I have caught up to myself, I had also forgotten to post 25 last week. then shit came up, so... if everything smooths out, I can edit and post a few more.

Week 7 Friday

Luan was curled up with the stuffed chicken he had won for her.

It was funny.

He had almost forgotten about Lola and him handing out their winnings like they were elves on Christmas after the day at the amusement park.

Lily had been running around with the large unicorn, that she had named Glitter, since the large plush had been given to her. She made it a point to tell everyone it was from Lola too.

He hadn't paid attention to what their other siblings had done with their gifts.

Now he was curious about that.

He decided it could wait and slid in behind Luan. He held her and she murmured happily. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"I don't know, Luan, why?"

"To get away from the farmer. Why did the farmer cross the road?"

"I don't know, why?" He honestly didn't know where this was heading.

"He really wanted to fuck that chicken!" She laughed, and he had to admit, it was funny. She turned slightly and smiled but it was clear that she was still asleep.

He kissed her and called it a night. 'Plenty to come in the morning.' He thought.

He woke up to a familiar sensation. Lips on his cockhead and hands stroking him. The buck teeth gave it away.

"Morning, Luan!" He sighed happily.

He looked down to see her beaming up at him. Her eyes twinkling happily. She took her mouth off of him. "The doctor said no strenuous activity. So I incest you relax and enjoy this." She grinned and went back to work.

She had admitted that she was worried about taking him fully in her mouth once before. He had told her that he didn't need her to do that. He was right, since he was getting an amazing BJ from his funny sister.

She was obviously eager and willing to change up things. She nibbled on his member, swirled her tongue, and changed up her hold. She sucked like a new vaccume with her lungs built up from years of blowing up balloons. She even wore the clown nose and he felt his balls tremble.

"Luan!" She lifted off him and stare at his pulsating beast with determination. With a deep breath, she opened her mouth wide and surprised him. She took a third of his length, he felt her gag, she pressed on. A half of him, three fourths, then, there was a honk. His eyes popped open and he looked down.

He was concerned but she looked up at him with pride through her tear filled eyes.

He blew, arching his back slightly, another honk, but she never broke contact. He felt her swallowing around him. Causing him to cum even more. She pulled back and several more vollies splattered across her glasses and face.

Both gasped for breath, she moved up the bed and lie down beside him. He took the pillow case from his pillow but she stopped him.

"Take a picture."

He found his phone and she sat up with a confident smile and an oldschool pose.

"Lucy told me that you like pinups!" He handed her her chicken and she sat on it. "Can't wait 'til your cock is between my legs!" She licked her lips.

He moved a little so that her facial glinted in the light and he still caught that talented tongue of hers poking out slightly.

"Send it to me!" She requested excitedly.

He did.

"You know, I'm hungry." He pulled her over to him and wiped her face off.

"Not right now, Lincoln." She pouted. "I have something called school, and I'm already late." She got up and put on a show as she dressed.

"Aren't you going to shower?"

"Nope! I'm going to smell like my little bro all day, and be dripping wet when I come home to him." She set her red nose on the end table and walked from the room.

She poked her head back in, this time wearing her bossy but caring big sister face. "Don't forget to see Doctor Bonce, Mister!"

"Yes, Luan." He really didn't want to go to the doctor but he knew he'd catch hell if he didn't.

A quick trip to the clinic Bonce volunteered at was followed by a two hour wait.

Bonce came out himself and called out the name. He looked surprised and looked around to see Lincoln standing up. "Lincoln! Is everything okay?" Knowing that Doctor Bonce truely cared for his patients made Lincoln feel that much better.

He waited until they were in the exam room and the door was closed before he spoke. "My leg has been spongy, or even numb. It goes limp, twitches or I slip because I step wrong."

It was hard for him to admit.

"I've had a... friend... yeah, I guess a friend." He paused while Bonce stood there, unjudging, being clinical as best as he could be. "They said that, I should have died. That I, that it's a miracle I am even walking."

"You know, when you came in, and I saw those wounds, I had thought you would ever walk again." Bonce admitted. "I'll take an X-ray."

Fifteen minutes later Lincoln watched over Bonce's shoulder as the man inspected the magnified view of Lincoln's spine.

"You see these part here?" Bonce used a red marker to circle an oddity in the bone. "That lines up with one of your cuts. But, it is healed!"

"You believe in magic, Doctor?"

Bonce laughed lightly. "No. No I do not."

"You believe in God?"

Bonce took hold of his necklace, a siver cross that Lincoln had seen a few times. "Yes." Bonce admitted.

"God believes in magic. God is magic. That's how I understand it. Then there are the angels. The devil and his demons. Spellcasters who can use magic." Bonce listened quietly.

"I don't know who God is. If there is even one or many." Lincoln watched Bonce's face fill with thought. "I have seen magic, and I believe I've been saved, both by magic and your skilled and practiced hands. Possibly even by your prayer."

"I did pray." Bonce admitted.

Lincoln smiled. "Thank you for that!" He said with genuine appreciation. "God has blessed the world with you. For me, I think I'll follow in my family footsteps. Protecting the innocent and casting spells." Lincoln stood up. "Next time I come in, I'll walk just fine. Think you could keep magic a secret?"

Bonce shrugged. "I could lose a few records. That happens." Bonce stood after a moment. "You have certainly given me much to think about." He shook Lincoln's hand. "Shall I continue to pray for you?"

"I'll pray for you too, Doctor. Thank you again for saving my life!" He took a deep breath. "I guess I'll have to thank someone else for the help as well. I hope she wants to talk."

"Dearest?" Bonce asked.

Lincoln shook his head no. "Hey, Doc..." Lincoln stopped at the door. "When the day comes, if you find out who god is and I'm still around, could you find a way to send a message? I've got a lot of questions."

"There's always The Bible." Bonce offered. "But I'll try."

Lincoln smiled and left the room.

Lincoln sat at Clyde's house, resting on the porch. He missed when Mr. and Mr. McBride always seemed to be home. Now both had careers. Flourishing carreers.

His whole had been flipped over, mixed up and tested. Possibly even taken.

He felt his eyes droop. Boredom. Taking hold and lulling him to sleep among the sounds of a quiet neighborhood.

His eyes drooped and he felt his chin tap his chest just as a shrill scream jolted him awake. He was up and running towards it as if someone's life depended on it. He entered the street to see a girl run around the corner. She was wet and kept looking over her shoulder. A rope dangled from her neck and she was barefoot.

As she ran, she stumbled. Screaming for help, people went into their houses. He even heard one of the McBrides' neighbors mention drugs and scoff. Lincoln felt his being overcome with dread. A large man in a mask turned the corner shortly after the girl.

That peircing scream again. She was so frightened that she wasn't talking. As she neared Lincoln grabbed her arm and tugged her towards the McBride residence. He got the door unlocked and shoved her inside. He locked it and slammed it closed, just as a hefty weight slammed him against it.

He felt his breath knocked out of him.

"Not this shit again!"

Pounding, struggling with something metallic, screaming. These drew their attention.

The invidivual stood up and the large masked figure looked at them. "You're not the boy!"

"Oh, so, you see me."

"I see him, but I feel you."

Eyes turned to look into the reflection. The eyes weren't black this time, but it definetly wasn't the image she had of him. "I really didn't get a chance to check myself out in his body last time."

"You have his keys?"

"That's a stupid question." They motioned to the door. "You honestly think I'll let you in there for free?"

The masked figure gripped the teen roughly just as the police showed up.

"You can go with them or you can deal with me."

"I have a hostage." The masked man's tone was quite smug.

A call had been made by a frantic girl. A man had been holding her since last night and had tried to drown her in a pool when she escaped. Now she was in a house and the man was trying to get in. She mentioned a boy and being worried about him. She gave them the address off of some junk mail.

They exited their cars to see a hooded man holding a white haired teen. The suspect ignored their calls and warnings and seemed to be talking with the teen.

They had no shot with the way the teen was held so they watched as the captive struggled for a few moments, then as he winced in pain.

Then they watched in horror as...