hand traced from her shoulders downwards, all the while Lynn observed through ragged breathing, unconsciously bumping their sexes together two moans resounding through the room. His hands settled on her breasts, giving it an experimental squeeze, Lynn closing her eyes, biting her lips though she couldn't help but to growl as his lips came forward kissing her creamy skin just like yesterday, enjoying how her body fidgeted against him reeving his engine once more. The sporty girl wrapped her arms around him, bringing him closer, panting and aching with need to be touched, her core leaking steadily into her panties; the body took a deep whiff of her natural fragrance laced with her lust and he shuddered.
It was the same as in the restroom…so that was it was…her eyes stared at her small bumps that were her breasts, still covered by her tank top, fingers testing her flesh between his fingers earning a lustful gasp. She couldn't take it anymore, pushing him off from her, she took her tank top and shimmered out halfway down her hips, revealing her budding breasts to her brother, eyes widening in contact with them. Lynn paused biting her lips, she knew that she wasn't big and from what she have seen, most boys preferred big assets like those of Leni; she felt self-conscious, cursing the last second impulse that propelled her to do what she just did. She looked away not being able to bear how she was about to disappoint him.
But for Lincoln, it was enough.
"Lynn…you're so beautiful."
She kissed him hard, neither of them caring that her essence had been in her mouth. Her tongue rolled in his lips but never one to disappoint her, he clamped his lips around hers in a dominating manner that took her by surprise, her body buckling against his, his erection returning with a vengeance, thick with need. Feeling him up her hand cupped it, the boy hissing with her slender fingers stroking him tightly, a snarl tearing from his lips, her hand took his and dropped it against her right tit, automatically closing his fingers on her flesh breathlessly. She guided his prick towards her panties, rubbing his length on her. The sporty girl kissed him hard, drowning her moans into his mouth.
His fingers traced her slender body down, disengaging from her to her complete disappointment, drinking the sight of her defined and curvy body, pushing his cheeks against her toned abdomen, the feeling of driving him insane with lust, lapping at her skin, tasting her, the shift between cold and hot making the girl shudder, rolling her thighs together. She was going mad from pleasure, letting him manhandle her without restriction.
"Do whatever you want to me…" Her husky voice spiked with desire danced on his ears, making him stop and looking aside.
"I want you to do me a favor, Lynn." Lincoln said tracing her stomach.
Lifting her eyebrow expectantly at him, she was even more surprised at his request.
"I…I want to see you." He implores of her and when she smiles sweetly at him, she nods.
"Okay." She lets out simply, carefully pushing him aside, swinging her long legs to the floor and standing up. Lincoln sits down on the edge of the bed, looking at his sibling from the rear, gazing up and down his eyes centering into the cleft of her butt, the glistening material of her lips calling out for him, seen even through her shorts. When she starts moving, he realizes the thin sheen of sweat covering her body highlights her delicious features, his erection throbbing painfully. Her thumbs hook into the elastic band of her tight shorts, dropping her down her legs, heart shaped butt calling out to him thinly covered by her stained panties, the pale flesh jiggling from her motions. He had always been envious of her body in more than one but now looking at her…he felt a hunger so powerful from within that he had grasp his bed not to rush her, enjoying the beautiful show happening in front of him. Her tank top loosened up from her hips, falling from her body, piling at her feet standing in nothing more than white cotton panties, looking over her shoulder, long brown hair cascading down her back, her blue eyes stealing a look as he panted in heat in high gasps of air, his cock bouncing with every huff of air.
He could see her moles marked around her skin, wanting nothing more than to taste every inch of her body with his lips and tongue, not even grasping how she would taste like. Even if he was young at the edge of puberty, there was a fraction of DNA embedded into every human being that will allow them to continue the species and now, it was telling him what to do, logic fighting with the lust that was invading his body, planting his feet firmly on the floor.
When she turned around, Lincoln's breath caught in his throat. His sister was so beautiful in every way, staring thirstily at her body. At 14 years old, her body curves called for him to be touched, to be felt, to make her feel exactly as his body was feeling. The brunette blushed, biting her lips slightly, self-control almost going off the window. She traced the contour of her cotton panties, the last barrier from her womanhood fell down her legs, stepping out of them, shyly looking at him, wanting nothing more than to know his opinion.
"Well?" She called, walking slowly to him.
The boy panted, not even daring to touch his aching desires but his eyes spoke volumes of how he really felt. His eyes fell down on her pink flower, glistening with her love juices because of him…the thought sending a wave of heat down his length. They were slightly parted with just a thin layer of hair covering the top of her lower lips. His lusty gaze made her shudder in pleasure.
"Come to bed…" He called, arms extended, calling his princess to him and for once, she humors him, her palms pressing him back on the bed, climbing on his lap, the hot aura of their bodies is scorching, heat increasing at the contact of naked skin. His cock is dripping precum against her right ass cheek and she feels him, already more than ready to consume their sin, what two siblings shouldn't do. Lynn presses herself fully against his body, lifting her body slightly with her knees so his hot rod could press against her moist lips, kissing and sucking on his neck to quiet her moans, hips automatically gyrating rotating on his erect flesh, the boy grunting. Her lips coated with her saliva kissed her way up, licking at his neck before hungrily kissing him, both exchanging another round of sibling tongue tussle, moaning into their mouths.
Lynn removed her lips from her boy toy, a thin layer of saliva connecting their lips, hot breath gasping on their naked skin.
"I want to do that…but I don't feel ready…even though I'm on the pill, so I won't get preggo" She looked so vulnerable, raw worry expressed on her face, hating to disappoint him but hoping that he understood her reasons.
He stopped, processing what she just said and nodded; for some reason the last part started an idea of how would their children looked like. Landing back in reality, his palms cupped her face, pecking her sweetly.
"Whatever you want done tonight…I'll do it for you Lynn."
She sighed elated, her long legs propelling his body forward, their hips fitting so properly. She felt his thick meat sliding between her flower, snarling, eyes never losing sight of her brother, loving how his face twisted into expressions that she had never seen before on him, her juices coating his member every time their sexes brushed together. Lincoln was getting tired, at the edge of collapse, just thrusting into her juicy center out of sheer will to please his lover.
"Yes…oh Linky." She moaned into his ear giving him the encouragement to thrust his length harder against her lips, their juices flowing staining the bed sheets. Feeling the black edges against her vision Lynn knows that she's at her limit, pressure building into her core, panting like an animal in heat against his body at every urgent thrust of his hips. Her hands clench his butt, loving the soft skin on her hands, driving his hips harder and faster. Her breath was coming in short intakes, eyes peeling in unshed pleasure. Suddenly she stops, latching her mouth on his shoulder, biting through his skin and drawing blood, screaming with animalistic fury as she came hard, convulsing beneath him, a streak of her cum staining his skin. The boy can't do anything than to scream as the pressure clamping down on his thick meat and the hot fluids shot out from her pink flower sent him over the edge, his seed coating the bed and her skin, burning her with them.
With a last weak shot of his seed that made him shudder, the boy falls down on her, both breathing hard; her legs retract from his back, falling down on the mattress, his cum stained length deflated, pressed against her stomach, feeling their fluids starting to cool down and get sticky against her body. Lincoln sighed against her shoulder, his lungs greedily sucking air, looking at her face, a cute smile protruding from her face as she panted, finding her to be the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
"I love you Lynn." He said, pecking her lips.
"I love you too Lincoln so much it hurts." She sighed in relaxation completely drained and satisfied, burying her face on his chest, lazily pressing a finger against his stomach, fighting against the feeling of tiredness, knowing too well that they couldn't stay like this all night but enjoying their afterglow regardless, wide smile on their faces. The sudden intrusion of a hot liquid against her face made her gaze at the intruding liquid, tracing it from her skin and bringing it forward.
Blood.
Her eyes widened, looking questionably at its origins. Her gaze found the point of exit to be the shoulder she bit, gasping in surprise, slightly pressing her off her.
"Linc, you're bleeding."
Those words bring him off his stupor, confusedly looking at her face for any sign of jest but there is none. Slowly, he rolls down off her with a grunt, feeling the fatigue that plagued his body, standing on shaky feet.
"Goddamn it." Lynn curses openly, angry at herself for hurting her brother. "You didn't feel it?"
In reality he had, but he wasn't aware that it was so severe. Sighing, he looked around at the mess they had created with their half love making in his small room. There were clothes thrown everywhere, his possessions had been slightly moved and he couldn't help but to blush when he looked at her stained panties.
Growling in annoyance, she threw his victory briefs at his body, shaking down his inertness.
"Wake up dingus, we need to clean you up…and well…everything else." She hissed slightly, standing up.
The boy shook the offending garment from his body with a slight disgust but his eyes got glued to her jiggling butt as she walked to his window and opened to let the sex funk out, waving it away. Everything was stained with their sex juice.
Fuck! She groaned. Why she didn't bring another set of clothes? Stupid! Sighing at her own idiocy, she started gathering his clothes, throwing it in his dirty clothes hamper; she sighed looking at her brother and lover.
"We seriously need to clean up. You awake yet?"
He nodded stupidly, taking her clothes with a slight shudder, memories rushing into his brain about that day, doing anything possible to avoid looking at her.
"Fuck it. Just throw all that crap in there…" She eyed the stained sheets and took them off as well, kicking the comforter aside. Did it get stained too? Growling in annoyance at the lack of planning from her part now that she was down from the haze of sex, made her curse herself, feeling like a complete block head per every passing second. Taking a shower was out of the question at these ungodly hours of the night and they both knew it. Sighing, she turned to him, still naked.
"Look…get dressed, get me wipes and…my gym back, I got some spare clothes there, put in something and get back here. And be quick about it. We gotta clean up everything."
"I'll be quick." He whispered, quickly putting another pair of underwear, the sportsgirl forcing her gaze away knowing all too well that her body would heat up once more. He exited the room as stealthily as he could to the restroom to get the wipes, cleaning his shoulder to the best of his ability. Now under the cover of darkness, his ears were peeled in the hallway when more than once another one of his siblings would stand up and use the restroom just like yesterday but it didn't came. Sighing, he made his way downstairs, digging through the closet of the main entrance, finding her gym bag, digging through the contents, he found a small pouch, opening the zipper he was rewarded by the sight of her signature jersey, clean underwear and shorts. He was about to put it away when his gaze fell down on the wooden bat. His eyes dilated in rage at the rush of unpleasant memories. Snapping out of it, he shoved the items into his school bag and made his way upstairs, where Lynn was covered in his comforter and nothing else.
Handing her items and standing very still, his eyes peeled at her, waiting expectantly. She gazed at him and smirking.
"Watcha staring at dumbass? We need to do the laundry."
With a groan of disappointment he took the hamper, opening the door to his room and with the cost clear, he silently creped downstairs. Waiting until he was out of earshot, she giggled, completely amused. Boy, he was something else…
Lynn cleaned herself at best as she could, taking wipe after wipe to clean any remaining evidence of their sin, looking for spots that she had missed but finding none she smelled his room and nodded, pleased that the smell was gone, well it smelled as a teenager room should smell like. She got dressed quickly, passing a sweaty hand through her hair just at the same time that Lincoln arrived back into his room, closing the door silently behind him.
Their eyes met and Lynn couldn't help but to swell with love again, their union solidifying the affection she felt towards him, taking him hand into his.
"Hey." She greeted and he couldn't help but to blush.
"Hey…" He answered awkwardly, biting his lips.
Laughing softly, she pecked his lips swiftly.
"Thanks for tonight, lover…" She rolled the last word in her tongue, with a blush of her own. "But I gotta go back to my room."
"I understand Lynn…" He passed a hand through her hair, the sporty girl melting under his touch. "Good night my sporty princess."
"Sweet dreams Lincy."
"I don't need dreams when reality is already sweeter."
She giggled, hitting him slightly on the chest, a pained cringe twisted on his face and she felt bad for hitting him.
"You're so corny." They both smiled and shared a last kiss before Lynn opened the door and exited down the hallway, looking at him once more as her hand took hold of her door handle.
Lincoln stared at her smiling, sending a kiss her way. She shook her head in amusement and entered her room silently, looking at Lucy to see if she woke her up but the Goth soft snores indicated that it hadn't. Now lying on her own bed, her eyes danced with the love she felt for her brother, nodding off into peaceful slumber.
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November, 2004.
Operation Iraqi Freedom
Camp Fallujah, outskirts of Fallujah.
Two blue eyes snap open with a displeased grunt.
Lincoln hisses at the pain of his hard on, discovering that his hands had found himself into his pants, precum staining his cammies.
What the literal fuck?
Why now, at all moments he needed to have wet dreams with her? He sighed, cupping his face with both hands with a mix of pain and resignation, looking around the cargo net on the turret of his tank and into the eyes of Master Gunnery Sergeant Dunkar who is staring at him with disbelief. The white haired Marine immediately sits down.
"Jesus Christ Loud, I give you guys two hours to chill and I found you combat jacking on my tank?" His tone is all business and that made the young man to cringe.
"No excuse sir."
There was a moment of silence as the Gunny turned around, looking over his shoulder.
"Was it a good dream at least?"
The young man sighs, feeling the embarrassment creeping into him.
"Fuck off."
The older man snorts with laughter.
"Well if you're done reverting to an antsy teenager, we got a check list to get done. They're sending us off soon. Get your shit together boy." Without waiting for a word, he leaves, the young man falling down on the turret with a grunt of frustration before he gets down to business.
Lincoln was the gunner and in the overall in charge of a general maintenance of the tank, a 2.5 million dollars piece of equipment, his secondary job was to assure that everything was in the correct position, the operation of the tank and pulling the trigger and then it would be his own personal equipment that would be serviced. The life of a tanker was a busy one. The majority of work hours of a tank crew its maintenance, everything that happened yesterday was roughly 5% of glorious combat and 95% back-breaking labor. Pulling his check list from storage, a four inches thick manual of roughly 425 pages that summarized everything that he needed to get done for the tank to be fully battle operational he got to work immediately, being joined by nine other technicians for the work to start every tank in the division undergoing major repairs in the motor pool.
Charles Ramirez and Cody Swabble joined him after a while, shedding their coverrals to service the electronic, turbine and turret systems. The engine was sucking too much air and not getting enough air pressure for the turbine engine making the driver to sigh, directing the attention of the lead mechanic.
"We're getting shitty pressure." The Latino American commented making the mechanic to sigh.
"Fuck it. We'll replace the powerpack."
Dunkar was certainly not going to be happy about that. With an incoming large operation coming, time was pressed against them.
The efficiency of the engine, called a power pack was that it was packed in a single unit with all the lines, filters packaged; the tiny turbine on the front is what makes all the power, showing how efficient turbine engines are. The old one had to to be pulled out with a crane, jamming another one in carefully lining it up and connecting it all the while Lincoln checked the pads of the tracks, finding most of them to be almost gone, cracked from long term abuse. The mechanic's attention was pressed to check them and he sighed again, kicking a rock, cursing loudly.
The track sprockets would have to be replaced as well, not wanting to throw a track in the middle of a battle due a bad sprocket. To save time, they decided to put two brand new tracks on it, the tracks joining at the end by an especially designed jack that tensed the tracks in their proper position, lining up the track pins. Lincoln swung the massive sledge hammer, connecting the links while Charles checked their function. Their old tracks would still be waiting for them when they came back…after all, replacing a thousand dollars' worth of rubber hard pads was better than replacing a 90.000 dollars track.
An engine resounding on the distance catches the white haired man's attention. There's a convoy of civilian vehicles traversing down the road adjacent from the field they're standing. The seven white Toyota Highlanders stop a short distance from them with an escort of free Iraqi soldiers; squinting his eyes he gazed with hatred at the logo of the NBC.
Lincoln always had distrust towards the press. When they weren't making up bullshit to make them look mad, they were capturing the wrong footage and linking it to a factless event. Because of them, the military was starting to have a bad reputation of killing civilians on purpose, it didn't help that the insurgents were extremely smart in that regard as well, making them look like all they did was kill innocents.
As soon as they got out, the dozens of reporters were already snapping pictures of the units working and maintaining their vehicles, camera men looking around, aiming their cameras at them. Lincoln growled as a camera crew came closer to them, he spat aside in revulsion. They were wearing blue colored ancient looking plate carriers with a giant sign that said PRESS and older gen Kevlar helmets. A particular one caught his attention however, singling her out due the worn out pink roller skates that hung around her neck, brown hair made into a single braid, looking calmly around the tank and their crews. Dismounting the tank turret, he approached her.
"Hey you fuck, we ain't done yet." Swabble said but he ignored him, now standing at arm's length from her. The sudden and confused tone of the cameraman who greeted him as he had seen him approaching caught her attention turning around to face the haggard young looking Marine with white hair and blue eyes.
Her eyes widened, mouth babbling in disbelief, trying to get her mouth to function.
"Polly? Polly Pain?" He called out, arms hanging out loosely at his sides.
"L-L-Lincoln?"
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A/N: As a final note of this chapter, the next one will take some time. I want to go through the whole fic to catch any spelling errors and work out sentences structure and clean it up from whatever I had missing plus give some love to The March of the Black Queen, who does needs my attention badly. Please review! Tell me what do you think or how can I improve. Feel free to PM if you wish. Take care y'all!
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