On a serene Friday evening, as the sun dipped beneath the horizon, the park transformed into a captivating spectacle of colors and sounds. The purple twilight lay over the landscape like a crisp velvet blanket, creating an atmosphere of enchantment and tranquility.
As the last rays of sunlight lingered on the horizon, the park's magnificent fountain took center stage. Water cascaded down its intricately carved tiers, catching the dying light in a mesmerizing dance of shimmering droplets. The soothing sound of the fountain's gentle flow added a musical note to the symphony of nature.
The park's historical significance was evident through the WWI and WWII memorials that stood tall and proud near the entrance. These solemn monuments paid tribute to the brave souls who had sacrificed their lives for their country. As the twilight deepened, the memorials seemed to take on an ethereal aura, the engraved names glowing softly, as if the spirits of the fallen were present, guiding visitors through the park.
The air was filled with the joyful laughter and playful shouts of children running around the playground. Swings creaked, and slides echoed with the delighted squeals of kids enjoying their last moments of freedom before heading home for the night. Parents watched from nearby benches, a mix of contentment and nostalgia in their eyes, reminiscing about their own carefree days spent in this very park.
The evening's enchantment extended to the cluster of majestic pine trees that lined the park's northern edge. As the twilight deepened, fireflies began to emerge, their luminous bodies creating a magical display among the pine needles, resembling swirls of irradiated snow. These tiny creatures dotted the landscape with twinkling lights, like stars that had descended to grace the park with their presence.
As the dusk settled, the pond became the focal point of serenity. Ducks gracefully glided across the water, their movement creating ripples that reflected the fading hues of the evening sky. It seemed as though the ducks were savoring their last swim of the day, basking in the warm colors that painted the water's surface.
On the other side of the pond, a chorus of bullfrogs began their nightly symphony. Their resonant croaks echoed through the stillness, carrying across the water and adding a touch of rustic charm to the twilight ambiance. Perched on lilypads and hidden among the reeds, the bullfrogs seemed to engage in a harmonious conversation, their voices rising and falling in a mesmerizing rhythm.
As the minutes ticked by, the park began to transform. The once bustling playground started to empty gradually as families made their way home for the night. The laughter softened, and the swings and slides were left to sway in the gentle evening breeze. The park's transformation from a vibrant hub of activity to a peaceful retreat was a sight to behold, highlighting the duality of life in perfect harmony.
With the fading light, the park's features seemed to take on new dimensions. The trees that had stood tall throughout the day now cast long shadows, and the winding paths appeared mysterious, inviting evening strollers to explore their hidden secrets. The lampposts scattered throughout the park began to flicker to life, casting a warm, golden glow on the walkways and creating a captivating play of light and shadow.
A sense of nostalgia hung in the air, bringing forth memories of days gone by. Couples walked hand in hand, finding comfort in each other's presence, and elderly individuals sat on benches, enjoying the peaceful ambiance as if connecting with the park's rich history. The passage of time seemed to slow, allowing visitors to appreciate the beauty of the moment and cherish the memories the park held for each of them.
As the evening darkness deepened, the park took on a magical quality. The combination of the fountain's soft murmurs, the twinkling fireflies, the echoing bullfrogs, and the lamplight casting its warm embrace created an otherworldly ambiance, transporting visitors to a realm of imagination and wonder.
In this fleeting moment of dusk, the park held a timeless allure. It was a place where past and present intertwined, where the innocence of children's laughter blended with the weight of history etched in the memorials. It was a sanctuary of nature and a canvas for the poetry of twilight. As the stars emerged one by one in the vast canvas of the night sky, the park's beauty remained, a beacon of tranquility in a world that often seemed to move too fast.
And so, as the evening wore on, the park continued to welcome those seeking solace or adventure, those seeking reflection or companionship. The magic of dusk lingered, weaving its enchantment throughout the landscape, as the purple twilight wrapped the park in its crisp velvet embrace for yet another night.
One of those seeking solace was Lynn Loud, the perpetual star of all of Royal Woods' female sports teams. Thirteen with chestnut brown hair pulled back from her freckled face in a ponytail and big brown eyes, Lynn entered the park beneath a wrought iron archway flanked by stone pillars, her shoulders squared in a defensive posture as if to ward off approaching enemies and a distant, faraway look in her eyes that might remind one of a zombie. She had been roaming around town for hours now and several times people had stopped her to ask if she was okay. One old man even asked if she was on "the fentanyl."
"Lots of people are in the cities," he told her knowingly, as though he were an expert on the matter. "The cities are crazy. They gotta lock up their ice cream to keep people from stealing it, then they gotta dodge piles of human crap on the sidewalk when they go home. That stuff might fly in San Franshithole or Jew York City, but try that in a small town."
Lynn was so lost in thought that she had no idea what he was talking about and didn't care. There was something else on her mind…something bigger…something far more important than people stealing poop or having to lock up their fentanyl.
For several weeks, Lynn had been expierencing strange and unexplained sensations…mainly of a sexual nature. At random, her pussy would begin to tingle or her nipples would feel as though they were being sucked. Or at least she imagined that's what it would feel like if they were being sucked: She was a virgin and had never put her breast into someone else's mouth so she didn't really know. A few times she would start to feel as if she was being penetrated. Her body would begin to blush with fever, her pussy would dampen, and she would feel the most heady friction against her inner walls, as though something were going in and out of her really, really fast.
She would be a whole liar if she said that she didn't like some of those feelings…in the moment. But the fact that she was having them at all both worried and troubled her. This wasn't normal. Something was wrong and God alone knew if it was serious. Was it some kind of physical ailment? Was her body degrading to the point where she'd eventually be lost in the throes of an orgasm that never ended? That might sound great to some of the ladies out there, but imagine it…seriously imagine it. How could you live a life if you were constantly cumming your brains out? They'd probably have to put you in a fucking iron lung or something.
That sounded like hell to Lynn.
Literal hell.
What if it wasn't physical, though?
What if it was mental?
Was she going crazy? Losing her mind? Family lore had it that a cousin or uncle or someone back in the 1940s "died in an institution." Lynn took that to mean that one of her distant relatives spent their final years bound up in a straitjacket and pounding their head against the walls of a padded room. Then again, maybe they were a janitor and their fell down the stairs, just like that one relative of hers who died in a concentration camp.
Poor guy fell out of the guard tower.
Ha ha, that was a joke.
She thought it came from Luan.
Normally a good joke about a taboo subject would make Lynn feel better, but not today.
Finally, Lynn had pegged Lincoln as being responsible for her woes. She went rooting around his bedroom the other day and beneath his bed, she made the most shocking and, honestly, perplexing discovery of her young life. A life sized doll of herself just chilling, dressed in her clothes and looking so much like her that it was uncanny.
She stared down at that lifeless visage, and terrible understanding dawned over her. Horror washed through her and she recoiled from the horrible, disgusting thing, her lips peeling back from her teeth and her nose crinkling in disdain.
Jesus Christ.
Lincoln was having sex with that thing.
Having sex with her.
Lynn's stomach twisted violently, and for a moment she thought she was going to throw up all over the doll. Instead, she managed to recover her wits, return it to its hiding space beneath the bed, and get the hell out there. In her room, alone, she paced back and forth, trying to make sense of it all. How could this be? What was that thing? A giant voodoo doll? No, that was crazy. Shit like that wasn't real.
Was it?
It had to be. There was literally no other explanation.
If that was true, and she still had a hard time accepting it as such, that could mean only one thing.
Lucy was involved.
Lucy was the one who was all into that spooky shit. Magic and witches and Satan. She thought back to all the times she had confided in Lucy about the strange things happening to her. She trusted Lucy…and Lucy was the source of her misery all along.
That fucking bitch.
She was going to kill both of them, but she was going to take her time with Lucy and make her suffer.
She needed a plan though, and thus Lynn came to the park, seeking solace among the tranquility of the dusk. The purple twilight wrapped around her like a comforting shroud, and she found herself walking to the edge of the lily pond. She stared into the water, hoping the peaceful ripples would help her think straight. But her emotions were so overwhelming that they clouded her thoughts, making it difficult to come up with a coherent plan.
The park had always been a place of refuge for Lynn. Its lush greenery and serene atmosphere usually provided her with clarity and a sense of peace. But tonight was different. The familiar beauty of the park seemed distant, obscured by the turmoil brewing inside her.
With the dim light of the moon reflecting off the water, she let her thoughts wander through different possibilities, each one more elaborate than the last, but she rejected them all. From confronting her siblings directly to seeking advice from her parents, none of the ideas felt right. Her heart was torn between anger and the bond she shared with her family.
In the midst of her contemplation, a gentle breeze brushed against her cheeks, and she closed her eyes, trying to feel the calming touch of the wind. The soft murmur of the lily pond seemed to speak to her, as if whispering words of reassurance. But despite nature's attempts to console her, her mind remained tangled in confusion.
As she gazed into the water, her own reflection looked back at her, a mirror of her emotional turmoil. The doll's face flashed in her mind, and she clenched her fists. She couldn't believe her siblings would betray her like this. They were supposed to be her allies, her support system, but now she felt utterly alone.
The frustration inside her built, and she let out a quiet cry of despair, barely audible over the sounds of nature around her. The ducks on the pond continued to glide gracefully, as if oblivious to the storm raging within her.
It was then that Lynn's eyes fell on a firefly, its radiant glow weaving through the night air. The tiny creature danced like a beacon of hope, a glimmer of light in the darkness. She watched in awe as it spiraled and dipped, as if guiding her toward a decision.
The firefly's dance reminded her of her own spirit, resilient and determined. An idea began to take shape in her mind, a plan that was both daring and subtle. She would confront her siblings, but not directly. She would outsmart them, catch them off guard, and reveal their secret without them realizing it.
Her resolve strengthened, and she felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins. She knew what she had to do. She would take the doll from under Lincoln's bed and hide it in her own room. Then, she would hide under Lincoln's bed and pretend to be the doll. The next time he went to retrieve it, she would strike.
The plan was risky, but it felt right. She knew she couldn't let her anger consume her or let her emotions cloud her judgment. This was her family, and deep down, she still loved them. She needed to confront them, not with vengeance, but with the truth.
As she stared at the pond, a sense of determination settled within her. The firefly continued its dance, its light guiding her toward her path. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her decision lifting from her shoulders.
Lynn stood up, her resolve clear and unwavering. The park, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, seemed to acknowledge her determination, as if giving her its blessing.
With her mind made up, she turned away from the pond and walked back home. The journey ahead wouldn't be easy, but she was ready to face it. Her heart was still heavy with hurt and betrayal, but she knew that only by confronting her siblings could she find the answers she sought.
In the distance, the firefly's glow flickered, reminding her that even in the darkest of times, there was always a glimmer of hope. As she approached her house, the moonlight guiding her way, Lynn knew that the path she had chosen would lead her to the truth, no matter how difficult or painful it might be.
With determination in her eyes, she stepped inside, ready to take on the challenge before her. The darkness of the night couldn't extinguish the fire that burned within her, the fire of a young girl seeking answers and the truth amidst the mysteries that surrounded her. And so, with the moon as her witness, Lynn Loud prepared herself to confront her siblings and face the truth that lay hidden in the heart of the night.
Part of her wanted to attack that night, but when she got home, Lincoln was already in his room. In her room, Lucy lay in bed reading, and it took everything Lynn had in her to keep from going over and ripping the wannabe goth's little head off. Pretending that everything was okay to Lucy, that she wasn't a seething mass of rage and anger, was among the hardest things Lynn had ever had to do in her life. She was so disgusted by what Lucy had done to her that she could hardly bear to be in the same room as her.
That night, Lynn slipped beneath the covers and waited with dread anticipation to feel the first faint strains of something funny going on, but thankfully, it never came. Lincoln must be asleep. She curled up on her side and listened to the soft, even sound of Lucy's breathing. She was wide awake and found that she could not relax or wind down. She didn't feel safe falling asleep around Lucy. if Lucy would do that to her, the pale little bitch was capable of doing pretty much anything.
Finally, at long last, sleep stole over Lynn Loud. Exhausted from the emotional turmoil that had consumed her, she found herself succumbing to the embrace of slumber. But as she drifted into the realm of dreams, little did she know that her mind would take her on a haunting journey.
In her dream, Lynn found herself in the familiar surroundings of her home, but something was amiss. The house was shrouded in darkness, and the air felt heavy with an eerie stillness. The only source of illumination came from the cold shafts of moonlight that filtered through the windows, casting eerie shadows on the walls.
As she walked down a dark and canted hallway, Lynn felt a sense of foreboding, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. The strange and ominous chanting filled the air, chilling her to the bone. The words were indistinct, like whispers from a distant realm, but they echoed through the corridors with an unsettling intensity.
Her fear rising with every step, Lynn followed the flickering light at the end of the hallway. The warm glow seemed both inviting and sinister, drawing her closer even as she wanted to turn away. The chanting grew louder, and a sense of dread gnawed at her.
With trembling hands, she reached out to open the door where the light emanated. What she saw inside froze her in place. Before her stood her brother Lincoln and their enigmatic sister Lucy, both dressed in ratty cloaks that seemed straight out of a horror story. The candlelight cast dancing shadows on their faces, making them appear almost otherworldly.
Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she noticed the life-sized doll lying on a small altar before them. Lucy held a dagger over the doll, her face expressionless as if she were preparing to perform some dark ritual. Lynn's mind reeled, struggling to comprehend the scene before her.
"Lincoln? Lucy? What are you doing?" Lynn's voice trembled with fear and confusion.
Neither of them acknowledged her presence. Their eyes were fixed on the doll, and the ominous chanting continued, growing louder and more fervent. Lynn felt a sense of urgency, a desperate need to put an end to whatever was happening.
"Stop! This isn't right!" she pleaded, her heart pounding in her ears. But her words fell on deaf ears as Lincoln and Lucy remained entranced by their sinister task.
Feeling a surge of courage, Lynn stepped forward, her instinct to protect overpowering her fear. "Enough! Let go of that doll!" Her voice rang out, firm and resolute.
Lucy's eyes flickered, and she finally looked up at her sister. In the dim light, her face appeared ethereal, almost ghostly. Lynn could see a glint of something in Lucy's eyes, something cold, evil, and reptilian. A greasy smile slid across her skeletal face, and she held the dagger high above her head, the corners of her mouth seeming to sharpen in a shark like smile.
Suddenly, time itself seemed to slow down. The knife began to come down, the firelight glinting on its gilded hilt. Lynn let out a long, slow-mo scream and started to rush forward, but she could barely move; it was like she was under water. The knife came down slowly, slowly, slowly, and Lynn tried to move faster but couldn't.
All at once, things slammed back into high gear. The knife flashed down and slammed into the doll's chest with a sickly thud. Lynn sat up in bed with a sharp gasp, her hands flying to her chest. Thin morning light trickled through the window and her heart slammed so hard against her ribcage that she could hardly breathe. She frantically felt her chest and was relieved to find no wounds.
Only a dream.
She looked over at Lucy's bed. Lucy was a dark form under the covers. She strained to listen and heard the faint sound of Lucy's breathing.
Good, Lucy was asleep and therefore not a threat to her.
Right?
Lynn swallowed hard.
She expected to be up until morning but somehow managed to drop back off to sleep. For a while, she glided in the murky depths of slumber, a being without form or mass, and her thought slowly turned into dreams. All of them bad, of course.
The next time she woke, it was morning.
Lynn's eyes fluttered open, and as she stirred, she was met with warm, golden rays of sunshine filtering through the curtains. The room felt cozy and inviting, but her nerves were on edge. She sat up in bed, glancing around anxiously for any signs of her sister, Lucy. When she realized Lucy's bed was empty, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt a jolt of panic surge through her.
"Lucy?" Lynn called out softly, half-expecting her sister to pop out from a hiding spot with a mischievous grin. But there was no response, and the room remained still and quiet. She swallowed hard, realizing that Lucy was nowhere in sight.
Trying to quell her unease, Lynn took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. She slid her legs out from under the covers and planted her feet on the cool wooden floor. The floorboards creaked gently beneath her weight, adding to the stillness of the morning.
With cautious steps, Lynn got up and made her way to the door, her senses alert for any sign of her elusive sister. She poked her head out into the hallway, peering left and right. There was no sign of Lucy. The house seemed to hold its breath, as if it too wondered where she had gone.
Feeling somewhat reassured that she was alone, Lynn made her way to the bathroom. The floor tiles were cold under her feet, but the promise of a shower was enticing.
She turned the shower on, and the sound of water rushing filled the room. Steam started to build as the water warmed up, and Lynn stood there for a moment, lost in her thoughts, before stepping under the gentle spray.
The water cascaded over her like a warm embrace, washing away the last remnants of sleep and anxiety. Lynn closed her eyes, allowing the sensation to soothe her senses. She lathered up her hair with her own shampoo, relishing the sweet scent of coconut that mingled with the lavender.
As she washed away the soap, she couldn't help but think of her plan. Tonight, she decided, she would put it into action. She would drag that terrible doll out from under Lincoln's bed and hide it in her room, then she would take its place and wait for him to come for it. She hoped that he would. He hadn't last night. That meant he'd have to tonight. He was a sick, horny little fuck and she doubted that he could go more than a day without dipping his little bitty wick in it. She thought back to all the times she'd felt those strange and not wholly welcome sensations. There were days when she didn't feel them, but she honestly could not remember there being too many in a row. There was a good chance that he would use the doll tonight.
And she'd be there.
What would she do to the little creep? She pictured herself punching him in the nose, imagined the satisfying crunch of it breaking to dust beneath her fist. She saw Lucy gaping at her in horror, saw herself rush at the pale little poser and driving her knee hard into her stomach.
Ahhh…that would be so satisfying. That would teach them to do that weird, nasty shit to her. They should have picked Luan or something.
God, what was wrong with them? Why did the doll have to look like her…or any of their sisters, for that matter? What perverts. Ugh! Just thinking about it made her sick, and the realization that all of those sensations that she had felt were basically her brother having sex with her…God, how fucking revolting. She wanted to throw up right here.
She was going to enjoy making those two creeps pay for their crimes.
With a sigh, Lynn cut the spray and stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a fluffy towel. Droplets of water clung to her skin, reflecting the morning light that streamed in through the bathroom window. She gazed at her own reflection in the mirror, her hazel eyes meeting her own.
"Where are you, Lucy?" she whispered, worry in her voice.
After drying off, Lynn dressed quickly, choosing a comfortable outfit for the day ahead. She returned to her room and glanced around once more, as if expecting to find some clue about her sister's whereabouts. But the room was silent, and the mystery remained unsolved.
Deciding that she couldn't wait around forever, Lynn took a deep breath, gathering her resolve. She knew that Lucy's adventures often led her to unexpected places, and maybe she'd return with a wild tale to tell. For now, all she could do was hope and carry on with her day, leaving space for the unexpected to unfold.
She found Lucy and Lincoln downstairs. They were sitting at the kitchen table and eating bowls of cereal. They were engaged in a low, conspiritorial conversation when Lynn entered. As soon as they noticed her, they both instantly went silent. It took Lynn everything she had to keep from narrowing her eyes and sneering in hatred. Look at them…plotting against her, probably talking about what a good, perverted fuck session they were going to have with that stupid doll later on. God, she couldn't wait to kick their sorry asses. For now, though, she had to pretend that everything was normal, hunky dory, just peachy, and right as rain to avoid tipping them off that she knew all about their nasty little secret.
"Hey, guys," she said, trying and succeeding to keep the rage and contempt from her voice. "What'cha eating?"
"Coco Puffs," Lucy said. "There's none left."
Lynn blew a raspberry and waved the goth off. "I don't eat that junk anyway. You know that." She pased through the dining room and went into the kitchen, where she rooted around in the pantry and grabbed a breakfast bar even though she wasn't very hungry; finding out that you've been repeatedly raped by your brother and sister will have major consequences on your appetite. Again, though, she had to keep up appearances.
Instead of going back into the dining room and forcing herself to face those two dickheads again, Lynn went into the backyard and sat on the porch steps, eating her breakfast bar. When she was finished, she grabbed her football and started tossing it around. Ball and sports, for once, were the last things on her mind, but this is what she would do on a normal morning, therefore she had to do it now.
She kept one eye on the sliding glass door into the kitchen, wondering if Lincoln and Lucy were watching her the way she was watching them. She figured that they were not. They had no reason to. As far as they were concerned, it was just another normal day in the Loud house. They had no idea that she had uncovered their nefarious secret and that she was planning to strike back at them.
Filled with nervous energy and not knowing what to do with it, Lynn left the house and went on a walk around town. She thought long and hard about what she was going to do, and fantasies of revenge filled her head. She was afraid that she might wind up literally murdering them, that's how pissed off she was about what they had been doing to her. She saw herself losing control and beating the shit out of them, maybe even strangling them. She had lost control in fights before, and nothing good ever came of it. In fact, one time, she beat a girl so bad that she was almost expelled from school. If Pop Pop wasn't randomly serving on the school board and wasn't very good golf buddies with the superintendent, things might have turned out much, much differently.
At the park, Lynn didn't feel like doing much of anything; there was too much on her mind and she was way too distracted to settle into an activity. She walked around, plotted, sat on a bench, schemed, and then went to Tony's Pizzaria for lunch, where she had honkin' huge meatball sub, which took her mind off the whole thing for a little while. There was an arcade cabinet near the bathrooms and before she left, she played a few rounds of Pac-Man. She was not very big into video games, but she enjoyed a few of the older ones. They were simple little time killers, which, in her view, is what video games should be. Video games today were way too extra and the culture around them was pretty lame. Like seriously, you shouldn't be parked on a video game for eight hours a day buying all sorts of in game content like extra weapons and shit. Lincoln was a video game nerd and she always thought he was a massive dork for it. What was it about guys and video games anyway? That's all dudes these days seemed to do. Watch porn and play video games.
You realize that you're wasting your life on pixels that aren't real, right? Get a girlfriend.
Well…actually, Lincoln had, but in the most perverted, fucked up, antisocial, and unhealthy way possible…just like a fucking gamer. A shiver went down her spine and a body wide shudder tore through her. She pushed away from the cabinet and walked home.
For the rest of the day, she busied herself at nothing much, willing time to hurry up and move faster so that she could go ahead and put her plan into action.
Finally, the sun set behind the horizon and the house of Loud began to wind down for the night. Lincoln and Lucy were hanging out in the living room, him playing a video game and her with her big fat nose buried in a book. Lynn figured that now was the time to begin to put her plan into action. She crept upstairs, sneaked into Lincoln's room, and knelt next to his bed. She pushed the cover aside and peered into the narrow band of darkness beyond it. She caught sight of the doll, an abstract and lifeless figure in the gloom, and her heart began to race. Some way, some how, Lucy had used her knowledge of arcane magic to create this damned thing. Lynn knew nothing about magic - didn't even believe in it up until a few days ago - and had no idea how this worked.
What if…what if that thing was alive? What if when she reached under the bed to get it, it grabbed her hand? God, she'd probably go one hundred percent batshit insane if that happened. She would start screaming and never stop. They'd have to lock her in a padded room and sedate her just to get some peace. She imagined the doll coming out from under the bed, shuffling toward her with its hands up and hooked into claws and Lincoln's cum dribbling out of it, and she recoiled a little. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. Maybe she should just turn her happy ass back around and forget it. She knew for certain that Lincoln and Lucy were guilty of doing something fucked up to her, so it's not like she needed to catch them red handed and in the act or anything. She could always just come up with another way to pay them back.
She hesitated and seriously reconsidered her plan, but decided to forge ahead anyway. If that doll was alive, she'd just beat the living shit out of it.
Taking a deep breath and hoping for the best (while, of course, expecting the worst), Lynn reached under the bed and grabbed the doll. It was light and felt almost pillowy to the touch. Not like a real human being at all. It did not come to life as she carried it to her bedroom, and for that Lynn was endlessly grateful.
She stashed it in her bed, pulling the covers up over its head, and then sneaked back into Lincoln's room, closing the door behind her. She slid under the bed and put the covers back to conceal herself.
Now she waited.
It seemed like forever that she was lay in the stale, stifling darkness before Lincoln and Lucy finally came. She tried to entertain herself with her own thoughts, but she didn't exactly have a lively imagination. She was not the type of person who could have fun by herself and without any external stimuli. At one point, she even lapsed into a thin and fitful sleep, which was finally broken by the creak of the door opening. Her heart jolted into her throat and her eyes flung open. Their voices drifted to her, and a fist of nerves clenched in her stomach.
Alright, she thought, here we go.
The door creaked closed and the sound of muffled footfalls approached her. The cover moved aside and Lincoln reached under. He grabbed hold of her shirt and pulled her out. "It's heavy," he grunted, a little touch of surprise in his voice.
As soon as she was clear of the bed, Lynn popped to her feet, and Lincoln and Lucy both jumped back in fear. "Surprise, motherfuckers," she said. She lunged at them and Lucy ducked to the side. She grabbed Lincoln by the front of his shirt and his eyes went wide with terror, the color draining from his face. "You fuicking freak," Lynn hissed through her teeth. She flung him across the room and he crashed into his desk, hitting the corner hard and dropping to the floor with a cry. She was so focused on him that she didn't notice Lucy slipping out of the room and fleeing.
Shoulders hunched, hands balled into fists, Lynn advanced on her fallen brother, sucking huge gulps of air through her flaring nostrils. Her eyes burned with rage and hatred, and in that moment, she felt herself beginning to lose control. All of her emotions were bubbling up inside of her, and she was in danger of being consumed and taken over by them. The edges of her vision tinged gray and the world all seemed to go a little fuzzy. She stalked over to him, bent over, and dragged him back to his feet.
"Please, stop," he wailed like the sniveling coward he was, "I can explain."
Lynn balled her hand and smashed him in the face. Her knuckles raked his chin and his eyes rolled back into his head. He went limp in her grasp and she wrapped her hands around his throat, squeezing tight.
Suddenly, somehow, Lynn was lying face down on the floor. Her arms were wrenched behind her by some unseen force, and she felt the sensation of her wrists being tied. For a moment she had no idea what was going on, then it hit her.
Lucy had found the doll.
Damn it.
The doll lay bound in front of Lucy, and Lynn in front of Lincoln. Lincoln staggered woozily to his feet and shook his head. When he saw Lynn tied up in front of him, he blinked…then grinned.
Lucy knew what was about to happen and was eagare to join in. She covered up the doll so that no one would see it and hurried back to Lincoln's room. Lincoln, tongue out and eyes glazed with lust, alread had Lynn's shorts and underwear off, her pale, freckled butt exposed to the world. Lynn kicked and thrashed, rolling from side to side like a turtle on its back. "You motherfucker," she sneared, "I'm gonna kill both of you."
"Luce," Lincoln said and nodded to Lynn.
Picking up his meaning, Lucy went over and sat down on Lynn's back, pinning her in place. She swung her legs over each of Lynn's shoulders and squeezed Lynn's head between her thighs. Running her fingers through Lynn's hair, she laughed at her sister's impotent rage. Lincoln, meanwhile, knelt behind Lynn and forced her legs apart. Without preamble, like a hungry man sitting down to a good meal, he dug into Lynn's ass, licking her moist center while spreading her butt cheeks apart with his hands. His tongue swirled around her puckered ass hole and the bulge in his pants grew and grew.
Lynn let out a yelp and tried to fight him off, but between the invisible bindings and Lucy grinding herself against the back of her head, she was powerless to resist. The wet, wormy sensation of Lincoln's tongue licking her sent shivers up her spine and made her tense. He slipped his hand between her and the floor and cupped her pussy. She tried to squirm away, but Lucy yanked her hair like a rider pulling the reigns of a horse and rubbed her crotch against her. "Keep doing that and you're going to make me cum," Lucy said.
"Fuck you," Lynn said.
"After Lincoln."
Lincoln rubbed Lynn's pussy with one hand and used the other to scratch and slap her ass. He pulled his head back, then a second later, Lynn felt his finger slipping into her butt. She clenched her teeth and hissed in pain. Her walls squeezed around him and pain crackled in the center of her skull. "Your ass tastes delictable," Lincoln said and made a show of smacking his lips together like Hannibal Lecter.
Face crinkled against the pain, Lynn ordered, "Get your finger out of there."
Instead, Lincoln pushed deeper, sinking it in all the way to the knuckle. Pressure built up in Lynn's skull and she squeezed her eyes closed. She wanted to get away, but she was trapped like an animal in a corner. There was nothing she could do but just lay here and take it. She was not used to being powerless like this; she was a strong and proactive girl who prided herself on fighting back against injustice. She would never cower or back down from a fight, and often imagined herself dying defiantly, on her feet. Now, she was more or less dying on her stomach with her butt in the air and her brother's finger in it. Tears of rage and shame brimmed in her brown eyes but she blinked them back before they could spill down her freckled cheeks. She would not cry, would not give them the satisfaction of knowing that they had broken her and brought her low.
Somehow, Lucy had worked her leggings off and was now rubbing her bare pussy against the back of Lynn's head. Lynn could feel it on her neck and head, soft, silky, trembling, and as hot as a bed of coals. Lynn had never realized what a disgusting fucking pervert her little sister was until this very second. Lucy was so turned on by this whole thing - by tying up and raping her older sister - that she was panting and moaning, her breathing heavy and her chest, tiny breasts, heaving. She raked her nails over Lynn's scalp and bucked her hips, humping Lynn furiously. Lynn couldn't be sure, but she thought she could feel the hot, sticky sensation of Lucy's juices beginning to trickle down the nape of her neck.
"I'm fingering your butthole," Lincoln said, fingering faster, "what are you going to do about it?"
Nothing, that's what. There was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Even screaming, cussing, and threatening him was useless. It would just satisfy them even more. So in her final act of defiance, she resolved to just lay there and let it happen. It would have to stop eventually, and when it did, she would have her revenge. Oh, yes she would; she would smite both Lincoln and Lucy down like a vengeful god. She would literally murder them. They were both going to die.
Lincoln pulled his finger out, and a second later, Lynn felt something else prodding her butt hole. Just as she realized what it was, Lincoln's slammed into her, and she let out a loud, strangled cry, her body seizing and her back arching against her will. An explosion of red pain filled her cranium and agony tore through her body. Lucy held on and bounced up and down, throwing her head back and trapping Lynn's head between her thighs. "Fuck yes, like that, fuck yes, fuck yes…"
To stifle her cries, Lynn bit down on the carpet as Lincon began to fuck her ass in ernest. He plowed her face into the floor and slapped her ass so hard it sent tingles racing into her pussy. She closed her eyes and let it happen. At first it hurt like hell, but soon, her body adjusted and it began to not hurt as much. Then, God help her, it eventually felt…okay.
Just before she could start enjoying it despite herself, Lincoln yanked out, and she felt wet, sticky, snotty cum splatter her lower back and ass cheeks. "Luce," Lincoln said.
Lucy gave one final thrust and held on, her body shaking as she came.
"Luce," Lincoln repeated.
Swinging one leg over Lynn's head, Lucy got up, and a moment later, she began to lick Lincoln's cum from Lynn's butt, lapping it up like a thirsty kitten lapping milk. Lynn swallowed hard around a lump in her throat and a shiver raced down her spine. Goosebumps raked her skin and her nipples were beginning to stiffen. She didn't want to admit it to herself but she thought that she was starting to get turned on a little.
Slowly Lucy made her way to Lynn's core and began to lick that too, long strides between Lynn's pussy and ass. A shivery sigh dislodged from Lynn's throat and her heart started to knock. She realized that she was starting to really like it and a rush of horror went over her. She swallowed that feeling and tried to suppress it.
"He's right," Lucy panted, "your ass is really yummy."
Pushing Lucy aside, Lincoln got on his knees behind Lynn and forced her thighs apart. She had an idea what was coming next, and a flush of both dread and excitement broke over her. Lincoln laid his hands on her rounded butt cheeks and dug his nails into the soft globes of flesh. He spread them slightly apart and stared hungrilly down at his sister's center. It was pink and moist, fresh as a spring flower covered in morning dew. Lucy scooched in next to him and they both took their time admiring it. Lincoln bent over and wafted the scent of Lynn's pussy into his nose, sniffing the air. "Ah," he said with a refreshing sigh, "the scent of woman."
He looked at Lucy and noticed that her lips were glistening. "You got some Lynn on your lips," he said. He leaned in and they kissed; he ran his tongue over her lips, tasting Lynn's essence, and Lucy shivered a little as she took in the mixed taste of Lincoln's kiss and Lynn's crotch.
Lynn could hear the sound of their lips smacking and their tongues licking each other - it sounded like a dog lapping water from a bowl - and she didn't know whether to be jealous or disgusted. God help her, she was a little of both.
Breaking from Lucy's lips with a muddy squelching sound, Lincoln turned his attention back to Lynn. He ran his hands over her butt cheeks, the soft graze of his warm flesh against hers both sickening and exhilarating. "I was getting tired of that doll anyway," he said. "It can't substitute for the real thing." He leaned over and swiped his tongue up between Lynn's butt. He spread it apart and swirled his tongue around her puckered hole. "You know what they say about a woman's ass hole, right?" he asked.
"What?" Lucy asked, sounding both mocking and genuinely curious.
"It's like a 9 volt battery," Lincoln said, "you know it's wrong, but you're eventually going to put your tongue on it."
Lynn clenched her teeth and regulated her breathing. She wanted him to just get it the fuck over with. He and Lucy both seemed to enjoy toying with her. She thought to herself that they were getting just as much out of that as they were raping her, maybe even more.
Lincoln situated himself between her thighs and used his knees to force her legs open, and to keep them open. He grabbed her ass in both hands and gave it a rough squeeze. Her nipples stiffened and her pussy began to tingle a little bit. She thought back to all the times she had randomly felt those sexual sensations, and her heat rate sped up. She would be a liar if she said that she did not enjoy them. She was worried about what they were and where they came from, but she really did like the way they felt.
Would it feel any different now that he was doing it to her and not to the doll? Would it be more intense? Better?
More orgasmic?
She found herself hoping so.
"You gonna put it in her?" Lucy asked.
By way of answering, Lincoln thrusted his hips, and his dick plunged into Lynn's depths, spearing her core and spreading her walls. Her pelvis strained as Lincoln's dick spread her apart, and a mix of pleasure and pain filled her. She sucked a sharp intake of breath and trembled. Lincoln did not give her body time to adust, nor did he take pains to be gentle with her. He instantly began to fuck the shit out of her, his hips flying back and forth and his balls pounding against her clit. He dug his nails into the soft flesh of her ass cheeks and rutted her so hard that her mouth fell open in a silent scream. It managed to somehow hurt and feel incredible at the same time.
And it was more intense than it had been in the past. The things she had felt before were but a muffled, second hand echo. This was first hand, raw, amazing, horrible, and a thousand other conflicting things. The feeling of Lincoln's curved head stroking her walls and raking her G-Spot made her dizzy with desire, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Some small part of her still wanted to deny Lincoln the satisfaction of knowing that she enjoyed it, so she clamped her mouth shut and bore her teeth down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning or crying out. Lincoln slappped her ass as he mated her, and Lynn couldn't help getting her knees under her and thrusting her butt up to make an easier target of it. Drool dribbled from her mouth and her eyes hazed with lust and pleasure.
Yanking out, Lincoln rolled her onto her back, got between her legs, and thrusted. He bent over and kissed, bit, and licked her neck as he slammed in and out of her. Lynn squeezed her eyes closed and fought the urge to lift and lower her hips into his thrusts. She hated herself for enjoying this even in the slightest, and forced her mind onto other topics. What was the saying? Lay back and think of England? Well, she didn't know much about England, but she'd try. They had a big ass clock tower and lots of sheep, right? If she recalled, in England, it was the reverse of America. The south was where the urbane city folks lived and the north was a rural backwater full of rednecks. You know, she wouldn't mind visiting rural England one day. She wasn't very interested in cities, cities were gay, but the countryside was always -
With a grunt and a final thrust, Lincoln's hot sperm shot deep inside of her and she jumped a little in surprise. Lincoln rolled off of her and lay on the floor next to Lucy, who had just gotten herself off. They both panted and blushed with arousal and exertion. Lynn just lay there, grimacing at the strange feeling of Lincoln's cum dribbling out of her.
After a few minutes, Lincoln sat up and shook his head like a man coming out of the water. He looked at Lucy, who also sat up, and then down at Lynn. "So," he said with a little sigh, "what now?"
"What do you mean what now?" Lucy asked.
"We all need to have a little talk," Lincoln said, "the three of us."
Swallowing and finding her voice, Lynn spoke for the first time. "Yeah, I'll say." There was a current of indignation in her voice. Maybe on some sick, perverted level she enjoyed it…but Lincoln and Lucy still essentially raped her. They absolutely did need to have a talk.
"About what?" Lucy asked.
Lincoln sighed, sounding frustrated with his spooky little sister's density. "About what just happened. Where do we go from here? If we untie Lynn and let her go, she's gonna snitch us out to the rest of the family. Do you have any idea what they'll do to us?"
Lucy snorted dismissively. "Probably nothing. Mom and Dad are weak as fuck. They'll probably tell us to work it out amongst ourselves."
Lincoln uttered a stiff, fake little laugh. "Yeah, no. Not this time, Luce. We didn't get into an argument over a toy or fight over who gets the last slice of pizza. We tied our sister up and fucked her."
"Raped me is more like it," Lynn grumbled.
"This isn't the kind of thing that Mom and Dad will let go, no matter how perssmive and limp wristed they are," Lincoln continued. "This is the kind of thing that would provoke even a monk to murder. At the very least we'll both be severely punished and sent to therapy or something."
"Ew," Lucy said, "therapy is for the weak minded."
"No shit," Lincoln said. "You wanna see Dr. Lopez every Tuesday afternoon? Talk about your feelings and why tying up and fucking your sister turns you on?"
For a moment Lucy was quiet. "I'd rather fucking die."
"Me too," Lincoln said. "And that's the best case scenario. The worst case would be them calling the cops on us or something. Do you know where bad kids like us end up?"
"Where?" Lucy asked breathlessly.
"Kid jail. They literally have prisons for kids like us. With bars and everything. Imagine spending the next ten to twelve years of your life - until you're eighteen or even twenty-one - getting beaten up and raped in the shower."
Lucy trembled in fear.
"Yeah," Lynn said sarcastically, "imagine that. Terrible."
"I don't know about you, Luce, but I'm not going down like that. I'm not built for prison. I'm built for video games."
"Built for sucking cock, maybe," Lynn said.
The two ignored her. "Well…what do you want to do?" Lucy asked. "We can't kill her and we can't keep her tied up forever. The family will eventually notice she's missing and start asking questions."
Lincoln pursed his lips in thought and stroked his chin. "You're right. We'll have to find a peaceful solution." He looked at Lynn. "Are you down for a little negotiation?"
Lynn opened her mouth but snapped it closed again. Just a few minutes ago she was resolved to literally murder Lincoln and Lucy, but now something had changed. She didn't know what it was and didn't want to know. Was it that she had enjoyed it? Was it that maybe, on some level, she wanted to do it again? Was it that she had had time to calm down and think? She couldn't literally kill Lincoln and Lucy. That would be her throwing her life away completely and irrevocably. She didn't know what she could and could not do, but suddenly, negotiating and talking things over seemed the right course of action.
Plus, as long as that stupid doll existed, she would never get a moment's peace. She would be subject to constant torment, even in public. She did not want to continue on the way she had been for the past few weeks. She wanted it done and over with, or at least tightly managed and controlled, because it wasn't so bad…it was nice, actually…but not when it hit her at a moment she wasn't ready for or expecting it to.
"Maybe," she said. "What do you have in mind?"
They talked for a little while and hashed out their terms. Obviously Lincoln and Lucy didn't want their horrible secret getting out. Lynn took great pleasure in the fact that she had something this big, this serious, hanging over their heads. Lynn, of course, wanted to not be hit with intense sexual stimulation when she was in public, and even then not when she wasn't expecting it. Lincoln and Lucy, however, had become addicted to humiliating her in public and wouldn't back down from doing it. "I need it, Lynn," Lincoln plead, "please."
"Yeah, me too," Lucy chipped in. "It's so hot and turns me on so much. If I think about it all I have to do is squeeze my thighs together and I'll cum." She squeezed her thighs together now and a little shiver went through her. Lynn watched in something like shock as a dark patch spread across the crotch of Lucy's leggings. "See?"
"Looks more like you pissed yourself," Lynn said with a little sneer of disgust.
Lucy shrugged one shoulder. "I don't care what it looks like, only what it feels like."
Lincoln balled his hands in supplication and Lucy did likewise. They begged and pleaded, and Lynn couldn't lie, she took great satisfaction in watching the pair of little creeps grovel. "Alright, fine," Lynn finally said, relenting. For that concession, she got the promise that they would only do it occasionally and that sometimes they would let her join in on their fun, being their plaything in person and letting them do whatever they wanted. Lynn agreed to this and to keep quiet, and in return Lucy promised that she would find a way to break the spell binding her to the voodoo doll. "I know it can be done," Lucy said, "but it usually isn't, so that information isn't as readily available."
Lynn agreed to all of it. Now that she knew what was going on and why these weird things were happening to her, she felt better about it. LOL for a little while there she thought she had a horriblew physical aliment or that she was slowly going insane. After extracting the promise from Lincoln and Lucy that they would not torment and humiliate her in public (at least as much as they already had been), she felt even better. The worry and stress of wondering when the next attack was going to come had been playing hell on her for so long, that now knowing why it was happening was a load off her shoulders.
The next few days, Lincoln and Lucy left Lynn alone, and she was able to recover her nerves and from the physical effects of being fucked by Lincoln. One evening, she was at one of her sports clubs after school when she felt the first faint flicker of feeing between her legs. Oh no, she thought, not this again. Sure enough, which in moments she could feel Lincoln's fingers inside of her. She started to blush and shake, and before it could go too far, she got up and rushed out, making her way home, as if drawn by a signal. She dreaded this but was also unconsciously excited for it.
You know.
This wasn't that bad.
But…uh…it was still bad.
Totally.
Pinkie promise.