Lincoln slipped his thumbs through the straps of his backpack and hunched forward against the biting December cold, a light flurry of snow battering his face. Next to him, Clyde was wondering if Ace Savvy could beat Superdude in a fight, since Superdude had legit super powers while Ace Savvy was a normal guy. Lincoln nodded and said 'yeah' and 'sure' but he wasn't listening. He had other things on his mind.

"You know," he said to the fourth wall, "I've been thinking about what happened yesterday. A lot. In fact, it's all I've been thinking of." He and Clyde paused at an intersection to let a school bus pass. "There's a part of me that's a little ashamed." He nodded to himself. "Then there's another part of me that wants to throw Lori on the bed, strip her naked, and do dirty, dirty things to her. You know, start by kissing her neck, then move down over her collarbone, her chest, between her breasts, down her stomach..." Lincoln shivered. "I'm getting a boner just thinking about it."

They were at Lincoln's house now. Lincoln bid Clyde farewell then went inside, noticing as he let himself in that the van wasn't in the driveway. He shrugged out of his backpack, tossed it onto the floor, and hung his jacket up. The house was silent and dark. "Sweet, looks like El Linc-O gets some TV time." He went over to the couch, sat, and snatched the remote off the coffee table. "When you have ten sisters, you might as well forget about watching television...unless you want to make a big, complicated plan to get to it first. I do that for ARGGH but that's it, nothing else is really worth the hassle. I don't even know what's on TV anymore. Friends is still big, right?"

He clicked on the TV and found a channel playing Impractical Jokers. "Oh, these dudes are funny. Fake as hell, but still funny." He tossed the remote away and laced his hands behind his head. He was so engrossed in the show that he didn't notice he wasn't alone until Leni popped up in front of the TV with a happy, "Hi, Lincy!" Lincoln jumped and uttered a sharp cry, his hands flying up.

"Leni? What are you –?"

The words died on his lips when he saw what she was wearing: A short red dress with furry white trim along the hem and collar, black leather boots that almost reached her knees, white gloves that went to her elbows, and a jaunty little Santa hat. Lincoln's eyes widened. The dress was barely long enough to touch the tops of her thighs. If she reached up...

She smiled seductively and watched him with half-lidded eyes, then strutted forward, her hips swaying hypnotically back-and-forth. Lincoln swallowed hard and licked his lips. She stood over him now, and he could smell the clean scent of her perfume. Oh, boy, his pants were getting preeeetty tight.

She bent and leaned in until her nose was almost touching his, her hands falling on his thighs. Lincoln twitched under her soft touch. "Ummm, hi, Lincy," she said again, her hot breath puffing against his lips and making him shiver. "Do you, like, wanna know a secret?"

Lincoln nodded. Yes. Yes, he did.

She leaned in even more, her lips faintly grazing his, "I'm not wearing any underwear."

With that, she crawled into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and planting her knees on either side of him. She settled down, and Lincoln gasped: Her heat pooled in his lap, seeping through the fabric of his jeans and briefs and caressing his achingly hard member. Leni smirked, and swiveled her hips against his bulge.

She tilted her head forward and pressed her pillowy lips to the tip of his nose. "Do you like that..." then against his lips, "...Lincy?"

"Y-Yes," Lincoln stammered.

"Good," she said, and kissed the corner of his mouth, "because I do too." Her tongue darted out and skipped fleetingly across his bottom lip. Lincoln's eyes rolled back into his head. He could barely breath, his heart slammed, his entire body was hot and shaky and he felt like he was going to turn to a puddle of jelly.

He loved it.

Leni squirmed her body against his, the friction making Lincoln's dick throb. She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed her chest into his face, her smell filling his nostrils and tantalizing his brain. She rocked her hips back and forth in a slow, steady motion, her breath catching and low sighs trembling from her lips. "You can touch me if you want," she said.

She didn't have to tell him twice. He put his hands on her wide hips and moved them slowly up her sides, his fingers quivering over the silky fabric of her dress, then down her back. "Ummmm...that feels really good," she said.

His hands glided over her hips and pushed up the hem of her dress. When he touched her warm, satiny flesh, his breath caught and his heart sputtered to a stop. His fingers crept along her bare flanks, then around until her small, pert breasts filled his palms, her erect nipples poking against him. They were warm and soft and...Lincoln was so dizzy he felt like he was going to pass out. Was this really happening?

"Yes," she moaned, her speed increasing. A beautiful red blush spread across her cheeks, and her eyes were hazy with lust. She pressed her forehead against his and grinned, her hands stroking the back of his neck. Her lips were so close to his that he could almost taste her kiss. Their breaths mingled. It was driving him crazy, he couldn't take it anymore. He joined his lips to hers, and their tongues met in hungry consummation, their hot saliva mixing as their mouths made passionate love. He squeezed her breasts, and she gasped into his mouth.

The friction was becoming too much. He could feel his orgasm forming in the pit of his stomach. The kiss became more urgent as they approached their joint peak. She broke the kiss and threw her head back. "I-I'm gonna cum," she jerked.

"Me too!"

Then it happened.

The key rattled in the lock.

Like a shot, Leni leapt off of him, taking her heat, her body, and her sweet, candy lips with her. "Darn it! We'll finish later, Lincy. Merry Christmas!"

Then she was gone, and Lincoln was shaking because he was almost there, his climax bursting against him. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. Nngh! "I can save myself," he said to the fourth wall, "j-j-j-just don't move."

The door opened and the twins bounded in, followed by the others. "Car-toons! Car-toons! Car-toons!" Lincoln's dick twitched. Just don't move...

Lana and Lola jumped onto the couch, jostling him: With a moan, he released; warm, gooey Christmas cheer filled his underwear. He threw his head back and grabbed two handfuls of the couch cushion. Lana and Lola both watched him with raised eyebrows. "You okay?" Lola asked.

Lincoln nodded. "N-N-Never better!"

Lana looked at Lola. Lowly, she said, "Is it just me, or does he look like he's jizzing in his pants?"

Lola's jaw dropped. "Ew, Lana, you're – actually, it kind of does."

With the whirl and activity that comes with having ten sisters, it was a long time before Lincoln was able to change.