A/N: I enjoyed writing this short piece. 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 19
Sand Toes
"How did it feel?"
The voice of Wilbur Huggins cut through his gaze as his eyes roamed the outside world, the stadium where his life got complicated in the distance; he contemplated the question that jagged his mind to a halt, yet his eyes did not falter from his observation, his thumbs twiddling together as he sat down on that chair, racking his mind to how to even begin. How do you even describe feelings that were not yours and that your body was acting on its own? Like putting your mind in the back seat and letting your own body to drive. It was an insane prospect, yet that was his own reasoning. To think that minutes ago, he had trashed his office and destroyed half his stuff in one pull was gnawing at him into guilt, even more at scaring his family half to death. The blood when Lynn sucked punched him to wake him up had stopped yet he didn't make a move to remove the bloodied tissue.
"Like I was in the passenger seat." The Principal didn't stir at his answer, he just merely tilted his head to the side before making some notes in a notebook.
Flat memories snapped into his own mind to a person he did not recognize shrieking like a demon, destroying everything he saw in his path without a care in the world. He didn't just care…he worried.
Would he behave like that until the end of times? Snapping at a moment notice at the slightest provocation or bad situation? Nobody would want to be around him and Lynn was a hot firecracker, sort of like him, did not have it in her to watch out for him and his anger like a petulant child that had his candy taken away from him…he was acting like Lola.
He felt a headache coming.
This fury, righteous as it came to him was starting to be a liability to him. He always prided himself in being the logical one, non-confrontation and keen on observation. But that day something had come up, something primal that wanted nothing more than to grasp open flesh and tear it to the bone.
"I see." The voice of Mr. Huggins came as he finished jotting some notes in his book. For the first time, Lincoln realized that he was speaking the whole time, transcribing his feelings into words without even realizing it.
Frowning, he turned away so he could stop looking at the stadium, flickering his gaze to the ceiling, trying to ignore the jagged memories of his fury and what came from it. This time, he put a finger to his lips in case his mouth decided to run on its own.
It didn't.
"I know how you must feel." Mr Huggins started. "You tend to ponder in the past, trying to remember how were and what you've become."
That immediately caught his attention.
"Have you ever been feel like that?" The white-haired boy crossed his arms across his chest.
The sad smile was all the answer that Lincoln needed to here.
"I have many regrets Lincoln." He caressed whatever remained of his hair, a nervous trait that he had never noticed before in the principal. "Things that I did that I wish I didn't…thinking of what could've been. But if it something that life caught me is that you cannot go back how things were…the trauma that your body went through, just as such a young age can stunt your growth and whatever you like it or not, your brain is still development, trying to deal with this…these bust of anger are perhaps a way for your mind to escape to a different time, yet the moment it ends, the memories resurface and linger."
Lincoln immediately felt stupefied by the simple but effective way in the accurate portrayal of his random anger that had developed after the incident. Yet he frowned, looming at Wilbur.
"…Principal Huggins, why you didn't pursue a path in psychiatry?"
The man smiled but this time it was a thousand watts smile, with his chin up and his arms crossed down.
"Like you…I followed my dreams to help people, just like Ace Savvy would."
At that, Lincoln chuckled, humor flowing back into his system and a sense of admiration grew into the pit of his stomach.
"I could've sat down in an office guiding a patient through their problems, or I could produce effective members of society and prepare them for the life." He sighed. "The rest might see me as a demon, a villain, so young and misguided that they don't realize the monster that is awaiting some years down the line. When they have to get a job to have food, a roof above their heads…to pay taxes and to live and struggling until the next pay check. The kids of today live in a bubble Lincoln and it is my job to burst it and show them that no matter how much you cry, throw yourself on the ground and have a tantrum, life will be there waiting at you…yet you realize that at your young age by factors out of your own control."
Lincoln said nothing, his gaze once more locking with the stadium, his fists started to shake, fingers curling in his seat, scrunching his eyes shut as memories tried to overwhelm him.
"Have you?" The Principal lifted an eyebrow.
He was a silent for a few seconds. "Yeah." He let out simply, wondering how easy it was for him to coerce an answer out of him and immediately he felt ashamed of his behavior and his lack of empathy towards his family and Lynn…he should've talked with them from the very beginning, but he was just a young boy thrown at the mouth of the wolf. He didn't know what the fuck he was doing.
Silence reigned down with the only sound was the tick-tock of the clock and the principal jogging down some notes, his final ones and slammed the book shut, interrupting Lincoln from his musings.
"Post-traumatic stress disorder, do you know what that is?"
Lincoln looked at his own hands, shaking and for a brief second, he saw them tinted red with Victor's blood.
"Is what soldiers have after a war, right?"
The Principal rolled his eyes.
"That's a misconception. PTSD can happen to anyone. A rape victim, car accidents, mental trauma and stigmas. Even witnessing can afflict so many…you've been confident since our chat so I'll be confident in your silence after this is over."
Lincoln blinked in confusion.
"I am listening."
The Principal pursed his lips. "The board needs to be convinced that you and your sister can reintegrate into the school system so things can reach normalcy in their eyes. I can convince them to let you off the hook if you keep coming here to talk to me until we can actually have a proper session". He tapped his fingers on his desk. "I still have my duties as principal, yet once the moment comes…I can recommend you someone to look after you in your times of need."
Lincoln sighed at his shoulders slumped with the reality of what was happening.
"I think I may know someone." The white-haired boy said slowly, the older man watching his face that scrunched, deep in thought.
"Then the matter is settled. Once school starts, I expect you to follow the directives as any student and not to get in any fights…if you feel like you need to vent your anger…I know that you feel that you're broken Lincoln, but you are not."
Lincoln chin raised up, sad eyes meeting the Principal ones.
"You have a beautiful and strong family, confide in them, do not let this beat you and drag you down to someone that you are not…this is the moment to be a man. For others it might start at the age of 18, but for you? It began in that day."
His eyes shot up wide in alarm, a cold batch of ice logging in his stomach, barely being able to hold his breakfast down; there a sudden feeling came over him, like a bull being freed from a pen in a rodeo. The boy turned so fast that the principal took a step back in surprise, immediately meeting his eyes who had closed thin as slits of fury.
"If…something happens to Lynn though…I'll look for you Mr. Huggins."
Lincoln words caught him off-guard. Yet by the serious expression on his face, face straight as a tombstone, they were not mere words, it was a promise.
It was a few seconds when the Principal could find his voice, disturbed by those icy blue eyes of hatred that stared deeply int him.
"Yes…of course, everything is going to be okay, as long as you do your part…now, let's talk with your family." His words were more directed at himself than the young boy next to him. If Lincoln noticed it or not, he remained silent as he walked through the door, now outside with his expectant family, he muttered his condition.
Lynn Sr. looked as if someone had punched him in the face, his eyes widening, looking at Lincoln all over.
"How can you be certain?" He asked in disbelief.
Mr. Huggins cleared his throat.
"Well, since we talked…your son has been described as being easily irritated, hostile, vigilant and after today's incident at your home." He looked at Lincoln and he in turn stared angrily at Rita for even daring to mention it to him; she seemed to shrink away from her gaze, openly challenging her authority. Lynn growled irritably at him to back up and he did, sighing as he took a hold of his head.
"Victims of PTSD might suffer from flashbacks of a traumatic event, extreme anxiety, mistrust in people, loss of interest or just to word it better, fun in activities." The more he talked, the more identified Lincoln felt, looking at anything but the Principal, shaking as in agony. "Insomnia and nightmares are a fairly occurrence…with emotional detachment or unwanted thoughts, as if, it came from somewhere else." He cleared his throat, looking around the family, feeling completely awkward. "And well, it seems to fits with what your son is going through. I can of course bring a professional to better diagnose him and start a treatment right away, this is something that can stun his brain growth and it is a very serious condition."
The parents looked between each other with worried gazes just as Lynn did the same with Lincoln, disturbed by his behavior or nevertheless, she just wanted to kiss and hug him, however at the same time, she needed to ponder and think about this, quickly planning a talk with her Goth sister.
"I recommend plenty of rest, you know, spend plenty of times with family and friends while going through therapy. It is the best shot that he has to overcome this obstacle, before it can affect his schoo-"
Lincoln stopped listening after that. He didn't remember much of it other than when he just woke up already back in Vanzilla. The atmosphere was completely silent, other than the occasional tune and just like last time, his eyes roamed the outside world rather than the thoughts in mind. Shaking fingers sneaked around his arm, grasping it firmly. Slowly he turned fully to his sister who was just as he was, looking outside rather than facing completely the reality of what his life just became.
It happened so fast…yet, he saw it coming.
The sudden bust of anger, his direct and assertive manner of how he started to interact with the world, the fight with Ronnie, the thoughts of carnage, wanting to get his hands once more around Victor's throat and squeezing the living crap out of life…and now, the culmination of that path.
Vanzilla skipped to a halt in their drive way. Quickly the first that came out were their parents, walking into the house after saying something that he didn't even paid attention to, leaving the siblings alone.
"What are we going to do now Linc?" Lynn said after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.
The white-haired boy blinked.
"Me?" He looked at his hands, as if drenched with the irony of the question. "This is about you, it's all about you that I reacted the day I did."
She hissed, firmly grabbing him by the shoulders, forcing him to face her, digging her fingers painfully making the boy cringe.
"Don't feed me that horseshit." She scoffed. "I know that I might not be the smartest tool in the shed but you fucking used me to snap like that…I am not a goddamn prissy princess and I don't need no knight in shining armor with wings growing out of his ass."
Her words cut him deeply, yet stayed silent as she berated him further.
"I need a partner, a team mate…if you want for this to keep growing, you need to stop acting like a psycho. I don't want to keep punching you to wake you the fuck out" She accentuated this by slamming a finger painfully on his chest, rage suddenly flaring inside of him at the gesture, yet he clamped down and held unto the seat, holding it so hard that the springs under it buked under the pressure.
Lynn took her distance, looking at the ceiling of the van.
"You need to talk to me…"
His anger cooled immediately.
"We are in this together…I might be your girlfriend but I am also your sister, fuck whatever implications that means but I am here for you….talk to me Linc, whatever that stuff is eating at you, you need to man up and talk, even if it hurts you…I can share your pain with you." Her hand clasped around his, making him sigh in pain.
His other hand found hers, grasping it firmly, finding her warm skin to be soothing.
"We'll talk, tonight." He promised her, his fingers caressing hers in a soothing manner. "It isn't fair…stuff like this shouldn't happen to us." He added with a sigh.
"Shit happens, couldn't happen, it doesn't matter...we gotta deal with it now. It sucks alright?" She let go of his hands and squeezed her fists. "It sucks ass that some school assholes want to punish us for what happened and I am counting on you for my life to get back on track."
That immediately offended him as he threw her a nasty look.
"Psst." She wiped his anger off her shoulders uncaringly. "I've never counted on nobody to push forward; I've just counted on my own strength…I don't like to have a crutch. I've always felt like that and you won't change me…and you don't have to change yourself to me, is that clear?"
And he understood.
"I do…"
She smiled, punching him slightly on the shoulder.
"Yaugh!" He hissed and that made the sportsgirl to cackle, opening the door of the van and stepping outside. Lincoln stayed glued to her form as she ran, almost salivating at the thought of running his hands around her curvy body and tasting her again. Sighing at his sexual frustration, he stayed there for one more minute, gathering his thoughts. He didn't believe for a single second that she wasn't hurt by the principle's visit…to think that a big part of her had been ripped apart by morons who were incompetent and downright cruel. He sighed before stepping out and locking Vanzilla behind him, promising that he would behave and get her back into good graces with the school board.
Inside the house, he found Lynn on the sidelines, waiting until the ruckus died off in the kitchen from their many siblings bombarding their parents with questions. He arrived, lifting an eyebrow and just like that, the twins and Luna swarmed him. Asking about the meeting with the principal, what were they going to do about it and that's the last coherent communication he could perceive as the screams became noise, like nails scrapping against a board.
"ENOUGH!" The Matriarch cut through the screams, hissing in a mix of annoyance and anger since the events in school.
The siblings obeyed, lowering their heads like scolded children.
Sighing, the Matriarch pinched her nose.
"Apparently, the school board decided to suspend Lynn from every contact sport offered by school, because they think that her attitude angers people and that creates an action and a violent consequence." She said with distaste in her mouth, observing as the eyes of her family scrunched in anger. "Yet, the principal gave us the option that if she could demonstrate that no other incident happens where Lynn is not the initiator, the principal can convince the board to reinstitute her."
"Your mother and I are very disappointed right now with the school." Their father added, almost as a whisper. "I am convinced that this will be behind us, but lets this not affect your summer vacations. In fact…" He looked at his wife for permission and as she nodded, his face broke into a smile. "We're going to stay in Oval beach for a few days."
"Owwww" The voice of everyone awed, their expression lighting up like a Christmas tree, forgetting about the early morning incident, before the moment was interrupted by a crack from the house P.A system.
"Oval Beasch?" The voice of Lisa cracked loudly.
The Matriarch sighed. "I thought you've deactivated that thing Lynn!" She hissed at her husband who merely smiled innocently.
Mouth agape, from her station, Lisa hummed in appreciation, immediately writing a quick email to her government contact, receiver an answer in seconds.
"Free hotel for our family, courteshy of Uncle Sam."
Murmurs of agreement went through the family, smiling regardless at the loud interruption.
Perhaps the only one who had to cancel plans was Luna who broke the news to Sam.
"It's kewl Lunes." The blonde said through the phone. "Life's a bummer ya know?" She said frowning, not in her usual bubbly way to which the musician quickly sighed.
"You're telling me." She added as she hung outside down in her bed. Looking at her guitar that sat abandoned in the corner of her room. "My little dude and my sister just keeps gettin' jammed into this crap and I feel like as the oldest, behind Leni, I need to step up and be for them but I don't know what to do."
The blonde snorted. "C'mon gal. Your parents are like Rambo, they'll sweep through this faster than Mike Swagger can go through a hundred tails."
Both laughed happily at the joke. The girls said their goodbyes for the day, after Luna promised her to spend some more time with her after the trip was over. While their relationship was not defined, she wasn't in a rush to step outside their boundaries, even if she wanted to.
The trip was quickly off schedule, to their parents chagrin, who quickly decided that an early trip was perhaps exactly what the family needed, having to deal with two more bombshells once more involving their only son and one of their dear daughters. Lori hadn't taken the news well, she was currently in Germany without Bobby and she was more than ready to throw everything away to hell, foaming at the mouth, her mom barely able to convince her to let her handle it and stay in Europe for her business trip. After a tense goodbye, the Matriarch only had to deal with some other trivial matters and an advancement on their reservation, which required an extra charge that she infuriatingly paid, cursing the nasty business in school once more.
Dinner passed uneventful, only that Lynn and Lincoln were given themselves the stink eye, their eyes shooting daggers at each other from across the table. Curiously the Matriarch watched the display with annoyance and even her had a limit to her patience. After today, she was not in the mood for their shenanigans. They had bickered the entire meal from the most mundane things to soreness of Linc's jaw.
The white-haired boy stared at her, peeling his eyes.
"Pass me the salt Lynn, please."
Cheeks flushing from anger, the girl made a motion to grab it but stopped before her fingers made contact with it, shrugging with indifference.
"You're like, a feet from it. Stop being lazy." She said with a bit of a snark that made the white-haired boy to grind his teeth, looking at her grinning face and ready to widen her teeth.
His fists shook but he sighed, slowly extending his hand to grab it, though Lynn aimlessly knocked down the salt container with the butt of her knife with an exaggerated 'Oooops!', spreading salt everywhere.
"Lynn!" Her mother screeched in alarm.
"Hey! You got a like a billion years of bad luck!" Lynn said in alarm, quickly grabbing a handful of the salt on the table and throwing it over his shoulder, peppering his face with salt grains.
The Matriarch finally stood over, taking her by the arm.
"What's the matter with you, young lady?" Her nostrils flared. "What is the meaning of this?!" She shook her rather roughly surprising the sportsgirl who looked at the table for some support but not even her so called boyfriend stared at her.
Their father sighed, throwing an angry look at his only son and his daughter.
"You know? I think I had enough of this" He sighed, throwing his fork and knife on his plate. "You even made me lose my appetite. First thing in the morning, the rest of the family will pick their sweet spots but Lincoln and Lynn. They'll sit in the back and they'll be quiet!"
The eyes of the siblings widened.
"But mom!"
"Uh-UH! Lincoln stinks!"
The face that their mother did was enough to made them kept quiet that not even Luan managed to squeeze out a joke at the situation.
"Now think about how you've been behaving and go to bed"
The siblings stared at each other once more before they threw their napkins on the table with a scoff. Rita saw them part with sadness, shaking her head at the insanity of the situation. A view that was shared by the rest of the siblings who thought what had gone wrong? They were getting along so well. Though the view was not shared by the twins, who looked at each other, their eyes scrunched in fury.
"They totally stole our number!" Hissed Lola to Lana, who crossed her arms angrily, looking upstairs with disdain.
"Totally." She said completely bummed. "And I wanted to ride in the back."
Next to her sister, she equally crossed her arms with a hum of anger.
Upstairs Lincoln and Lynn cackled, covering their mouths to stifle the hilarity that they just pulled at the table. Certainly, it had been worth it, even facing their mom's rage to get exactly what they wanted.
They both shared an unshameful look that carried many meanings but to Lynn, it was like the culmination of her hard work to toughen him up to her high standards. To think that the safe kid, the man with the plan and a stickler for rules managed to pull this with her showed how far they've gotten together in advancing each other to a new level. For Lynn, she felt her empathy being solidified by him every day they had spent together and she in turn saw as her brother turned into someone bolder and more direct, without hesitation to say what he wanted with brutal honesty, it was a quality that was both a curse and a blessing. A blessing because no longer she would have to beat the answers out of him and a curse because right now she was so turned on that a part of her would gladly smash him on the table and tell him to do the horizontal dance right there in the kitchen.
"Was it necessary to hit me with the salt though?" Her brother asked with a raised eyebrow and the quirk of his lips going upwards.
Lynn snorted.
"It was a complete necessity." She answered with honesty. "I tarnished my good luck by doing that…and I managed to not drag you with me with that salt. You should count yourself lucky."
Not believing her, Lincoln just shook his head in amusement.
"You're weird."
Now it was her turn to snort.
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Night came and thus, Lynn lay in covers, staring at the ceiling, just staring and thinking about the events of today and the violence that she had seen. It wasn't like the one she usually did in a nasty situation, it had been more primal, more like a reaction without any control. Is that how Lincoln would react to any of his problems? Flying off the hook at any ounce of anger. She sighed, looking at her sleeping sister next to her. She didn't have the heart to wake her up just to talk, but maybe, something good would come off this trip.
They had indeed met at night in his room, slowly speaking about their doubts but it gave her a true perspective on his problems. At the end, she promised that they were in this together and this wouldn't make a difference. With a peck, the lovers separated, getting ready for the beach trip, eager to see what this adventure would bring.
With the sun rising over the town of Royal Woods, Lynn grunted standing up first than every in the house, an habit of working out so heavily, yet her body was not in condition to go for an early jog run, her heart was getting heavy, still heavily being reminded of yesterday events. Minutes later, the matriarch slowly opened her room, blinking, yet she wasn't surprised in the slightest.
"Morning hon. Are you ready?"
The girl slowly nodded, nothing like an eager and the usually energetic Lynn. Rita stayed on her spot thinking of questioning her daughter but she dismissed it.
"Get your sister ready love."
"Will do mom."
Sighing, Lynn plopped back on bed, looking at her sister with some annoyance, throwing and slamming her pillow on her bed. It made a smack sound when it happened and she broke down laughing hysterically at it. Groaning, Lucy looked at her through a bad case of morning hair, blinking and rubbing her face.
"Ow."
The sportsgirl snorted with laughter. Ditching her was easy, she knew that once she was awake, nothing could get Lucy back on bed. Usually she wouldn't be as mean, but she was not in a mood to play momma duck with her, just like the Matriarch who almost had everyone already sat on the table. They were eating already, nodding off through the food. Just then Lincoln came downstairs with a bright smile on his face, as if yesterday hadn't mean anything, which elated the sportsgirl, yet she put on the same act, her expression turned murderous and him in turn peeled his right eyelid at her, blowing her a raspberry as Lynn Sr. looked on unamused behind his newspaper.
Rita slammed a hand on her face. "Please God give me strength…sit your butts down and eat, we have a long trip ahead of us."
Breakfast followed on without any more mishap and just like that the Louds were lock and loaded in Vanzilla, on the way through I-96 West, already one hour since they left their home with the entire family sleeping through the trip, even the Matriarch had decided to sleep, a perfect opportunity for the lovers who had fused through peeled teeth about hating it there and it had taken them an unnerving trip through how much they could resist the steel in their mother's voice.
Lincoln peaked through the trunk seats, staring at the family with certain nervousness at the family waking up. He felt her hands creeping on his privates as he slapped a hand on his mouth to force his moans back into his throat. It had been her idea from the very beginning; they were risking so much by the perversity they were about to do, but days after their relationship started it was like a train that had carried down to station bold. So many things that Lincoln had denied himself out of fear of being getting caught, so many things that had stopped the boy from further accomplish something fun but now…he was doing the ultimate sin with her sister in tow in front of their whole family. Slowly her hands cupped his thigs as he bit his lips, her fingers tracing a naughty pattern across the thick bulge pressing against his pants, she could barely resist a giggle of giddiness that she felt.
The sportsgirl was anything but giddy but Lincoln awoke feelings that she didn't knew she could experience. The moment of truth came when her fingers made contact with his zipper, slowly starting to lower it. For a moment, the only thing that Lincoln could hear was the hum of the car and the tires, his own ragged breathing and that metallic sound, dragging for what seemed like hours. The moment it stopped, her fingers were more than ready to tease the boy into submission, entering the free hole in his pants and just like that, her warm palms slammed against his bulge as his eyes clenched. He couldn't help but to buckle his hips forward against the rear seat. They both panicked for a second, their hearts beating wildly in their chest.
Lincoln's eyes were vigilant against the family but neither woke, with their father still driving without paying too much attention to what was happening in the back. Slowly he gave a thumbs up and she smiled, licking her lips, once more retaking her assault on his wood pecker, playing with a wet spot on his briefs that sent her to cloud nine. Right ne was her eyes to whatever was happening in the van as her eyes were drawn to a different type of thing. Slowly, she unbuttoned his pants giving her more range of motion to cup his boy toy, giving him a tight squeeze, enjoying how much he was squirming in her grasp. It shouldn't feel so good to give him a handy but the feeling of such forbidden acts in front of her family was turning her on. Growling, she joined two fingers, partying her shorts and panties and slamming them into her wet snatch. Her eyes went high as saucers, squeezing his dick, pumping him through his underwear, both teens panting with the need to sent each other over the edge.
The brunette couldn't take it anymore and it wasn't just about the heat that spread through her whole body. She wanted to make this trip special…maybe, it was time to go the whole nine yards with Lincoln, she felt more than ready now. Lovingly, she cupped his penis, leaving the remains of her own juiced on his underwear, slipping it down but the elastic band. Lincoln breathed long and hard, his cheeks completely flushed seeking her loving brown eyes, lust written in their faces, hating how much her teasing was between pain and pleasure. The tip of his penis was trapped on his underwear, his length trembling and pulsing, aching for release and just like that, her fingers finally undid the last barrier of his dick, shouting upwards, bouncing with a slight meaty snap against his stomach before falling erect, pointing up.
She didn't waste anytime to slip a middle finger into her, biting the sleeve of her shirt to muffle the noise that she was making, being careful not to make the music between her legs too loud. The boy wasn't fearing any better, barely being able to keep his gaze on his family any longer, feeling his balls to clench heavily in his sack, knowing that his time was near. Usually he had lasted far longer than this, but take it Lynn to take it up a notch and making feel like liquid fire inside his veins…this was a new level of naughtiness. Suddenly his prick was enveloped by the hot sensation of her mouth sucking on him greedily. It took everything out of him not to explode right there but given the constant and fast repetition of her mouth bobbing fast in her mouth and her tongue lapping his gorged head over and over again told the pre-teen that Lynn was hungry for his seed and wanting to end this as soon as possible, still wary at exploring these uncharted waters.
They didn't speak a word, the only thing that they could hear was the wet and slurpy sounds of her lips enveloping his member and her puffy lower lips being stuffed over and over by her fingers. Suddenly Vanzilla went over a slight bump that made the vehicle to jump upwards with enough force to jam his penis almost all the way into her mouth. Her eyes shot up in surprise but she didn't stop, jagging heavily on his prick as a challenge to stuff as much as she could inside her mouth.
That did it.
Lincoln exploded in her mouth, his knees almost giving out as shot after shot of his boy juice went down her throat, the sportsgirl lapping every droplet like a sweet nectar, the feeling finally sending her over the edge of sanity, her walls contracting as she came in her panties, shuddering in pain and restrained pleasure, feeling as the boy went still so she could clean his deflating penis, releasing it with a wet pop. The boy looked down just to witness her giving his prick a nice and sweet kiss, licking her cum stained lips with a hum of satisfied desire and it sent him again to half-mast. Giggling, Lynn put him back into his pants, sighing as she overcame her brief but delicious orgasm, smiling completely satisfied.
The sportsgirl straightened her clothes, overcame with the feeling of drowsiness. As the boy could finally rest against the trunk of the vehicle, he smiled patting the place next to him. Lynn sighed happily as they cuddled in the back seat, rubbing their cheeks together. Their eyes were the last thing they saw as they dropped to slumber, thinking of all the wonderful things that this trip would bring.
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A/N: The next chapter is going to be once more filled with more fun of our lovers. Let's see where this trip takes them.
D4rK