Let's wade in waist deep. It's not swimming, but it's enough to get you appreciably wet.

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He lowered her to the bed gently and sat down beside her. He would start with what he knew, and wade into the waters of sexuality gradually. He pulled her onto his lap, her legs spread on either side of him, wrapped one arm around her waist and gripped the hair on the back of her head with his other. Pulling her in, he captured her lips with his own and forced his tongue into her mouth. Exploring the cavern for the second time, she tasted like oranges and chocolate. Though he suspected that all his sisters would taste like chocolate. He twisted his tongue around her own and pulled back slightly. Separating their lips, but leaving his tongue in her mouth. A silent order to her.

She responded, lovingly closing her lips around his organ and applying a gentle suction. He let her savor his flavor for a few seconds, before diving back in and forcing his probing muscle down her throat. He brought his one hand from the around her waist and used it to brush aside her bangs, staring her in the eyes, even as they lost focus and her lids drooped.

He finally pulled back, allowing her to breath. He lifted her up and turned her around so her back was against his chest. While she was still regaining awareness, he ran his palm smoothly down her front, until he reached the hem of her dress. He slipped a few fingers under and hooked them over her panties, dragging them down over her legs and off her body. Dropping them to the side, he slithered his hand back up and cupped her center, grinding against it with his palm, hearing her instinctively gasp and struggle to breath evenly, the new stimulation doing nothing to help her brain regain healthy oxygen levels. He head lolled to the side, drool bubbling and running down her cheek. He bent forward, scraping his teeth against her throat, before pressing his tongue to a vein and following it up to her jaw.

She inhaled sharply and whined softly, as her fluids gushed onto his palm. Lincoln sat back, holding Lucy to his chest to keep her from falling forward and waited for her to regain her breath. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, and slowly recovered her bearings, flushing a deep crimson upon seeing what had transpired while she was fighting to stay conscious.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked her kindly.

She shook her head, and he turned her to face him again. Lowering her back to the mattress, he brushed her bangs back again and looked her in the eyes, and pressed his lips tenderly against hers. Sinking down the length of her form, he placed his head between her legs and found himself gazing at her slit. It and her thighs were slick with her juices and Lincoln found himself curious. Moving closer her stuck his tongue out and lapped at her flower, and she gasped sharply… Faintly sweet, mostly salty. It was like slightly sweet sweat that clung to the tongue. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't enormously pleasant either. Still, it was nice to know he wouldn't have to put up with something horrible, to orally bring pleasure to his girls.

His tongue flickered out once again and pressed firmly against the split, and Lucy took a trembling breath. With a sudden forced, he dove in and his tongue lanced in. Lucys hips bucked and a shudder ran the length of her body, a smaller spray of juices forced its way passed the intrusion, and Lincoln felt the her liquids stream down his chin. He wasn't sure what to do from here, so he tried everything he could think of. He twisted his muscle onto itself and curled it from side to side. He pressed it against the walls of her core and rasped her sensitive flesh. he brought one hand up and inserted a finger or two, to wriggle around inside her, and when he noticed a small bead at the top of her flower, he seized it and rolled it between his finger and thumb. He switched, scraping the inner walls of her core with his fingers, and capturing the nub with his teeth. He carefully ran them over it, sawing from side to side. He closed his lips and applied suction, flicking the bead with his tongue, Lucy gasped and groaned. Moaning and whimpering, until her back arced her nectar flooded the bed.

While she recovered, Lincoln took the time to unbutton his jeans and slide them down his legs, kicking them off. He pulled Lucy back into a sitting position and waited for her to regain her breath, then pushed her bangs aside so he could see her eyes and presented her with his hand, slick with her own juices. She looked at it and understood what he wanted, but glanced at him and pleaded with her eyes.

"I'll stop if you tell me to, but remember who's in charge here Lucy. I won't respond to a wordless plea." He narrowed his eyes, his face setting into a stern expression.

She looked away, unable to meet his gaze, and focused on his hand again. Dipping her head forward, she stuck out her tongue and tremblingly licked at the wetness. She considered the flavor for a second, and then with less hesitation continued to lap at his hand until the only liquids remaining were her own spit.

With the completion of her task, Lincolns hand darted out and snatched her tongue between his pointer finger and thumb, and used his other hand to grab her own, bringing it around so her palm was pressed against his hardness.

"I think it's time you returned the favor, don't you?" He stood from his spot and with one hand still holding her tongue, he used his other hand to guide her in pulling down his underwear.

His length, which had previously been pressed against his body, fell and bounced, with a noticeable spring. Lucys eyes followed it as it swayed, and instinctively reached out to grasp it. Lincoln struggled not to gasp, and what came out was more of a sharp intake of breath through his nose. He directed her hands to a pumping motion, and fought to keep his composure. It was hard. Shivers and shudders ran through his body and up his spine, as pleasures the likes of which he'd never felt before were introduced to him. Like someone was tickling him and giving him a massage at the same time. He felt something building so he grasped her hands, forcing her to stop, and though his legs felt weak; he took a step forward and let his length fall, pressing against his younger sisters face. Using his free hand, he tilted her head back until her tongue pressed against his shaft. Only then, did he release her organ from his other hand. She knew what to do. And she did. She relaxed the muscle, broadening its surface, and dragged it from the base to the tip. She reached up with one hand, but Lincoln slapped it away, pushing forward, forcing his tip into her mouth. She suckled it, and brought her head down, bringing as much of his length in as she could manage. She wrapped her tongue around his organ, and tasted him. She bobbed her head from side to side, and up and down. She applied pressure to the tip with the point of her tongue, and soon it was all too much for Lincoln. With a shuddering breath, he wrapped his arms around her head, hugging her close, as he burst in her mouth.

Lucy grimaced at the flavor, something that Lincoln immediately took note of, but she still swallowed, to his satisfaction. As his length softened, he made a few mental notes. First, he would have to find a way to make his own fluids taste better. It wouldn't be fair to his girls if he tasted awful, but they tasted fine. Second, he would have to find ways to last longer. He collapsed back onto the bed and caught his breath.

"You did a good job Lucy." He praised her. "We're done for now. Remind me to take you on a date, sometime in the future." He added.

Lucy blushed pleasantly, "Okay." she mumbled, a smile gracing her lips.

They quickly dried themselves from the liquids of their escapades and put their clothes back on. They were a little sticky themselves, but that was easily fixed by a change of clothes in their own rooms.

TWO WHOLE PAGES OF SEXY TIMES, ON WORD. I THOUGHT IT WAS NEVER GOING TO END. NOT THAT I WANTED IT TO.

The next few days passed in a haze of happy encounters with Lucy and Lori, and most of them weren't even sexy. They were just happy to see him and hang out with him, and he couldn't blame them. He felt the same way when spending time with them. As nice as physical intimacy was, he wasn't dating his sisters because of it. He was dating them because he honestly loved them. The physically pleasurable encounters were just a bonus.

He'd not been idle in that time though. He already had Lucy. He basically owned her at this point, but Lori was still liable to wake up one day and regret everything they'd already done together. And while he didn't think their relationship would degrade back to the sort of standoffish point it had been at before. He wasn't sure he could be satisfied with merely having a close sibling relationship with her, after having experienced something even closer than that. Not to say that he wouldn't let her go if she was unhappy, but he'd try everything else to make her happy before even considering it.

These last few days, in-between the fun he had with both of them, and the work he'd done on Luna, he'd been setting up something special. A date for Lori. While he knew they couldn't kiss or snuggle in public. He didn't want to have to hide his close relationship with her. It would be fine as long as no one figured out the exact nature of their relationship. He'd been saving up money, doing odd jobs for Mr. Grouse. The old man didn't pay very well, but he needed a lot of stuff done, so the sheer quantity made up somewhat for the lack of quality. Lincoln knocked on Loris door.

"Come in!" His oldest sister called.

He twisted the knob and stepped through. Loris face lit up at seeing him, and she turned from her conversation with Leni to focus her full attention on her beloved younger brother. An action which clearly confused the other girl. He reached into his back pocket and fished out two tickets.

"I got two tickets to see, The Fruits We Crave," a movie he knew she'd been meaning to see with Bobby, before they broke up, "and I thought I'd ask if you wanted to come with me."

A look of surprise settled over her features, before shifting back to happiness, and she chuckled softly into her hands.

"You know, I was literally just thinking of seeing that a few weeks ago." She told him, smiling contently.

"You were?" He gasped in feigned surprise, though the look on her face told him she saw through his act. "I just thought you might like to see it."

"Ha!" She laughed, "Heh. Has anyone ever told you, you're perfect?"

"Is that a yes or a no?"

She shook her head fondly, "Come on Twerp. Let's go see a movie." She rose from her bed, and strode from her room, passed him and down the stairs.

Lincoln followed after her. She started the car, and Lincoln climbed in shotgun. They pulled from the driveway and drove down the street to the movie theater.

TIME FOR YOUR FACE, ON THE SCREEN, LAPPING UP MY WORDS. THEY TASTE LIKE CHERRY, AND EXTEND YOUR LIFE BY LITERAL SECONDS.

Lincoln didn't pay much attention to the movie. It was a romance, and that's about everything that he retained. Mostly he focused on Lori, and his plans for the future. Near the beginning of the movie, he'd snaked his arm around her waist. It was less conspicuous than putting his hand over her shoulder. He didn't distract her though. She actually wanted to watch the movie, not just use it as an excuse to make out. So while she watched, he considered. He thought about his plans.

How was he going to get Lori to accept other sisters in their relationship? He had Lucy, who would follow almost any order he gave her. Could he possibly send Lucy after Lori? He could give Lucy instructions to aid her in seducing their eldest sibling. Then after she reported back her success, he could pretend to walk in on them. Lori might let him bring someone of his choice into their relationship if she thought he'd caught her cheating on him. Could he do that? Yes. Would he do that? No. His goal here was the happiness of all those involved with him. He also wanted happiness for the rest of his sisters, but he was more directly responsible for the continued happiness of the sisters who were involved with him. He wouldn't do anything to purposefully jeopardize their happiness. While sending Lucy after Lori and then walking in on them would probably result in Lori letting him bring in someone else, it would also devastate Lori. That meant the fake cheating plan, wasn't an option. He would have to think of another way to bring Luna in.

Bringing Leni in might actually be relatively easy. Lori was already pretty close to Leni. She was already protective of Leni. Lori was almost like a second mom to Leni, and while a relationship like that might have proved a hinderance to his plans, Lori had already proven willing to ignore the taboo. To bring Leni in, he would only have to share his thoughts on Lenis potential dating life. It should spark Loris protective nature and get her thinking about how to keep Leni from being traumatized by guys who would date her for her body. Lincoln would still have to be careful though. He couldn't be blatant about this, or Lori would definitely catch onto his intentions… He could… He'd lead her to conclusions while her mind was unguarded before. He could simply use his magic fingers again, and once she was properly under, lead her to the conclusions he wanted her to make.

On matters that were somewhat related, but not as closely. Luan had been giving him calculating glances. She'd look away as soon as she noticed that he'd seen her. The situation was unnerving. He didn't know what she was after, but he'd have to keep an eye on her. Make sure she didn't try anything. And make sure that if she did, he could counter her.

I'VE ALSO POISONED YOU. SO IF YOU DON'T LICK YOUR COMPUTER SCREEN, YOU'LL DIE TOMORROW. MY WORDS ARE THE ANTIDOTE.

After the movie ended, Lincoln directed her to a small restaurant and surprised her by paying. He explained how he'd gotten the money, and her fond smile grew. They ate, they talked, and they held hands under the table, while sitting beside each other. And when the meal was over, they drove home. Lincoln surprised her again by pulling out her old console. He'd dug it up from the piles of random crap in the attic. He brought out some of her favorite old games and they played. Lori absolutely trashing him, due to her still having ingrained reflexes and him having never played the games before. He still had fun though, and by the end of the day, she was laughing out loud. Her head thrown back, as she joyously held her stomach and her entire frame shook. Eventually it was time for bed, and they stood together in the middle of the hall, about the separate for the night and sleep in their own beds. Lori stopped him as he turned to leave.

"Lincoln. I said it earlier, but I'll say it again. You're perfect." She grinned toothily at him, "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Then waved, and turned to head to her own room. Lincoln watching her go.

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There, I included both eroticism and fluffy goodness.

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Like with the first chapter, I wrote this up in one sitting and uploaded it after one read through, looking for errors. It's possible I missed some. Point them out for me if you see any particularly blatant ones.