Slice of Life

When Lincoln was young there were many small things he liked to do. One of which was doing light reading before dinner to catch up on whatever comic he was reading at the time. Now that he was older, he began to yearn for something else. Making Lisa moan and quiver in his arms.

Over the years in that fantastical land, many things have changed. Lisa grew into an attractive woman with proportions that would put Rita's to shame. Whenever she switches back to her real body she stands at a staggering height of over six feet. Every inch of her gorgeous form lives rent free in his thoughts. He could never get enough of her ample bust, curvy hips, and nicely-rounded rear. She was a heavenly balance between well-built and voluptuous.

Long ago, he realized why their parents were so horny about one another. All he could think about was how much he wanted to make Lisa feel happy. To sink his fingers into her soft, succulent flesh. To have her sweaty body flush against his own much like it was now.

They were making love in his room. In his real body as well, he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his passionate lover straddling his lap. They wrapped their arms snugly around each other as they rocked and kissed for who knows how long now. It was easy to lose track of time in moments like these.

Lisa squeezes him as another wave of ecstasy courses through her mature body. Once it passed she rested against him. Resting her head on his shoulder. Her brown locks obscure some of his view. Her hair reached down to the bottom of her shoulder blades.

He closed his eyes. Taking everything in. Her body heat emanated from her. Warming him. How her breathing expanded her ribs against his chest. The way he could feel her thumping heart. It all culminated in a feeling that he could never seem to find the right words for.

Love, after all, transcends all languages.

Lincoln affectionately stroked her bare back. "I love you." It was an inaudible murmur. So breathy that it shouldn't have been comprehensible.

But not for Lisa. She felt it. Giving a contented sigh before murmuring back. "I love you too."

"Kids! Pizza's here!" Rita's call for her children from elsewhere in the house made Lincoln jolt. Having been lost in the moment.

A short giggle escaped Lisa's lips. Her eyes met his as she leaned back. There was such a similarity between their eyes. They were both vibrant shades of azure that reminded one of the sea and sky. An appropriate metaphor for describing their relationship. They complement each other much like the sea and the sky. And also convey the depths of their love.

"Want to get some pizza, dear?" Lisa asked him. Caressing his neck with her hand.

As soon as he could, he lean in to kiss her soft lips. Oh how he loves kissing her. "I'm up for it. I want to get something to drink anyway."

They untangled themselves from each other. Reaching for clean rags to clean themselves off. As hot as it was to think about, they didn't want to leave a trail of suspicious fluids across the house.

The two grabbed their respective clothes for some decency. Lincoln put on his dark green sleep pants while Lisa donned her white mantle and nothing else. She was quite a fan of lab coats. More so if they came down to the ankle like hers.

Hand in hand the lovers left the room to head downstairs. Their family had been subliminally conditioned not to find it strange at all when they saw them as their mature selves. Nor give any thought to the odor around them.

Lana was the first to notice them. Smiling at them from the kitchen table that the box of pizza was placed on. "Hey guys! We saved you some slices." The others were busy bickering over who would get the last slice of pizza.

Lisa and Lincoln smiled in return. Coming over to the side of the table with two plates set out for them. Both still have a steaming slice of pizza. "I was worried that you girls would have devoured them already," Lincoln joked. Attracting the attention of the rest of his sisters, who quickly switched their arguments.

"I've been rubbing Lisa's shoulders all week! I earned that last slice." Lola whined with her usual haughty posture.

"Big deal, Lols. I've been having sponge baths with Lincoln." Luna retorted.

"I finished making supersized sweaters for them! I totes deserve it more!" Leni cut into the overlapping voices.

As their siblings continue to quarrel. Lincoln and Lisa ate their slice in peace. Noticing he was seated next to his sister Lynn he slipped a free hand beneath her jersey to gently scratch her back in lazy circles. From the side, his big sister gazed at him with warm, brown eyes. Simply smiling in response. Not needing to say anything for him to know how much she likes it.

Lincoln has always been a touchy-feely person. Being coined the nickname 'Sir Hugs-A-Lot' was testament to that facet of his personality. Years apart from the rest of his sisters amplified that greatly. Even a year later he still couldn't get enough holding his sisters. There was a part of him that feared it could be the last time he ever did.

Lisa cleared her throat after she finished eating her share. Quieting the room instantly. "Give the last slice to Lily." She said while her bracelet lit up. Her baby sister gleamed with joy when she received the last slice of pizza. There was no protest to Lisa's order.

Just as Lori was about to hand over the paper plate to Lily. Their parents came into the dining room with another box of pizza. "Don't forget there's more to go around, kids," said their father.

The siblings cheered together in delight.