Floor boards creak and thunder booms. Up the stairs, you find me in your room. I've been waiting on the bed, for you to come as you were lead. By your thoughts, I have you. My almost scent, and not quite stare. Your skin tingles when I don't brush you there. You nearly hear me, on the wind. A whisper meant to suck you in. You're in chains, bound by yourself. Waiting for me to let you out. Read this story and tell me after, is freedom worth the price of this chapter?

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Lincoln stepped across the threshold of the door, out into the hall. He left Lucy behind, still gasping for breath, and tread with deliberate motions, down the hall to Loris room. The barrier slammed open before he reached it and his beloved eldest sister stormed into the hall. Her face was red and she was taking heavy breaths. Her diaphragm expanding and contracting visibly. Even while angry, she looked beautiful, but he wasn't here to watch her. He was here to calm her down.

"Lori." He addressed her.

"Lincoln, get out of the way!" She demanded, her body trembling with the desire to just push passed him.

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

She moved to step by him, "I'm going to give Santiago a piece of my mind!"

"Lori, you need to calm down." He snagged her hand as she went by and held it to keep her from going.

She whirled on the spot and Lincoln suddenly found himself looking down and to the side. A jarring clap of flesh on flesh rang through the hall, and as pain flared across the side of his face, Lincoln realized what she'd done. Multiple emotions vied for dominance inside him. Anger, Hurt, and Confusion. His features smoothed over, his face settling into a hard, unidentifiable visage. Slowly he brought his head back up to look her in the eyes. The rage was gone from her features. The hand she'd slapped him with clutched against her chest, as though she was protecting it from something. Her eyes were wide and tears gathered in the corners.

Lincoln wanted to demand an apology from her. He wanted to attack her back. He wanted to ask why she did it. He couldn't do any of that. None of it would help. It wouldn't calm her down. The first one would just make her angry again. Despite how he felt about the situation, he still had to do what was best. He didn't actually know what was best in this situation though. All he could do was, not do what was worst.

"I promised I would be here for you." He reminded her flatly. He dropped her hand and dragged his gaze from her own. Looking unwaveringly ahead, he walked down the length of the hall to his room.

"Lincoln wait!" His eldest sister called out to him.

He paused with his hand on the knob, glaring at the door and waiting for her to say something. She didn't. The silence was deafening.

"Come talk to me when you're done hurting me." He said, in parting. He opened the door and closed it softly after his passage.

He sat on his bed and waited.

HOW SEXY WAS THAT? NOT AT ALL RIGHT? IT WAS ACTUALLY KIND OF CRINGE INDUCING.

It was dark by the time someone came for him. He glanced at the door, when he heard a muted knock from the other side.

"L-Lincoln?" Lori spoke softly. There was the barest tremble in her voice. "C-can I come in?"

he didn't say anything, but he stood up from his bed and opened the door for her. He stood in the frame, blocking her way in for a moment, and then moved aside to let her pass. He closed the door in her passing, and moved to sit next to her on his bed. They sat in silence for a minute.

"I-I'm sorry, alright?" she said. "I shouldn't have hit you, and I'm sorry. I know you were just trying to do what was best for me."

"Why did you do it?" He requested, his voice steady and stoic.

"I-I was angry. I just found out what Bobby did, and I was angry. I wanted to hurt him."

He gazed at her, "But I was the closest target."

She squirmed pitifully under his stare.

"What are your thoughts on what happened?" He quizzed suddenly.

Lori was taken aback. Her expression shifted from surprise to an angry snarl. "I hate him. He had me, and I was loyal to him. Then he threw me away and slept with his sister."

"I understand where you're coming from, but I'll ask that you not seek revenge."

"What, why?" There was an edge in her voice.

"Because you're better than him." Her lips parted in surprise, when he said that. "I don't want you to lower yourself to his level." His words were carefully chosen. "I love you Lori, I respect you, I'll always be here, I'll remain by your side, and I forgive you." He broke into a soft smile, and shifted closer to her. The distance between them used to be a foot, now his own thigh was brushing against hers. "If you really want to get back at him. If you really need to. Prove to me that you can get over him." He wrapped an arm around her waist. His fingers brushing, just slightly, under the hem of her shirt, and molding into her soft skin. "And get with a guy who truly deserves someone as wonderful as you." He whispered the last part. His head on her shoulder and his face tilted towards hers, their lips inches apart.

"L-Lincoln." She stuttered. She suddenly closed the distance between them, her lips molding into his own. She closed her eyes, then snapped them open. She jerked away, attempting to end the kiss, but Lincoln didn't let her. He rolled over so he was sitting on her lap, straddling her, and recaptured her lips with his own. Pushing her down to his bed, he reached up with his hands and combed them through her hair. He opened his mouth and nudged her own lips open with his tongue. tugging tenderly at her hair, he tasted her mouth. Mint and chocolate. Kneading the skin on her scalp, he took a deep preparatory breath through his nose, and coaxed her tongue into his own mouth, capturing it with his teeth. He bit down firmly enough to discourage her from trying to escape, but softly enough to not hurt, and he held her until he could feel her about to take a breath of her own. With a sudden movement, he released her tongue and shoved his own as far down her throat as he could manage, preventing her from inhaling. She struggled weakly against him, her efforts getting ever more feeble as time passed, until when she was about to pass out, Lincoln released her and pulled back.

"I love you Lori." He told her.

She inhaled and exhaled deeply, fighting for a second wind. Lincoln took the opportunity to trail one his hands down and grasp one of her breasts through her shirt. He had practice. He knew what to do. He undulated his fingers across the surface of the globe. Her eyes fluttered back into awareness and she gasped upon finding their position.

"I love you Lori." Lincoln repeated.

"I L-love you t-too Lincoln." She answered.

Lincoln sat up, and pulled his hand from her breast.

"W-why'd you stop?" She mewled.

"I won't go any further now." He seized and pulled her up, pressing her against himself and wrapping her in a hug. "I don't want to do it, if you're not ready. I won't do it, if you're going to regret it later." He murmured into her ear. "We have plenty of time to strengthen our relationship. When you're ready to go further, we'll go further." Her hands rose to wrap around him as well. "For now though, it's getting late. Sleep in my bed tonight." He told her. "It's smaller than your bed, but that just means we'll have to snuggle in closer." He pulled her up from the bed, and kissed her once more. "Go get dressed in your night clothes and come back." He ordered, sending her on her way with a final kiss. He closed the door behind her, leaving it just open enough to be inviting, without compromising his privacy. He quickly changed into his night clothes, and waited.

Minutes later, she peaked back in. Her face flushed, but her mouth set in a delicate smile. She slipped back into the room, and shut the door firmly in her wake. Rising from his bed, he moved to her and locked the door.

"We don't want anyone to see anything they shouldn't." He explained to her.

Guiding her back to the bed, he held her firmly and lowered her onto it. Climbing down himself, he lay facing her and pressed himself into her embrace. capturing her lips with his own. Trailing kisses along her jaw line, he made his way to her ear.

"Goodnight Lori." He breathed.

"Goodnight Linky." She mumbled back, her breathing evening out until he was certain she was asleep.

With her no longer conscious, He got to work, once again. By the end of this, he wanted her body to be so used to him bringing her pleasure, that his very presence was enough to do it.

I WANTED TO MAKE LINCOLNS DOMINATION OF LORI BELIEVABLE. I THINK I SUCCEEDED… AT LEAST BY THE STANDARDS OF PORN LOGIC.

He woke up, once again, to the feeling of Lori attempting to leave without waking him up. She was one for three on that front, not a very good record.

"Lori." He commanded her attention, just as she was standing from the bed. She stiffened. He rolled to the side and swung his legs around, rising to his feet behind her. He held her and spun her around to face him. She was blushing madly, and Lincoln could see the damp spot on her pajama pants he'd worked to give her the previous night. "Give me a kiss before you go."

"Okay…" She mumbled, bending down and pressing her lips against his own. He held her there. Reaching up the back of her t-shirt, he lightly trailed his nails down her spine, sending a shiver through her. Letting her go, she stepped back and unlocked the door. Sending him a final blushing glance, she slipped out and shut the door behind her.

Lincoln waited an hour, before leaving the room himself. He went through his normal morning routine, and quickly left for Lucys room. Finding her on her bed, reading a book of poems, he demanded her attention. A rare smile broke over her face upon seeing him, and a light flush colored her cheeks.

"I need you Lucy." Her flush darkened, and she moved back on her bed, inviting him to join her. "Not right now." At her disappointed look, he clarified. "Later. I need you to find a way to move a mattress to the attic."

"T-there's already one up there." She told him.

"Oh? Well good. Then I need you to meet me in the attic in an hour." He instructed her.

Seeing her nod, he stepped forward and ruffled her hair, before sauntering from the room. Making sure that nobody was in the hall, he pulled the ladder to the attic down and climbed up, pulling the trapdoor shut at his rear. He settled down, anticipating the arrival of his first sisterly girlfriend. Sister girlfriend? Sisterfriend?

Time flew like a brick sliding uphill, but it did pass. Lincolns head snapped to the side, when the trapdoor lowered again and Lucy came climbing up the steps.

"You're here." He stated. She nodded. "Remember that I won't do anything you don't want me to do, but I need practice with sex." She blushed furiously, her breath quickening into short gasps. "The closest thing I have to experience with sex, are my times with you and now Lori." The second closest thing he had to experience was this time at a bus stop, when he saw a huge dude unzip his pants and stick his dick in a sandwich. Lincoln didn't think that counted, as he didn't stick around to watch. He was pretty sure he heard sobbing on his way out though, and he knew for a fact that someone called the cops.

"L-Lori?" Lucy asked, drawing him from his thoughts and back to her. She looked shocked.

"I suppose I'm her rebound guy, but I'm going to try my absolute hardest to keep her. You're going to help me." He told her.

He moved back over to the trapdoor and pulled it closed again.

"Show me where the mattress is." He directed her.

She nodded and lead him to one of the corners, where the roof began to slope. There was an old bed on the floor. It was a little dusty, but it was in good shape otherwise.

"Before we begin, do you think you're ready to have sex?" He asked her considerately. He didn't want to do anything she wasn't ready for. He may have been in charge in their relationship, but that meant that he had to take care of her.

She froze, as though unsure of what to answer.

"It's okay for you to say no." He explained gently. "I don't want to hurt you Lucy. I love you, and I want you to be happy. Are you okay with having sex with me?" He asked again.

Still horribly flushed, she shakily shook her head.

Lincoln moved to reassure her. He gathered her in his arms and softly pet her head, and rubbed her back.

"That's okay." He soothed her. "We won't go that far. Remember that you can tell me if I'm going too far for you." He rocked her back and forth in his arms, until she relaxed and melted into his embrace. "We'll just start, and go until we either go too far for you, or I gain the experience I'll need to please Lori. Is that fine with you?" She nodded, her face pressed into his chest, and Lincoln backed her to the mattress.

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Hey, did you like the Halloween themed poem at the top of the chapter. That's probably all you're getting out of me, as far as festiveness goes.

Who wants to be my Valentine in October? How about you AS. You want to be my Halloweenietine?

Did nobody read the last chapter of Splitting Hairs. I mean I don't really have a right to complain about this, but I'm used to a much more active response when I update my stories.

I am crossing my legs as I type this. Seriously it's, uh, it's an experience… It's almost like I'm ticklish, but not quite. Do you know what I mean?

AHHHHH! IT'S LIKE THERE'S AN ELECTRIC CURRENT RUNNING THROUGH MY BODY!

I hope that reference didn't ruin the experience for anyone. I just really wanted to include that…

IT'S A FUCKING CLIFF HANGER! YOU'RE STILL TRAPPED!