Lincoln found Lana sitting on his bed, her knees drawn to her chest and her arms wrapped around his pillow. When he came in, she glanced at him then away, her eyes glimmering with unshed tears and her mouth a miserable squiggle. His heart squeezed and his step faltered. "Hey," he said, climbing on and sitting next to her, "you alright?"

After Dino and Dinette left and everyone drifted away, he ignored every instinct in his body and went off in search of Lana instead of comforting Lola, who whimpered quietly into her pillow. Dino's words rang through his head: She like you, though, nigga. Tryna steal yo ass away from ya girl. They say hindsight is 20/20, and looking back, knowing what he knew now, it was pretty clear what Lola was doing. Lincoln loved Lana with all his heart and soul, and on a clear blue day, he would never cheat on her, but he didn't trust himself right now, not 100 percent. He felt something for Lola, even if just physical attraction coupled with brotherly love, and it would be far too easy for him consoling her to lead to something else.

Which is the main reason he left her crying alone into her pillow.

"No," Lana said and hugged her knees.

Lincoln frowned and slipped his arm around her shoulders, drawing her to his chest. "What's wrong?" he asked.

She sighed deeply. "Lola. She wants to take you away from me. And Lisa. She hates our guts just because we're together. It's like…" she trailed off. "It's like no one wants me to be happy." She hugged herself even tighter and stared down at her feet.

Lincoln opened his mouth to reply, but he honestly didn't know what to say to that. Lisa was...he didn't know. She hated that he and Lana were together with a psychotic intensity that shocked him. Lola...something told him Lola was jealous. Or maybe Dino was right and she needed attention. It's easy to get lost in the shuffle when you have ten siblings, he knew that all too well. It didn't matter if you were a beauty queen, or if you were a guitar goddess - it didn't matter if you were a sports star or wore black or anything else. Life gets in the way, and sometimes you fall into the cracks. Before Lana, he felt like that all the time - lost, overlooked, forgotten, as though he were alone in the world and no one really cared about him.

He knew what Lola was going through, and it hurt because he knew just how awful it really was.

"I don't think Lola wants to...to break us up...per se," he started cautiously. "I think she just...she needs attention, like Dino said. We do exclude her a lot."

"Because she deserves it."

Lincoln shrugged one shoulder. "Yeah, she does bring it on herself, but she's...you know...she's high maintenance. Some people are. They can't help it; everyone is a certain way, whether they're born like that or made. They might be difficult, but they don't necessarily mean to be, and when no one wants to be around them, they can't understand why. And it hurts." He took a deep, contemplative breath and thought of Lola - everything she was, everything she did, searching now for hints of why she did the things she did, trying to make meaning out of chaos. Not long ago, she blackmailed Lana over that Hustler she found at the dump. What did she ask from her?

To play tea party.

To spend time with her.

When he and his other sisters did things, they never invited Lola because she was so difficult - she would whine if things didn't go exactly the way she wanted them to (if they picked a movie she didn't like, for example) and then treat everyone like dirt. They left her out, and she knew it...which could very well inform the way she acted toward them in a vicious, never ending cycle. Lola was a princess: Snooty, picky, spoiled, and selfish.

But she was also their sister.

He said as much, and Lana listened intently, her lips pursing as she considered his words. "You should go talk to her," he finished.

Lana sighed. Lincoln was right about her being their sister and them needing to be there for her, but that didn't change the fact that Lola was trying to steal him. It didn't matter the reason, it didn't matter why she was doing it, it only mattered that she was. Every action has an intention behind it - you can do the best thing for the worst reason or the worst for the best reason. Actions speak louder than words, they say; they also speak louder than motivations.

She thought back to the misery in Lola's eyes when she confronted her in their room. She was too mad to notice it at the time, but now, it filled her head and twisted her heart. "What do I say?" she asked. "'Hey, it's cool you're trying to steal Linc since you're sad'?"

"No," Lincoln said. "Just...ask her about it. See what she says. And don't be too rough on her."

Lana mulled it over a moment then nodded. "Alright, I'll go talk to her." She took Lincoln's hand and slipped her fingers through his. He squeezed and a happy little grin spread across her lips. Realistically, no one is perfect, but sometimes, a person comes so close that it doesn't matter. For her, Lincoln was that person, and the thought of him not loving her anymore made her sick. "I guess…" she trailed off when Lisa appeared in the doorway.

Oh, great, just what she didn't want right now: More hate.

Lincoln followed her gaze and tensed. The only time Lisa ever sought them out was when she felt like unloading judgement and derision, and he was not in the mood. "What do you want?" he asked, his arm tightening protectively around Lana's shoulder. She wasn't a weak girl - she could take care of herself - but being with Lincoln made her feel safe and at peace, as though nothing could ever harm her just so long as she was in his arms.

Taking a deep breath through her nose, Lisa said, "I would like to express my...apologies for the way I have treated the both of you these last few months."

Lana and Lincoln both lifted their brows in surprise. Do I have dirt in my ears? Cuz it sounded like Lisa said she was sorry about being an asshole to me and Linc, and that's not possible, not after all the things she'd said, and how vhement she was in saying them. Lisa wasn't just mildly off put by their relationship, she was repulsed by it - and never missed an opportunity to tell them. Her saying sorry was like...like the sun rising in the west and setting in the east, hot snow falling up, the clock ticking backwards, conservatives and liberals getting along.

In the words of the immortal Dino: Nigga wat?

Forging ahead, Lisa said, "I have been unduly harsh in my condemnation of your union, and I am sorry." Her face rippled slightly as though the final three words caused her physical pain.

"It's -" Lincoln started, but she spoke over him.

"I want the both of you to realize where I stand, and why I behaved the way I did. I see familial bonds as something special and, indeed, sacred. I see your relationship, therefore, as a perversion of said bonds. You gleefully couple, yet have not stopped to think about what comes next. You cannot marry, your offspring will be at increased risk for birth defects, and if your relationship dissolves, you will lose not only a partner but perhaps even a family member as well. I am honestly concerned that the latter may indeed happen one day, and had hoped you would see reason, or would at least be shamed into ceasing your activities. I see now that that won't work, and, after careful consideration, I have decided to support your relationship or, failing that, to overlook it."

When she didn't continue, Lincoln shifted uncomfortably. "Uh, t-thanks."

Lisa looked at Lana, and Lana intensively flinched. "Lana, I told you earlier today that I have not informed our parents of yours and Lincoln's goings on because I wanted to see one of you slip and get yourselves caught. That was not true, at least not entirely. I have not told because despite everything I've said, I care about both of you. I was hoping, yes, that our parents would intervene, but I could not bring myself to be the one to precipitate it." She looked at Lincoln, then down at her feet. "I don't like it, but I will try to accept it, and to accept you, as well."

Without another word, she turned on her heels and left the room, leaving Lana and Lincoln dumbfounded. "Dino was wrong," Lincoln said, "we're not an episode of Jerry Springer. We're an episode of Dr. Phil."


When Lana entered hers and Lola's room, she found her sister sitting on her bed, her pillow clutched to her chest for comfort and her face awash with grief: Unshed tears stood in her stormy eyes and black streaks of ink-like mascara dribbled down her delicate cheeks. Her usually perfect hair was messy and her dress was carelessly rumpled. She looked up, saw Lana, and froze, a shadow of fear flickering across her face.

"Hey," Lana said nervously. She stood at the foot of the bed and fought the urge to rub the back of her neck.

Lola watched her warily but didn't speak.

Coming around the side, Lana sat on the edge of the mattress and put her hands in her lap. Before coming in, she stood in the hall for a good ten minutes practicing what she was going to say, but the moment she saw the evident hurt in Lola's face, it all fled away from her. "I-I'm sorry about earlier," she said to her hands, unable to look at her sister's wounded eyes. "I just…" she sighed. "I popped off."

She could feel Lola's gaze heavy on the side of her face, and her cheeks started to burn. She turned her head, and Lola darted her eyes away. "It's alright," she said in a broken whisper. "I deserved it."

Seeing an opening, Lana said, "Is it true that you...you like Lincoln?"

For a moment, Lola didn't reply, and Lana began to wonder if she would. "Yes," she finally admitted.

Though Lana was kind of expecting this, her heart twinged anyway.

There it was.

Out in the open and heavy between them.

"Y-You were gonna...take him away from me?"

Lola visibly flinched as if struck...then nodded, her tears overspilling and sliding down her face. "I didn't...I didn't think of it like that." Her voice broke and the latter seven words came out in a breathy rush. "I saw what you guys had and I wanted it too. You look so happy together." She drew a shaky breath and wiped her eyes with the heel of her palm. Getting control of herself, she said, "When I found out, I thought it was gross, then I thought about it, and I realized how great Lincoln is, and when I saw how happy he made you, I...I got jealous. I wanted him to make me happy too."

Lana glanced at her sister, and frowned at the anguish she saw. "Dino was right," Lola went on. Her tone was slow, thick, and washed out. "I just want someone to love me. That's all." Her lips started to quiver and she hugged her pillow tighter. "I just want someone to love me."

Lana's heart cracked in two, and she turned, her arms circling around her weeping sister and pulling her to her chest. Lola squeezed her eyes closed and gave in to her sobs, her tiny body trembling like a leaf on a tree. Lola cried to get her way sometimes, and she could act very well, but this was genuine; there was a deep, black well of hurt inside of her that Lana never knew existed, and she started to tear up too. She didn't know why Lola felt this way, but she did, and that was all that mattered right now: She was in pain and Lana wanted only to fix it.

But how? She could fix broken toys, broken toilets, and broken struts, but she'd never fixed a broken person. She -

An idea struck her so hard she blinked.

No, that was crazy.

And made her more than a little uncomfortable...though, it wasn't that bad when you thought about it.

Absently stroking Lola's hair and shushing her, Lana turned the idea over in her mind and examined it from every angle, looking for flaws and finding several...none of them fatal, though. People did it all the time. It wasn't exactly normal, but neither was hers and Lincoln's relationship. It was fundamentally abnormal. If other people could make it work, why not them? She loved Lola, and she loved Lincoln, and they loved her - they could swing it, right?

Lana held her twin at arm's length and stared into her muddled eyes; a single teardrop raced down her cheek and dripped onto the front of her dress. Was she really about to propose this? It was surreal, insane, scary, and, to be honest...a little exciting. "I have an idea," she said.

"What?" Lola sniffed and wiped her eyes.

"How about we share him?"

Lola looked at her as if she'd just spoken in another language. "What?"

"Share Lincoln."

For a moment Lola's eyes were clouded with confusion, then understanding dawned in them and they widened with something approaching panic. "No, no, I-I can't do that, no."

"Why not?" Lana asked.

She was not expecting Lola's reply: The beauty queen sighed and hung her head. "Because he's yours. He loves you and you love him. I don't wanna get in the way of that."

"You won't get in the way," Lana said, her resolve increasing. "We share everything else, why not him too? He can love the both of us."

Lola shook her head. "No, Lana. He's yours. It wasn't right of me to try and take him away and I'm not going to do it now." She blinked her eyes slowly and took a deep breath. "You and him have nothing to do with me and I shouldn't have tried to make it about me. Dino said I was selfish and he was right. I am."

Well...Lana couldn't argue with that, but she waved her hand anyway. "Dino's an asshole. Don't worry about what he says." She reached out and took her sister's hand. Lola looked up, and Lana smiled. "Lincoln's great and you're right, he makes me real happy. I want him to make you happy too."

Lola thought, then shook her head again. "It's not right. I -"

"It's not right anyway," Lana said serenely. "He's our brother. What's one more abnormal thing?" She squeezed Lola's hand and flicked her eyes down as her mind flashed back to earlier in Lincoln's room, Lola climbing into his lap and his cheeks turning bright red. "The reason I got so mad about you doing that was…I think he likes you too."

She looked up, and Lola's eyes were wide. "You do?" she asked, unable to keep a hopeful note from her voice.

"Yeah. Did you see the way he acted when you were in his lap? I think he really liked it. I was threatened and scared you really would steal him."

"I'm sorry," Lola repeated earnestly.

Lana shook her head. "No, it's okay. He likes you too and I don't mind - we can have threesomes like on PornHub." She grinned and Lola's cheeks turned pink. Lana watched a lot of threesome videos, and while they weren't her favorite, they could be really hot when the participants did dirty stuff. Instead of one person peeing on you, you had two.

That alone was enough to make Lana want to add Lola.

One thing bothered her though.

"I just don't want you getting jealous or anything," she said, then thought for a second. "And I'll try not to be jealous either. I can kind of be sometimes." That was an understatement. She wasn't as bad as Lola, but they were twins and even though their personalities were completely opposite, they shared a lot of traits.

"I won't be," Lola said solemnly. "Just having what you have - knowing that Lincoln loves me and looks at me the way he does you...like you're the most beautiful girl in the world…" she sighed dreamily.

A warm smile crossed Lana's face. He did look at her that way, and it made her feel beautiful. Granted, beauty wasn't something she put much stock in, but it felt really nice even so. It would feel the same for Lola, she imagined.

"Let's do it, then," she said.

"Right now?" Lola asked in trepidation.

Lana playfully rolled her eyes. "No, in twenty years. Yes, right now."

Uncertainty crossed Lola's face, then she nodded. "Okay."

"Come on," Lana grinned.


Lincoln perched tensely on the edge of his bed, his shoulders hunched and his hands clasping his knees, one finger restlessly tap-tap-tapping. He looked like a man sitting in a hospital waiting room while his wife gave birth down the hall - nervous, reflective, and sick to his stomach with fear. Lana had only been gone a few minutes, but somehow it seemed like too long; she and Lola were both emotional right now, and all it would take for a simple talk to escalate into a fight was one cross word. Them going at it wasn't new, they'd done it a million times in the past, but this was different. Arguing over who got to go first in line or what game to play was mild, this was major, and given the fiery look in Lana's eyes when she went after Lola earlier, he surmised that any 'fight' between them would be major as well. He envisioned Lana straddling Lola, wrapping her hands around her delicate throat, and squeezing, her lips pulled back from her teeth in a sneer and her soft eyes flashing with hatred, and his stomach turned.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to send her in there alone. His reasoning was that since Lola...liked him or whatever it was she felt, he should stay away and let them talk it out on their own. Once that was out of the way, he could come in and...something; he didn't know. What's the protocol when two girls like the same boy? Catfights and bickering, he imagined, even if they were sisters. That conflict was compounded by the fact that the boy they both liked was their brother and lived in the same house. It would be different otherwise, but not matter where they went, he would be there, a constant reminder of the strife between them - a constant reminder to Lola that he was with Lana and not her.

That bothered him. Over the summer, Ronnie Anne dumped him for Poppa Wheelie (a move that perplexed Lincoln even now). He was gutted, heartbroken, and so sad he felt like dying. Now imagine if they lived with him, and every time he walked out of his room he saw them together, holding hands, kissing, staring longingly into each other's eyes, or simply standing close. It would rip his heart open every single time, and it would never heal. He didn't want that for Lola. She was kind of a mean-girl, but call hm weak or a pushover, she was his sister and he loved her.

What could he do, though? Break up with Lana? Neither of you can have me then. Yeah, he loved Lola but that was not going to happen. Maybe…

He looked up when Lana came in, a big grin plastered to her face. Oh, thank God, it looks like things went well.

Really, well, in fact, since Lola came in right behind her, looking nervous but not like she'd just been choked. She brushed her blonde hair behind her ear and closed the door behind her.

"Hey, Linc," Lana said happily and dropped onto the bed with a bounce. Lola came over and sat on his other side, the scent of her perfume wrapping itself around him like a velvet glove. He looked from her to Lana; Lana's grin widened and she laid her hand on his leg.

Hm. He was hoping they would make up somehow, but he never expected Lana to be quite this...buoyant, given the matter at hand. "Hey," he said, and glanced quickly at Lola; her hands were folded in her lap and her head was down, a spill of hair obscuring her regal features. "Did you guys talk?" he asked Lana.

"Yep," she said and ran her hand affectionately down his leg. She leaned forward to look at Lola, her brows shooting up as if to say any time now. He started to ask how it went, but froze when Lola's hand crept across his other leg, her gloved fingers brushing his inner thigh. Lana nodded in satisfaction. "We have an idea. If you're okay with it."

He looked from her to Lola; Lola's face was a lovely shade of pink and her teeth clamped her lower lip. Lincoln's heart started to race and he was suddenly hyper aware of her touch - the warmth of her hand through his jeans, the satiny scrape of her palm against rough denim. She flicked her eyes coyly to him then away, the corners of her mouth turning up. He swallowed hard and looked at Lana, who beamed suggestively.

She was okay with this.

"What?" he asked, even though he thought he knew - he was a lot of things, but stupid was not one of them. On the other hand, maybe it was wishful thinking.

Lana slided closer and skipped her fingers over his crotch; his dick stirred and started to fill with desire, bullets loading into the chamber of a gun. Lana's eyes twinkled with a roguish light. Lola followed her lead and slipped her hand between his legs. They both squeezed in unison, and he jumped, making both of them giggle. "Lola really likes you," Lana said.

Lincoln's heart skipped a beat, and he looked at Lola for confirmation. She darted her eyes demurely to his lap. "I do," she admitted.

"And," Lana said, tracing the outline of his now rigid dick with her fingers, "I figured we could maybe share you."

That's exactly what Lincoln thought she was going to say, but it threw him for a loop anyway. "If that's okay with you," she added.

Before she and Lola came in, his thoughts were heading in that direction anyway. He didn't think he was brave enough to actually suggest to Lana that they include Lola - he could imagine the hurt in her eyes, and maybe even hostility too - but it made perfect sense.

He looked at Lola; she kept her focus trained on her hand, her fingertips rubbing soft, clumsy circles into his erection, her breathing heavy and her blush deeper, red now, like fire. She allowed her eyes to go to his, and their gazes locked; Lincoln's heart sputtered and his stomach tightened. In her clear, crystal eyes, he saw trepidity, longing...and hope.

She needed him.

"Of course it is," he said, speaking directly to her. Her mouth turned up in a trembling smile, and he took her hand, his fingers weaving through hers. It was small in his grasp, graceful and warm. "I love you, Lola, and I'd be happy to...to be with you too."

She gave his hand a gentle squeeze and smiled through tears of joy. "I'd be happy too," she said.

They lost themselves in each other's eyes, their spirits mingling and their hearts slamming. When Lana whispered into his ear, her breath hot against his skin, her voice seemed to come from a great distance. "Kiss her."

Lola blushed and looked down at her lap.

Lincoln turned to Lana, and she nodded her assent.

He disentangled his hand from Lola's and looked at her, his heart palpitating. She glanced up, and for a moment, neither moved, then he leaned forward, and arching her back, she tilted into him, their lips meeting and their ragged breaths filling each other's noses. They gazed into one another's eyes for a moment, then Lincoln kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and lovingly caressing hers. Her eyelids fluttered closed and a look of bliss touched her face; she didn't kiss him back, but simply basked in the feeling of him exploring her mouth and tasting her lips. Her hands trembled in her lap and her bare toes curled into the carpet; her flesh turned hot and her jagged heartbeat basted violently against her ribs. When Lincoln cupped her cheek in his hand, his palm skimming her face and his fingers teasing through her hair, her breath hitched, and she licked the tip of her tongue slowly across his, relshing the flavor of his mouth, her hands shooting out weakly and clutching the front of his shirt when she felt like she was going to fall.

Lincoln pulled back, and her half-lidded eyes were hazy, her pink, parted lips sparkling with their mingled salvia. Her chest expanded and contracted, and she resembled a woman drunk. She smiled lazily and giggled goofily. "That was nice," she said.

He nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it was."

Lana ran her hand over his chest and placed a wet, sizzling kiss on the side of his throat. "Now have sex with her." He turned to look at her, and she grinned widely.

When he looked at Lola, she wore a matching smile.

He could have protested.

He could have hemmed and hawed.

He could have done a lot of things, but he was hard and he wanted her, so he kissed her again, more urgently this time. She returned it, her tongue swirling around his and her hands running over his chest in wide, appreciative circles, her palms molding to the contours of his muscles. Their heads tilted from side to side as their tongues coupled frantically and their lips mashed with a wet squelch.

Somehow she wound up on her back and Lincoln on top of her, his fingers dancing up the outside of her smooth, creamy leg, the hem of her dress brushing toward the apex of her thighs. She flattened her palms against his chest and undulated her body against his, her legs spreading. His bulge raked across her lips and her back arched as sensation shot through her in crashing, electric waves. Lincoln hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, the scrape of the soft fabric against her skin making her dizzy with passion. He broke the kiss and rocked back on his knees, his erection pushing out the front of his jeans. She chewed her bottom lip and stared hungrilly at it as he slipped her underwear over her ankle and threw them aside. Lana rubbed his back and stared at Lola over his shoulder, a devious grin on her face. "Take your dress off," she commanded like a naughty dungeon master guiding sinful play. Lola hesitated only briefly before slipping her arms through her dress, then pulling it over her head. She was entirely naked now, her lithe body bared for her brother and sister. Lincoln's breath caught and he caressed her with his gaze, his eyes pooling with lust that made her light-headed. "Do you like it?" she asked tentatively.

"You're beautiful," he said.

Her heartbeat sped up and her lips spread in a dirty simper. "Really?" she asked.

By way of reply, he laid his hands over her breasts, the heat of his palms soaking into her skin and making her tremble. He moved them slowly over her stomach, her sleek flanks, her hips, down her legs, his touch sending sharp pangs into her center. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she turned herself over to the feeling of him worshipping her body, lifting her leg and running his hands down her calf, her ankle, over the top of her foot, his fingers threading through her toes and his lips fleetingly touching the ball of her heel; hot lead swelled in her stomach and she panted deeply for breath. Sickly heat rolled from between her legs, and her scent filled the room like perfume,

"You're beautiful, Lola," Lincoln said and kissed the bottom of her foot, then the side of her ankle. She opened her eyes and he gazed upon her with total love and devotion. She licked her lips and swallowed thickly against a dry throat. Lana massaged Lincoln's shoulders and trailed trembling kisses along his neck and the side of his face. Her hat was gone, and her messy, dirty blonde hair hung to her bare shoulders. Lola couldn't see the rest of her but she imagined she was naked now too.

Lincoln let go of her leg and crawled between her thighs, propping himself up on one arm. With his other hand, he touched the side of her face and brushed his thumb over the ridge of her cheekbone. She stared up at him with wide, shimmering eyes, searching his face and seeing more love than she ever imagined possible. He leaned in and kissed her lips,the very tip of his tongue tasting her, his teeth brushing across her bottom lip, his nose brushing against hers. She took his face in her hands and kissed him back, her fingers running through his hair and her hips rocking against his bare erection, her wet lips grinding and gripping it, his shaft rubbing her clit and scrambling her brain.

She deepened the kiss, her arms circling around his neck and pulling him flush to her. Lana knelt on one side, nude, her face blushing and her eyes pooled with voyeuristic pleasure. Lola hooked one leg over Lincoln's hip, and he slipped his arm under, lifting it.

Wow, Lana thought, this was hotter than she thought it would be. Her eyes went to their sexes; Lincoln's dick prodded well above her hole, his hips sliding forward; he was mindless with passion, his body on autopilot. Lola wasn't much better off; her head was tossed back, her blonde hair pooled on the pillow, eyes closed, lips parted, cheeks blazing as Lincoln kissed her neck, one arm circled around her leg and the other resting on the bed.

They needed help, she decided.

Reaching down into the dank heat between them, she wrapped her fingers around Lincoln's pulsing shaft and guided it to Lola's opening, his head gliding between Lola's slick folds. Wow, she was really wet, and though Lana had never looked at any girl, much less her sister, like that, she found herself wanting to taste Lola's essence.

She let go of Lincoln's hand, swiped her finger along the beauty queen's center, and held it up to the light; it glistened with girl cum, and Lana slowly licked it, the salty flavor filling her mouth and coating her tongue. Ummm. It wasn't much different from Lincoln's.

Lincoln's hips moved gently back and forth but he didn't penetrate Lola - probably didn't even realize he was there. Or maybe she was too tight and he needed to really thrust. Lana laid her hand on his back and leaned into his ear. "Push," she said in a trembling whisper. "Fuck her, Linc."

He didn't hear her; he was too busy ravishing Lola's throat with desperate kisses, his lips molding around her crazily pounding pulse and his teeth grazing the tendons in her neck; she gasped and moaned his name in a breathy rush.

Guess they need even more help.

Sipping behind him, she cupped his butt in her hands, braced herself, and shoved forward just as he drew back: His hips shot forward and he sank deep into Lola's core, his head ripping through her hymen and his girth straining against her tight walls. She squealed and jumped, her back bending off the bed and her eyes flying open. Her face turned even redder than it was before and a long, trembling aaaahhhhhh fell her from quivering lips.

There.

Does this mean Lincoln took her virginity, or I took it?

Eh, it was a team effort.

Lola hugged Lincoln's neck tight and gasped for breath, the look on her face a mix of pleasure and pain. Lincoln started to pull back, and Lola cried out. "Be gentle," she moaned, "be gentle, be gentle, be gentle."

He pushed himself up and fisted the blanket in his hands, then drew back as delicately as he could, his head bowing. Lana shifted and knelt beside them, her hands resting on the tops of her legs and her eyes pointed at the point of their coupling; his glistening shaft withdrew slowly from Lola's blushing lips, then eased forward, filling her and pushing them apart. Whoa. Just like porn. She looked at Lola; her hands rested on Lincoln's shoulders her teeth dug into her lower lip, her eyes slitted, her tiny breasts rising and falling with the tide of her heartbeat. She turned her head and their eyes met.

The irresistible urge to kiss her came over Lana, and she went with it, leaning over and fusing her lips to her sister's. Lola stiffened, but relaxed when Lana's tongue flicked across hers; she kissed her back, let go of Lincoln's shoulder, and took Lana's face in her hands, yanking her forward. Lana shot out one arm, caught herself, and grappled with Lola's tongue for dominance.

Holding Lola's hips, Lincoln slowly increased his speed, his butt rocking back and forth. Lana laid one hand on her sister's breast and ran her thumb over her erect nipple, eliciting a sharp gasp from the beauty queen's throat. Her hand wound up as if by magic between Lola's legs, and she stroked her clit with her thumb as Lincoln rutted into her, going faster, his breathing coming in grunts and bursts. Lola's tongue went slack, which told Lana she was getting close to cumming; she rubbed her clit faster, and Lola pulled her lips away for air, their noses mashed and their foreheads pressed together. Lola's hot breath and the dank, crotchy scent of hers and Lincoln's excitement drifted into Lana's nostrils, making her salivate like a dog over a steak.

Lincoln went faster, and Lola gasped into Lana's mouth; she took Lola's hand and held it tight, their gazes locking. Lincoln grunted, thrusted, and trembled when his orgasm exploded from his depths with volcanic force. Lola's eyes widened and she drew a sharp, surprised breath, her body coming unglued as Lincoln's burning seed spurted through the opening her her cervix and deep into her waiting womb. She cried out, bore down on Lana's hand, and shook, her eyes rolling back into her head in nirvana.

Panting, she flopped back against the pillow; her face was red and her eyes muddled, her sweaty hair veiling her face. Lana didn't know if she was bi or what, but in that moment, she found her sister captivating, and she almost wished she had a dick so she could fuck her the way Lincoln had.

Swallowing with an audible click, Lincoln pulled out in a rush of their mixed fluids. Lana's gaze went to Lola's pussy - it was pink and raw, thick, white cum dribbling out of her and leaking down between her thighs like the warm, gooey filling of pastry.

And what do you do when the yummy, creamy filling of a pastry starts oozing out?

Flicking her eyes to Lola's flushed face, Lana crawled over her sister and wedged herself between her legs. Lola's brows angled questioningly down, and Lana grinned devilishly as she splayed her hand on her sister's stomach. She grazed her palms over her silky flesh, dipped her head, and basked in Lola's sultry heat, drawing a slow breath through her nose and savoring the wild, musky scent. Her own pussy twinged, and her heartbeat picked up; she leaned forward and curled her tongue against Lola's clit; Lola sucked a sharp breath through her teeth and threw her head back with husky laugh. She raked her hand through her tangled hair and brushed her teeth over her lip. "I thought we were sharing Lincoln," she said.

Lana pulled back and skipped her tongue down Lola's center, stopping only when it dipped into the beauty queen's entrance and the taste of Lincoln's cum filled her mouth. "We were. Now Lincoln's sharing you." She swirled her tongue around Lola's hole and flicked it out to catch a glob of Lincoln's cum, then drew it into her mouth like a frog with a fly; it was warm, thick, and salty, tinged with Lola's distinctive flavor and with the coppery tang of virginal blood. She swallowed, and it slid down the back of her throat, then dropped into her stomach and spread its heat through her body like hot cocoa on a wintery day. She did it again, scooping more of her brother and sister's fluids out and swallowing it thirstily. On his knees, Lincoln gaped, his flaccid dick stirring to life once more - he didn't know why, but the way she lapped at the cum gushing from Lola's depths was really, really, really hot.

Lola slid her fingers into Lana's hair and grinded her core against her face, her hips rising and falling in a smooth, wave-like motion. Her eyes were closed, head back, the tip of her pink tongue caressing her lips. Lincoln drank her dirty beauty in with his eyes, then traveled his gaze to Lana, on her stomach between Lola's legs, her tongue dancing along Lola's center and stroking her swollen clit; her butt and shoulder blades flexed as she worked, her hands resting on either one of Lola's hips.

He was fully erect now, and allowed his body to lead him, mounting Lana from behind, his fingers massasing her shoulders and the head of his dick prodding between the cleft of her butt, slipping lower until it pressed against her scorching pool of moisture. She arched her back and rubbed herself tantalizingly against him. Come and get it, big boy. He held her hips and slowly sank himself into her, his dick drowning in her boiling well. He pulled back to the head, then thrusted forward, pushing her face deeper into Lola's core. Lola held Lana's head in place and pumped her hips faster. Lincoln studied her rhythm, then went faster, timing it so that each one of his drives sent Lana forward just as Lola lifted her hips.

Already he was close, and he slackened his pace to keep from tumbling over the edge. Could you blame him, though? The two most beautiful girls he had ever seen in his life were naked in his bed, his shaft buried deep in one and his eyes feasting upon the other, her face glowing with arousal, hair messy, eyelids fluttering, mouth open in an O…

Damn it, he was gonna go. Digging his nails into Lana's hips, he slammed deep, pulled back, and slammed again, his dick swelling and flooding her with his seed. Her muscles closed around him and she let out a breathy moan as she came with him; Lola gave one final thrust and reached her own peak, her orgasm hitting like an earthquake and tearing through her like superheated shrapnel. They came together, a sweaty mass of quivering flesh, one's climax blending into the other's, crackling pleasure flowing from one body to the next.

Done, Lincoln stayed where he was, catching his breath. Lola panted and held her hand to her forehead, a sleepy, satisfied smile on her face. Lana's back rose and fell, her face buried in her sister's folds and her brother's throbbing member buried deep in her center.

When he trusted himself to move without falling over, Lincoln pulled out in a gush and stretched out onto the bed next to his sisters, his head coming to rest on Lola's hip and his hand going to the back of Lana's head, brushing Lola's. She weaved her fingers through his and he squeezed weakly. "Wow," she breathed and giggled.

"Yeah," Lincoln agreed.

Lana propped herself up and grinned. "That was hot," she said.

"Ummm, yes it was," Lola said. "Now I really have to pee."

She started to get up, but Lana's eyes flashed and she pushed her back down. "Pee on me," she said.

Lola blinked. "What?"

Lincoln smiled fondly. That was his Lana - a nasty girl to the end.

"Pee on me," she repeated, "it'll be really hot."

Lola's nose wrinkled. "Lana, you're gross."

"I know," Lana said, then sobered. "Please?"

Lola looked at her for a moment, her lips bunching in thought. "Fine," she said. "I guess."

She and Lana changed positions, Lana stretching out supine on the bed and Lola straddling her. Lincoln winced because, come on, this is my bed, but he didn't say anything - Lana wanted this really bad, and he didn't have the heart to deny her. "Where do I do it?" Lola asked at lenght, her lips twisting in disgust.

"My face."

Lola rolled her eyes. "Okay." She got to her feet, positioned herself over Lana's face, and squatted, hovering her pussy over Lana and steadying herself on the headboard. Lincoln wanted to look away, but found that his morbid curiosity was greater than his gag reflex.

"Ready," Lana chirruped.

Lola looked ta Lincoln and shook her head. "Alright," she said, "here it comes." She clenched, and a yellow stream sprayed from between her legs, splattering Lana's face. Lincoln watched intently, his revulsion slowly turning to something else, something strangely close to arousal. Lana opened her mouth, and piss filled it, running over and coursing down her cheeks and chin in rivers. Lola glanced down at her sister, and something about seeing Lana completely at her mercy and covered in her pee, degraded and begging for more, was actually kind of stimulating.

When she was done, Lana closed her mouth and swallowed, her lips grinning widely. "How was that?" Lola asked.

Lana nodded and held up both thumbs.

"I kind of liked it too," Lola admitted.

"Yeah, it was pretty hot," Lincoln said.

"I knew I'd get you to see the light," Lana said smugly. Then: "Next time, maybe you can shit on my pussy."


I swear, guys, I don't have a piss fetish, I just wanted something nasty...but not too nasty.