MrNonsense: I just realized I never answered your question. Apologies. The Loud House is the only show I like enough to write fan fiction for, though I did do something for The Walking Dead. I've had a few ideas for fics based on movies. Maybe I'll write one soon.
Nuuo: I actually have a Danacoln oneshot that I will post at some point in the future. It's similar to this story in that it involves alcohol. It was written just before Drunk on You, if I recall.
Lincoln's heart blasted against his ribcage and his stomach throbbed as though he were about to be sick. Lori propped her elbow on her knee, rested her chin in her upturned palm, and leaned unsteadily forward, her eyes half lidding and the corners of her mouth curving up in a slow, lusty smile. He expected her to speak, but she didn't, and he rubbed the back of his neck. "I, uh, I just wanted to make sure you were okay." Even before the words were out he was frowning, the taste of the lie bitter in his mouth; pretending to care, to be worried, like a good brother when in actuality he was a piece of shit who was only worried about himself.
"I'm great," she slurred, then brightened, "why don't you come and sit with me?" Her eyes twinkled with mischievous light and her smutty smile sent ripples racing through Lincoln's stomach.
She's drunk...and you're taking advantage of her.
His brain sent marching orders to his limbs: Stand down and retreat. Somewhere along the way, though, his body misinterpted them, and, almost against his will, he went to her, sitting stiffly beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight. Smiling happily, she turned to face him, one leg slipping underneath, lifting her a few inches; she laid one hand on his bare arm and the other directly over his pounding heart. The heat of her touch soaked into him, spreading through his body like fire. "I missed you," she said thickly and began to stroke his chest, her nails lightly scratching his flesh and sending goosebumps up and down his arms.
"I missed you too," he said earnestly.
Giggling, Lori rested her forehead against his temple and moved her hand over his stomach, rubbing a wide, sensuous circle. Her hot breath puffed against his cheek, and his dick started to inflate. "You're a good big brother," she said and giggled again. She pressed her lips wet lips to the side of his face and drew a deep breath through her nose, reveling in his warm scent.
"You're a-a good little sister," he said. He stared straight ahead, hating his own guts but loving the way she petted his stomach and kissed his cheek, aching for her to go farther and hoping, on some level, that she wouldn't.
She laughed and kissed his cheek, one hand moving down his stomach and the other raking through his hair. "I like it when you call me that," she said, as she had earlier. She skimmed her lips to his ear. "It turns me on."
Lincoln's heart skipped a beat and his dick jerked against the crotch of his underwear. "It turns me on too," he confessed.
Lori smiled against his ear and caressed it with her tongue; Lincoln winced a little, unsure if he liked it or not. "You turn me on," she panted and glided her hand lower, her fingertips brushing the waistband of his underwear. "I wanna have sex with you."
When she cupped him through his underwear, he gasped and reflexively arched his hips, grinding against her hand. Her breathing quickened and she kissed his jaw. "Do you wanna have sex with me?"
This was it.
His last chance to back out and retain at least a modicum of self-respect. He turned his head to face his sister, their eyes meeting. She wasn't in her right mind, didn't know what she was doing, but he was so hard it hurt and God help him, he didn't care. "Yes," he breathed, and fused his lips to hers, his tongue darting out and clumsily massaging hers. She hesitated for a surprised moment, then took his face in her hands and kissed him back. He turned and grabbed her hips, drawing her body roughly against his; she lost her balance and fell onto him, knocking him back and pinning him to the bed, her breasts squishing against his chest and the heated juncture of her thighs pinching his erection, making him gasp into her mouth. He slipped his hands under her shirt and stroked up her naked back, his hips lifting in a wave-like motion and prodding his dick into her crotch.
She tilted her head left, then right, her tongue reaching far into his mouth and swirling, lapping at the back of his throat and curling against the roof. Lincoln wrapped his lips around it and pulled back - Lori grunted and sighed deeply. Drawing away, she stared down at him, her muddied eyes flashing with lust. She clutched the sheet in both hands and ground herself against his shaft; pleasure burst through him like shattering glass, and he arched his back with a wavering moan. Lori, panting, favored him with a lopsided grin. "You gonna fuck your little sister?" she asked and placed a hungry kiss on his lips. "Ummmm you gonna make her cum?"
"Yes," he moaned, "I'm gonna make you cum so hard."
Lori jammed her tongue into his mouth again and thrusted in long, smooth strokes, her feverish heat increasing until it seeped through her shorts and his briefs in sickly waves. Lincoln slipped his hands into her hair and guided her back until they were both on their knees, then lowered and mounted her, his knees between her thighs and his hands slipping under her tank top, splaying on her taut stomach and brushing up, over the bottom of her ribcage and the swell of her pert breasts, scraping her rigid nipples. Spasms wracked her body and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him close; his bulge speared her crotch, and both of them moaned.
"You gonna fuck me, big brother?" Lori purred, her fingers tracing his chest and her body undulating under his touch.
He rubbed her breasts firmly against her frame and kissed her chin, her velvety throat, her cheek, then her lips, licking her tongue and sucking her bottom lip into his mouth as he pinched her nipples. His skin was hot and he trembled slightly with desire. "Yes," he panted into her mouth.
Humming, she arched her back and hooked her thumbs into her shorts, her head tilting away and exposing her throat; Lincoln attacked it with urgent kisses, tongue, and teeth, nipping her flesh as animal passion overcame him. Reaching down, he grabbed her panties and slowly pulled them over her hips and down her thighs, pausing to savor the musk of her excitement. She moaned in the back of her throat and lifted her butt. In the spill of light falling from the lamp, she was soft, pink, and glistening, her Y-shaped apex bare save for a strip of coarse blonde hair.
Swallowing around a lump in his throat, Lincoln reached out and touched it with hesitant fingers. A low hmmm issued from Lori's throat, and she spread her legs wider; perfumed heat broke across his face and wafted into his nose. She smelled so good, and with the abandon that comes only with teeth-clenching, eye rolling arousal, he took a deep whiff, drawing her scent in and rolling it over his tongue like fine wine. His dick quivered like a divining rod sniffing water, pushing against its cotton prison in an attempt to escape and investigate the source of the heavenly fragrance, her hormones triggering his, the scent of woman tripping primal sensors deep in his brain - fuck her, mate her, breed her, put a baby in her stomach noooooowwwww.
Shaking like an alcoholic in the midst of delirium tremens, he slid her panties down the rest of the way, over her knees and along the smooth, creamy plain of her calves, over her ankles, her feet, her wiggling toes. For a moment he held them in his hands, gaping at them like a man at a winning million dollar Powerball ticket, then lifted them to his nose. They were warm with her heat and dripping with her aroma.
She giggled and pressed her toes against his chest. "Smelling your little sister's underwear," she slurred, "you're a pervert." He looked up at her and she smiled seductively. "Do I smell good?"
Lincoln gave a jerky nod.
"Come here," she said and wiggled her finger.
Okay!
Tossing her underwear aside, he crawled up between her legs, his hands moving along her legs and tracing the well of her hips, pushing the hem of her tank top up over her perky breasts and her light pink nipple. His dick pulsed in anticiation, and when she slipped her thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, he sucked a sharp intake of breath.
"You gonna put it in me, big brother?" she asked and slid them down a fraction of an inch.
Lincoln's heart slammed harder. "Yes," he whined.
"You gonna break my hymen?" she asked playfully and rippled under him, her naked sex kissing his aching member through cotton walls, her fluids soaking the fabric until it clung damply to his shaft. "Make your little sister a woman/?'
He nodded. "Yes."
She yanked his underwear down, her eyes widening and her smile sharpening when he popped out and raked across her quivering lips. She stared up at him with dark eyes and a knowing smirk, his beautiful, naughty little sister: So young, so precocious, so ready~
"I feel you, big brother," she half purred, half slurred and ran her tremoring palms over his chest. She spread her legs as far apart as she could and giggled. "Can you feel me?"
He could: Her sultry heat was blistering and her skin so soft. Her lips wrapped around his head and the very tip slid through the slick valley between them, oozing precum and mixing their juices to form something new, something special, something dirty. "Y-Yes," he said and pushed against her, the friction maddening, drawing him close to the edge of insanity. He didn't know where the entrance to her garden lie, but he didn't care - he just needed a little more movement. He bowed his head and mindlessly rolled his hips; the tips of their noses bumped and their hot, ragged breaths mingled. She ran her hands over his face and shoulders, drinking in the shape of his body and the warm, living sensation of his sizzling flesh. He pressed his lips to hers, and their tongues grappled furiously, desperately, licking, lapping, massaging, their bodies moving together, their hearts pounding the same staggering beat.
The kiss broke and Lori arched her back, her body sliding wetly over his, making him dizzy and drunk. He couldn't think, couldn't speak, could only shake and wince with the power of his need. Lori giggled at his distress and lovingly stroked his cheek, her teeth nibbling her lower lip and her face blazing with color. ""I always wanted a big brother like you," she said thickly and sighed, her eyelids fluttering close. "To love me...protect me...teach me." A dreamy smile crossed her lips and she swiveled her hips, her moisture gliding along his shaft like warm morning dew. "And I'll be..." she swallowed, "your slutty little sister." She snaked her hand between them, wrapped her fingers around his dick, and brought it to her leaky opening, then pulled back and threw her arms around his neck, drawing him close; his tip slipped a fraction of an inch in and his spasming hands clutched the sheets: She was a bubbling pool of hot lava and the way her virgin muscles closed defensively around him made his knees quiver.
"You're there, big brother," she whispered into his ear, "just push…push into your little sister."
Pressing his forehead to hers, their noses rubbing like two sticks igniting a fire, her breath rolling into his mouth and steeping his brain, Lincoln threw his hips forward, sinking deep into her boling center. Lori yelped and lifted up, taking him to the hilt; her nails dug into his flexing back and her toes curled against the sheet. "Ooooh, fuck," she hissed. Her walls stroked him like wet satin, and her natural lubrication burned his shaft like hot honey. "Fuck me," she panted, an edge of urgency in her voice. "Fuck me, Lincoln."
Lincoln found her lips and claimed them as he began to rut, her knees resting limply against his hips and her pelvis lifting into each one of his forward drives; their tongues danced a frenetic waltz and their fingers twined, his chest rubbing against hers and the heels of her feet knocking against his butt on every backswing. He pinned her hands against the mattress and went faster, their lips breaking contact and Lori's head curving back into the pillow, her sweaty blonde hair pooling on the blue fabric of the pillowcase and her working throat bared for kisses: Her skin was salty and good, and Lincoln sucked greedily as he pounded into her. "Fuck, God, fuck, God," Lori chanted in a broken whisper. "You're so fucking big."
Lincoln nipped the flesh of her vulnerable throat and squeezed her hands, his hips flying back and forth, her walls rippling against him, her tight, sinful body squeezing his shaft as if to draw his cum out and suck it deep into itself. He kissed the underside of her chin, her jaw, her ear, drilling faster, his saliva smearing across her skin and his teeth clamping on her shoulder. She hissed, raked her nails down his back, and threw her legs around his waist. "Faster...faster...fuck me faster, daddy."
Drawing back, Lincoln thrusted roughly forward, his pubic mound slapping hers with a meaty thwack. She ripped her hand from his grasp, cupped the back of his neck, and pulled his face to hers; their gazes held as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and rolled it between her teeth. He yanked away and kissed her, sucking her tongue and thrusting faster, harder, deeper, his center tightening as his orgasm ballooned against the walls of his stomach and started to fill his expanding dick like bullets loading into the chamber of a gun. He froze to save himself, his back bowing and his teeth gritting - it slammed against him like a storm driven surge, threatening to knock down the levees and flood his little sister's passage. Lori threw her hips up and swiveled, her nails biting into his flesh. "S-S-Stop," he stammered.
Instead, she did it again, and he swelled against her walls. Lori's eyes widened and she drew a pained breath through her teeth. "P-Pull...P-"
Shaking like a keg of dynamite ready to blow, Lincoln cried out and exploded, his eyes narrowed to slits as his load gushed from his body and splashed through Lori's insides like a deadly tidal wave. She jumped with a yelp, then convulsed as her own climax broke, sending hot sharpnel tearing through her body. "Oh, fuck!" she gasped. Lincoln thrusted again, the second spurt overfilling her; cum, his and hers, oozed out around his length and dripped down the bottoms of her butt cheeks like sap down a tree trunk. She grabbed his forearms and held tight as she rode the ebb and flow of her orgasm, a look of rapture upon her face - eyes closed, lips pursed, head tilted slightly back, a woman basking in the warm brilliance of spring sunshine after a long, dark winter. Lincoln pulled back and stroked forward one final time, spearing to the opening of her cervix and delivering the last shot straight to her womb.
Then it was over: He held himself up on shaky arms, his head bowed and his breathing short, his dick still buried in his sister like Excalibur in English stone. The curtain of lust fogging his brain quickly parted, and he realized with drawing horror what he'd done. Lori's eyes opened a crack, sparkling like the surface of moon-dappled ponds, and she smiled sleepily. "You came in me." She giggled and swept her feet up and down the backs of his legs. "You're gonna get your little sister pregnant."
Cold dread filled Lincoln's stomach.
His sister.
Pregnant.
With his child.
His rape child.
Trembling with a caustic mixture of terror, shame, and remorse, Lincoln pushed away from her and staggered to his feet, his half-erect member swinging like a murderer's ax, a silvery ribbon of his pervert seed dripping onto the floor. Lori propped herself up on her elbows and squinted at him. "What's wrong?" she mumbled.
Lincoln tried to speak, to reassure her, but nothing came. How could he reassure her when he practically just raped her? "I-I gotta go," he said and turned quickly away, unable to even look at her; she was drunk and vulnerable and he took advantage of her, his own sister, someone he was supposed to love and protect the way she loved and protected him. Instead, he victimized her.
Like the piece of shit he was.
And, God help him, he'd do it again.
Fleeing naked into the hall, hot tears of shame and self-hatred welling in his eyes, Lincoln Loud discovered something about himself: He wasn't a nice guy, as he'd always thought. He was a predator, a deviant, and if Lori let him, he'd fuck her again and again and again -
Until she really was pregnant.
If she wasn't already, that is.
By the time he reached his room, he was sobbing and biting his lower lip to stifle the sound. In her room, his little sister, warm with his cum, which even now dibbled from between her legs, rolled onto her side, hugged her pillow to her chest, and dropped into the deepest sleep she had ever now.
And she was smiling.