It was just another normal day in the Loud house... well not exactly. Usually the entire house was erupting with noise, Lexx and Leif fighting, Lynn bouncing off of the walls, Levi blowing things up, and literally anything and everything in between. But for once Linka, lying in bed with nothing better to do, could actually hear herself think! She decided to take advantage of this peace and quiet by daydreaming about her future. Her thoughts soon began to drift towards her "not-boyfriend" Ronnie. God she wished he would just admit to everyone what they really were, everyone already knew. Was he ashamed of her? What was wrong with her? Sometimes she really hated his stupid face. She decided then that the next time she saw him she would be moody and despondent and not tell him why. She also decided she had to write these thoughts in her diary while she was still mad.
She reached down to where her comforter met the floor and felt around under her bed for it in the same place she always did, but her hand touched nothing where something should be. She fished around blindly before finally finding it's familiar hard cover a full five feet away from where it was supposed to be. She pulled it up into her lap and stared at it with deep concern. To the naked eye nothing looked different about it, but she could still see it. She didn't know how she knew, but in that moment she knew. Someone had been reading it. Her face turned as white as her hair and her heart started pounding in her chest. "Oh my God! Who was it!? I'll kill them! Oh my God, what if they read the stuff I wrote about Loni? Oh my God my life is ruined! I'll have to kill myself instead!" she thought, her mind reeling, her thoughts running a thousand miles per hour in her head.
She was so panic stricken that she didn't even hear the gentle knocking on her door. Her mind was still a million miles away when Loni cracked it open and slid through, softly closing it behind him. His posture was contrite as he shuffled across the incredibly tiny distance from Linka's door to Linka's bed and sat down beside her. His head was down and his eyes were glued to the floor. "H-hey linka" he began, "I...think I owe you an apology." Linka's thoughts finally began to slow as she took in his words and body language. His presence had a calming effect on her. Just looking at him reassured her that things were going to be ok. She knew that no matter what happened she'd always have his love and protection, and that nothing was truly wrong in her world. "Well... you always steal my hair product" this was true "and yesterday I came in here looking for it. I-I didn't find it but I found a really pretty book with a heart and sparkles on the cover." Linka was instantly relieved. She had thought for sure it had been Loki or, even worse, Lynn snooping around and that she was never going to hear the end of the teasing and humiliation. "I swear I didn't know what it was at first Linka, I just thought it was weird that so many of the characters had the same names as people in our family." she nearly facepalmed at that, "By the time I realized it was your diary I had read almost the whole thing." Linka studied his face trying to pick up on any and every clue about what exactly he had read and what he might think and feel about it.
"I'm really sorry Linka. I hope you don't hate me for it." he said while staring at his own hands which sat entwined in his lap. Linka took a deep breath and steadied her nerve. Her rising panic had long since dissolved and she wasn't even embarrassed anymore. She knew he had read every word, even the naughty stuff, and instead of feeling shame she actually felt relief. Now that it was out in the open it felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. "W-well... Loni, what do you think of me now? You're not upset at me are you?" Loni smiled down at her knowingly, "You know, I was just relieved since you're also my favorite." He said with a confident grin.
Linka's heart fluttered at the words. Just being told that she was Loni's favorite would have been enough to put her over the moon for the rest of her life, but in this context... well, she didn't know what she felt. Words failed her. She felt like she was going to melt and explode all at once. She wanted to attack him with kisses. She didn't know why, but she just wanted to grab Loni right by his cute little neck and bite him on his cute little nose. Not hard, but enough to make him feel it. Her face was quickly becoming the deepest shade of red it had ever been in her life and the inside of her mouth had gone from feeling perfectly normal to being as dry as a desert in a fraction of a second.
Loni, meanwhile, was calmly taking in his little sister's flustered expression with no small amount of self-satisfaction. He knew he wasn't exactly the family's biggest brain, but he wasn't completely oblivious to the world around him either. He had always secretly known that Linka had held a powerful crush on him. Finding her diary had only really revealed to him the full extent of it. He had, previously, simply dismissed it as cute kid stuff, never in a million years suspecting such obscene fantasies had been hiding behind those innocent eyes. And once the initial shock of how mature his baby sister had actually become had worn off, it was quickly replaced with a curious desire. The things she wanted to do... he wanted to do them too. And even though he knew he wasn't supposed to, he didn't really know why he wasn't supposed to. Any potentially valid moral or ethical arguments against pursuing this course of action were both unknown and a bit too complex for Loni. He couldn't see any reason why he shouldn't make his little sister's dreams come true. In his heart he believed that if this was something that Linka really wanted, then it was simply the right thing for him to do.
"I-I'm really your favorite Loni?", Linka managed to stutter out, feeling both nervous and excited. Loni reached over and slipped his hands in Linka's underarms and gently hoisted her up off of where she was sitting on the bed and placed her in his lap. Linka knew she didn't weigh very much, but his superior strength registered with her on a deeply subconscious and primal level when he moved her body from one place to another so effortlessly. "You are" he responded, "you're my favorite sister, my favorite sibling, and my very favorite girl in the whole wide world." - Linka was a puddle! - She was completely at a loss for words. Loni, realizing this, saved them both from enduring an awkward silence by planting his lips firmly against those of his young sister.
This was no gentle peck, Linka quickly realized. Loni was kissing her aggressively. She could feel his mouth beginning to open and close against hers in a slow and steady rhythm, and she responded in kind. Moments after she began to imitate the movements of her brothers lips she felt his tongue entering her. Linka, having never been kissed before, was unsure of how to respond to the way his tongue was moving about in her mouth. At first she simply sat there with her mouth wide open and passively accepted everything. His tongue probed and explored for a moment, but soon focused on hers and began to engage with it. Linka began to get the idea. The two siblings quickly settled into a spirited wrestling match, their tongues colliding, entangling, Linka's tongue occasionally separating and seemingly fleeing only to be tracked down by Loni's and locked onto once more. The game bounced a bit from mouth to mouth before Loni's tongue won out and found itself exploring as deeply into Linka as it could reach. "My God, he'd be all the way down my throat if that thing was any longer!" Linka thought to herself, feeling the sense of romance that had accompanied her first kiss beginning to mix with a deep and intoxicating feeling of lust. Her body was eagerly responding to all of this stimulation, and her face, neck, and chest were flushed and radiating heat. Her private parts were responding too, and she couldn't help but feel a small pang of embarrassment over the absolute waterfall that her brother had so easily charmed out of her.
While all of this was taking place in Linka's mind, mouth, and panties, Loni's hands had begun to explore as well. He had started by gently cupping the chin and cheek of her kissing face with one hand. That hand then slid down her neck, pausing there for a moment, before continuing down to her chest to be joined by the other. He pressed his hands against her clothed chest for a moment before sliding them down under her blouse to make contact with her bare skin and returning north to the area he had just left. He rubbed his hands over her bony ribs before settling in on her flat chest. He rubbed his fingers over her hard nipples for only a second or two before, in a flash, his right hand shot down south without warning.
Linka had never been in a situation like this before and didn't realize that the ladylike thing to do during a boy's first time with her was to cut him off at least once when his hand attempted to wander below the belt. Even if she had been aware of this custom she wouldn't have followed it. Linka wasn't here anymore. Loni was just playing with a puddle of melted butter at this point. Still passionately kissing his little sister, he slipped his hand under her cute little skirt and found her thigh. He caressed his hand against the inside of Linka's thigh, which, even through their kissing mouths, elicited soft moans of approval from the young girl. Slowly, his hand made the fateful journey up her leg and reached it's ultimate destination. He felt the soft, warm, and soaking wet bulge of her tiny little pussy pressing against the cotton fabric of her underwear. He began to gently trace the outline of her organ with his fingers, which began to bring forth additional moans and whimpers from the young girl's mouth into his. His tracing picked up speed, as well as applied pressure, until he was just rubbing Linka off through her panties. At this point she finally broke the long kiss and turned her head to the side. Bringing her hand to her mouth she attempted to muffle the volume of the whorish moans that were involuntarily escaping her. Loni watched her with a mischievous grin, enjoying the way he was able to play her like she was a musical instrument. But when he finally slipped his hand under her panties and touched the bare skin of her pussy she let out a loud pleasure scream that surprised them both.
They both broke contact and looked at one another fearfully. They sat silently for several moments, afraid to move, listening for anyone or anything that could be near. This wasn't exactly an empty house after all, and if someone had heard that the two would-be lovers might need to button up their clothing in a really big hurry. They sat quietly until enough time had passed without incident for them to feel safe again. "...jeez linka..." Loni whispered "...you have to be more quiet than that..." "...I know, I'm sorry..." she whispered back, both of them suddenly very aware of how thin the walls in this house actually were. "I don't think we're going to be able to do this" Loni whispered, "At least not here. Not today." Linka, fortunately, wasn't nearly as deterred. She realized, that, while maybe he wouldn't be able to pleasure her, it didn't mean that she couldn't still pleasure him. She knew enough about sex from living in a house with five older brothers to know that if a boy can masturbate with the level of stealth required of them in this house, it meant that if he doesn't want to scream and shout during an orgasm he doesn't have to. "I've got a better idea" Linka whispered. "Come here"