Last chapter of Mirror More. With all my story ideas in the backlogs, I may need help deciding which to do next after this. I had the initial idea of doing a sort of cross dimensional email thing, where readers would leave reviews as emails to this version of Lincoln, and he'd respond… But I'd only do that if enough people wanted it. Other than that, I may put it up to a vote on some of the Discord chat rooms I frequent.

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Blood pounded her ears, as She clutched to her brother. His hips pounding into her with the rhythmic smacking of his flesh against hers, as his length speared into her over and over again. Reaching deep into her body and retreating, before pushing back in at a desperate, as he sought to regain the vital connection between them as much as she did.

Hot air wore away at the inside of her throat, as her breath remained quick. The effort of expanding her lungs leaving a ache in her chest that she wouldn't give away for anything, even as she tasted metal on the tip of her tongue. The rippling burn of raw flesh being stimulated as air rushed in and out.

Bleary eyed, and with white spots blooming at the edges of her vision, she sought Lincoln's eyes with her own. Reaching up to grip the back on his head with her open palm, she groaned in satisfaction as she felt one of his hands mirror hers and seize a fist of her hair. Pulling gently, but firmly, the faintly painful tingling sensation burst like stars in her mind, numbing her thoughts in a haze of pleasure.

Her lips crushed against his. Her tongue twinning with his. She tasted him needfully. Drinking him in with every moment, as her organ probed his depths. Scraping along the backs of his teeth. She pulled back and looked at him. Her lips stretching back when she couldn't help but smile. A sudden hard thrust jolted through her frame. Rushing up from her core and pushing the air from her lungs. She could feel as the sheets scrunched up beneath her, as the unexpected force pushed her body further up the bed.

It was followed by another, and another, as Lincoln slowed his pace, but put a lot more power behind each movement. She could feel as his length pulled from her core, her inner folds churning and pressing him. Her body instinctively working to milk him for everything he was worth, despite the that that she really wanted this to last longer. She wasn't able to think about much right then, but she knew that whatever her body wanted, she didn't want it to end. The ticklish charge of pleasurable electricity rippling up from her depths as he kept the power but upped his pace. The tip of his length repeatedly slamming into a spongy bundle of nerves deep inside her, that sent a jolt of pleasure through her every time he hit it.

Her legs twitched and squirmed beneath him, as she fought to gather the strength needed to lift them and circle his waist, so she could pull him closer, deeper, harder, faster. They were too weak for that, and she only managed a few ineffective spasms, before they went limp, except for the occasional jerk as she tried again.

She could see the sheen of sweat, dripping from his form. Slicking up everything, and feeling cold against her own feverishly hot skin. Flushed crimson from exertion. His fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as he gripped her to allow for better leverage. Occasionally lifting her hips off the bed entirely so he could use the better angle to reach even deeper than before and fog her mind with churning clouds of bliss.

He took one hand from her hips and she missed the contact, until his digits found their way to her breast. Rolling, squeezing, and massaging across the surface. Her eyes rolled in their sockets. Water gathering and blurring her vision, even as her gaze landed on the sight she'd been trying her best to ignore.

Her three younger sisters, sitting on Leni's bed and watching with varying expressions. Each as close to the edge of the bed as they could get without sitting on the floor.

Lucy with her legs simply crossed. Her hair held back from her face, by the white band, to show the intensity of her unwavering gaze.

Leni quivered in her seat. Both of her hands pressed between her legs and her juices soaked into the blanket beneath her, and ran down her leg. She looked at them with lidded eyes and grinned widely.

Luna sat leaned forward as far as she could go. Her eyes wide and her mouth gaping open. A small amount of drool escaping from one corner of her mouth.

Lori tried not to think about them though. They weren't important right now, and being watched was literally too embarrassing. She rolled her eyes back up to Lincoln. Tears blurring his face, but that was fine. She loved his white hair. She loved his freckles. She loved his chipped tooth. She pulled him down and pressed her mouth back over his. She loved his taste. She loved his smell. She loved how he felt inside her. As her breasts pressed against his chest she found that she loved the feeling of his skin against hers. She loved his smile. She loved his wit. She loved how much he cared. She loved his kindness. She love him. Completely.

With a few final thrusts, all that had been building up inside her broke and rushed out. Her clawed hands digging into his back as she exploded, and felt his seed pour into her in turn.

She loved it.

Lincoln was literally the best person she could have hoped to fall in love with. He was perfect.

She smiled at him so hard her face was starting to hurt, but it was okay. He was worth it. He was worth anything.

For this, I Really did my best to bring my A game. Be sure to tell me how this stacks up against the rest of my lewd work.

As Lincoln got off of Lori and stood from the side of the bed, he invited Luna to join him. They kissed and Luna fell to her knees in front of him, and that was when Lynn was finally able to make herself move.

Shaking herself from her daze, she crawled back through the too big vent as quietly and quickly as she could. Coming to the end and dropping into the room she shared with Lucy. She didn't want to think about Lucy.

She flopped onto her bed and stared past the ceiling.

In the two months since she last followed Lori through the vents, she didn't make any more progress figuring out how to get in on the game. Eventually she'd just gotten so frustrated that she decided to follow Lincoln. He was the one in control. She thought that maybe he'd give her some kind of lead.

She'd have to admit that she didn't see this coming.

Maybe she didn't want to get involved… She felt numb.

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Chapter notes:

I was almost tempted to just never release the last chapter. Leave this entire story on a cliff hanger forever. In theory it's hilarious. It's less so in practice.

My space bar broke on my keyboard. I fixed it by prying it up and replacing the spring.