I have this story marked down as having been written in September 2018 but I seem to remember writing it back to back with the story Trouble Sleeping, which was written in July of that year. I think the title was AberrantScript's idea since I couldn't come up with anything better. It's been five years and I still can't.
Jesus, five years. Honestly, I forget how long I've been around. My very first story was posted on AFF on May 3, 2017. It doesn't seem like six years. I've had my ups and downs in this fandom but it's been fun overall.
"Ow! Dad, a spring just stabbed my butt!"
Lincoln looked up from his comic. Three rows ahead, Lola stood up from the bench seat and shot it a dirty look over her shoulder. Ah, so she lucked out with the springy spot. Lol. Been there, done that.
They were sitting in the driveway getting ready to embark on a fun-filled family road trip to Aunt Ruth's house in Ojibwe Country sixty miles north. That's not very far in the grand scheme of things, but when every single seat in the van is a waking nightmare, it's the Battan Death March two times over.
"Sit somewhere else," Mom offered from the passenger seat.
Lola made a snotty sound of disgust in the back of her throat. "Where?" she demanded. "There's no room."
Going back to his comic, Lincoln shook his head. This van had been in the family since the sixties and Dad stubbornly refused to upgrade because he was so sentimental. It was my first car, my dad's first car, and his dad's first car. Lincoln doubted that (it was old but not that old), but either way, his father was dead set on keeping this thing around until it literally fell apart so...whatddya gonna do?
"I don't know," Mom said, "sit in someone's lap."
Everyone groaned. "She's not sitting in mine," Lori said.
"Mine either," Luna added.
"Not it," Lynn said.
Lincoln flipped the page and scanned the panel. Next to him, Lana sat Hopps in her lap and looked out the window with an innocent whistle. He glanced at her, snorted, and returned to the world of Ace Savvy: Ace was currently locked in battle with Fatso Freeman, the biggest, sweatiest, and grossest villain alive. Lincoln loved Ace, but he was kind of hoping Fatso sat on him just because it -
A dark shadow fell over him and he looked up. Lola was there, her arms crossed and a look of annoyance written across her delicate features: Brows angled down, pink glossed lips twisted in contempt, brown eyes glinting with distaste. Uhh...can I help you? "Move your little comic book so I can sit," she said.
"Sit?" he asked dumbly.
"Yes, sit," Lola said with strained patience, "in your lap."
Aw, man. Road trips to Aunt Ruth's were bad enough on their own, but undertaking them wtth your bratty little sister sitting in your lap? Screw that. "Sorry, you can't sit -"
Growling, Lola grabbed a handful of his shirt and dragged his face to hers; his heart leapt into his throat and his life flashed before his eyes (I was so cool). "I don't like it either, but no one else will let me sit on them, so I'm sitting on you. End of story."
Lincoln gulped and nodded slowly. It was all he could do. "O-Okay, fine." He sat his comic next to him and rested his hands on either side. Lola regarded him with mistrust...then turned in a swish of pink dress and sat on his lap, her warm weight pressing into his crotch and her hair skimming his nose. He whipped his head away and shifted, his crotch rubbing against her butt. He winced and hoped to God he didn't get hard - being a boy in puberty, erections happened at the drop of a hat, especially when something brushed his dick. God, if he popped a boner, he'd look like a freak or something.
"Put your arms around me so I don't fall off," she said.
Rolling his eyes, Lincoln snaked his arms around her hips and laced them over her stomach, her flesh hot and soft under the thin fabric of her dress. She leaned back and rested her head in the crook of his neck with a sigh. "This is retarded," she said.
"You're telling me," Lincoln said and nervously licked his lips. The clean, fruity smell of her shampoo filled his nose and her stomach quivered lightly under his palms. She wiggled her hips to get comfortable, and he swore he could fainlty feel the cleft of her butt through her dress and his jeans. His heartbeat sped up and he bit down on the inside of his bottom lip. Please, God, don't get hard.
If he did, it wouldn't be over Lola, just the sensation (sometimes having his book bag in his lap got him erect), but that didn't matter, he'd still feel like scum even if she didn't notice. Little sisters and stiffies should never mix. At all. In fact, he didn't want his sexuality and any of his family members to even exist on the same planet. Gotta keep 'em separated.
"Ready?" Dad asked over his shoulder.
"As we'll ever be," Lola said.
Throwing the van into reverse, Dad back into the street, swung right, and accelrated. The motion of the tires humming on the pavement rocked the frame; Lola's butt vibrated against Lincoln's center, and his heart dropped into his stomach when he felt himself starting to inflate. Oh, no; oh, no; oh, no. He squeezed his eyes closed and called up an image of Fatso Freeman in the buff: Rolling fat, hairy man breasts, tiny, shriveled little penis. He went totally soft and breathed a sigh of relief that turned into a sneer when he accidentally drew in Lola's tantalizing scent. She shifted, and he held her tighter to keep her from moving. "Stop," he said.
"I'm uncomfortable," she said.
"So am I," he said. In more ways than one, he did not add.
Dad slowed as they approached a STOP sign, and Lola slipped a little, her butt having the misfortunate of raking directly along his shaft. His dick twtiched and started to fill with blood, and he clenched his teeth. She laid her hands on his knees and drew herself back up, stroking his rapidly growing memeber. Her smell wound itself through his brain, and that was it - he was going to get hard and that was that.
At the intersecton, Dad waited a second then turned right. Lincoln took a deep breath and tried to fight against his erection, but lost. Lola squirmed against it, and the back of her dress rode up a little; her soft, squishy center, closed up in her underwear, soaked wet heat through his jeans, and he closed his eyes like a man standing in front of a firing squad. Hopefully she didn't know about boners yet. If she did, he was fucked; she'd cry out in revulsion and everyone who think he was some kind of incest loving pedo.
"What's poking me?" Lola asked, and Linoln's heart dropped.
"Nothing," he said quickly.
"It's uncomfortable."
She closed her fingers around his knees and shifted; his bulge prodded her hot middle and her breath caught sharply. He winced in expectant dread but but before she could say anything else, the van rumbled over a speed bump, and Lincoln's erection jammed into her cotton-clad pussy. She gasped and dug her fingers into his knees; he instinctively tightened his grasp around her, his forehead resting against her shoulder. God help him, he was so hard it hurt, and his flesh sizzled with sickly fever. His hands ached to explore her body, to trace the outline of her legs and chest through her dress, and a rush of shame colored his cheeks. Lola arched her back and sat forward, the hem of her dress pooled in his lap and her girlhood purring against his throbbing erection.
Taking a deep breath, she ground herself against him and and laid the back of her head against his shoulder. Lincoln's heart skipped when he saw her face: A deep, pink blush spread across her cheeks and her lidded eyes smoldered with passion. She bit her bottom lip, splayed her fingers on his legs, and rubbed her butt into him, her folds pinching his swollen tip through her panties and his jeans. This was sick...disgusting...awful, even, but Lincoln couldn't control himself. He buried his nose in her hair and took a deep, shivery breath, her scent intoxicating his senses and making him tremble. She moved her hips slowly, teasingly, the scrape of her body against his driving him wild. He kissed the side of her head and untwinned his fingers, allowing his hands to glide across her stomach and to her chest. He laid one palm over her breast, and for reasons he couldn't explain, the gentle flutter of her excited heart coupled with the silky feeling of her throat on his lips pushed him so close to the edge that his toes jutted over the side. He dipped one hand between her legs and cupped her in his palm; heat wafted from her burning core in heady waves and the crotch of her panties was sodden with arousal. Lincoln's breathing was ragged now, coming in hot, stinging bursts, puffing hotly against the side of her throat. He kissed her crazily pounding pulse, then wrapped his lips around her earlobe, the salt of her skin mixing with the metallic twange of her earring.
She gasped and went faster, her butt flying across his erection, their combined juices soaking through their clothes and minging. Lincoln caressed her middle, his fingers pushing her panties into her crease and the heel of his palm kneading her clit. Her quivering lips fell open in an O of surrender and she increased her speed, her blush deepening to blazing scarlet. She turned her head to face them, and their gazes locked. In her eyes, Lincoln glimpsed raw, animal need that made his heart twinge. She grazed her teeth across her bottom lip; it sparkled pink with dew in the light of the sun, and Lincoln wanted to taste them so badly his stomach clutched. He leaned forward and fused his lips to hers, the tip of his tongue darting timidly out and swiping slowly across her bottom lip, savoring the warm, sugary flavor of her mouth. Lola closed her eyes and basked in her brother's attention, her little heart slamming as he drank her in like fine wine. She threaded her gloved fingers through his snowy hair and fleetingly touched the tip of her tongue to his. His dick nestled in between her folds, and she rocked her hips back and forth; it slid wetly through her leaking feminmity like a stick against a rock...creating knee-knocking, eye rolling, heart-stopping friction…
Next to them, Lana looked away from the window and turned her head, her jaw dropping when she saw what they were doing. She looked around, but no one else was paying attention: Lori texted, Lynn battered Lucy's arm every time a car passed, Luan serenaded Lisa with corny jokes, and Luna nodded her head to the music filtering through her headphones.
Lola broke from Lincoln's lips and stared into his eyes; her mind was clouded with desire and nothing else existed but her blush older brother. She lifted her hips, reached under her dress, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white panties. She pulled them down her slick thighs and let them pool around her ankles; Lincoln gaped...then came alive and undid the front of his pants, his hands trembling and his eyes fogged with mindless lust. Lola watched intently, and when he popped out, her stomach lurched. Roughly five inches and pink, it pulsed with every beat of his heart. She lingered her eyes from the strong, throbbing cord at its base to the crowned tip - clear fluid beaded at his head and course down his shaft. She bit her bottom lip and whined in the back of her throat, the urge to feel him skin-to-skin so strong it made her dizzy.
She hiked her dress up around her hips and hovered her butt over him, her fingertips digging into his knees. Gradually, she lowered herself; his dick flattened and its girth filled her lips lengthwise like a hot dog in a bun. That image struck her as silly, but the feeling of his burning rod snuggling between her lips - hot, hard, living flesh - turned her giggle into a long, breathy sigh. She rocked slowly back and forth, his dick massaging her moist center and scratching an itch she didn't even know she had. She threw her head back and shivered when Lincoln's hands closed on her breasts - there wasn't much there, but the warmth of his touch sent ripples out from her sensitive nipples. His lips kissed her throat and his breaths made her skin tighten.
She turned in his arms and planted her knees on either side of him; his tip poked her opening and her eyelids fluttered. She took his face in her hands, tilted her head, and kissed him urgently. She didn't know much about sex, but every instinct in her body cried out for her to spread her legs and take him as deep as he would go.
He felt it too. Plunging his hands into her hair and lashing her tongue with his, he half turned and laid her down on the seat, her head landing in Lana's lap. Lana stiffened and stared down at her with wide, horror-filled eyes. Lola lifted her legs in a V, her shoes just visible over the back of the seat, and wrapped her arms around Lincoln's neck. He grabbed his dick, brought it to her pussy, and started to push, his tip squeezing to penetrate her tight hole.
"Uhh, guys," Lana said uncertainly.
Lola clamped her bottom lip between her teeth and arched her hips; Lincoln's head slipped an inch in and stinging pain exploded in the center of Lola's skull. She sucked a breath and clung to the back of his shirt as he slowly sank himself into her bubbling well, his dick straining against her walls and spreading her pelvis agonizingly apart. With a rough thrust, he kissed the back of her opening of her womb and she threw her head back, a tiny cry escaping her lps. It felt like he was going to rip her in half, and while it hurt, it also felt divine.
Resting his forehead against hers, Lincoln pulled back until he was almost out then stroked forward again, his head raking her like a firepoker raking a bed of hot embers and kicking up showers of sparks. Tears welled in her eyes and her toes curled at the blissful things his body was doing to hers. She closed her eyes, parted her lips, and turned her head slowly back and forth in relishment, the back of her neck brushing Lana's denim clad leg and her head grinding into her twin's crotch. Lana's face turned bright red and her heart thumped against her ribs. As much as she wanted to shove Lola off, the way her head felt as it moved over her crotch felt really good.
Lincoln mushed the tip of his nose to Lola's and stared down into her hazy, half-lidded eyes as he pumped in and out, in and out; her walls molded to his tightening shaft and her boiling depths sending shivers down his spine. He weaved his fingers through her hair and went faster, each thrust rocking her lithe body and pushing her head across Lana's crotch. Lana bowed her head and fought to catch her runaway breath; fire touched her cheeks and her eyes crossed at the pleasure her sister's motions sent through her body. She tossed her head back against the seat and lifted her hips into Lola's gyrations, humping faster and faster as crackles of electricty surged through her nervous system.
Slipping his hand under Lola's dress, Lincoln moved his palm up the outside of her thigh to her flank, then over her chest. Lola tilted her head and kissed him, her legs wrapping tight around his waist and her heels digging into his flexing butt. She was starting to come unraveled, pressure gathering in the pit of her stomach and making her shake.
A warm dark patch spread across the crotch of Lana's pants and her eyes rolled back in her head. She laid her hand on Lola's forehead and humped faster - it felt like something was coming and instead of holdng it back, she gave herself to it entirely. Lincoln pulled away from Lola's lips and slammed deep into her pussy; his orgasm rushed out of him and liquid fire splashed through the chambers of his little sister's womb. She cried out and held tight as spasm tore through her body, the wild thrashing of her head knocking Lana into her own climax: She threw her head back and her face pinched in sweaty, blushing ecstasy, a low moan falling from her quivering lips.
Aftershocks raced through Lola's body, and her tender walls twitched each time Lincoln's throbbing shaft expanded against them. Damp heat spread through her stomach, and, moaning, she rode the tide of her finish, head back, eyes closed, features glowing with satisfaction.
Lincoln pulled out in a gush of semen and fell limp against her, his face burrowing into the crook of her neck. She ran her toes down the backs of his legs and kneaded between his shoulder blades like a playful kitten. Lana sucked great, heaving breaths and absently stroked Lola's hair.
"I can't believe we just did that," Lola giggled.
"I don't know what we did," Lana panted, "but I liked it. Can we do it again?"