AN: Got that done faster than I thought I would. Here's the last chapter of Gigant I'll be posting for a little while. It's more or less a stand alone lewd, my first attempt at such a thing. So if it's not very good, you can safely skip it without missing anything. But even if that's the case, stick around for the omake at the end, which is more along the lines of my usual stuff :). Thanks to my friends AberrantScript, and LoudAutomata16, for pretending to take me seriously when I floated the idea of doing this chapter.
The creaking of his bedroom door was the only warning Lincoln Loud received before he was violently pulled away from his comic book reading. Quite literally, as one minute he was busy being enthralled by the latest adventure of Ace Savvy, and the next he found the world spinning around him, a powerful force yanking him away from the safety of his bedroom and the thrilling conclusion of his precious comic book. Lincoln would have been more worried if this sort of thing hadn't become such a regular occurrence, though he often wished his kidnappers would use an abduction method that was a little easier on his stomach.
Eventually the spinning stopped, and Lincoln found himself standing on solid ground once more. Long honed instincts kicked in, and Lincoln lowered his head towards the ground, preparing for the inevitable rush of vertigo. Ah, there it was.
"Whoops." His captor said as he began dry heaving, clearly embarrassed. "Guess I was going kinda fast, huh?"
"I-It's fine, Lynn..." He wheezed, raising himself to a standing position as the last of the nausea seemed to pass. He immediately regretted doing so, as his feet immediately buckled under him, and he began to fall. Thankfully, a pair of strong arms caught him, preventing his decent, and he found himself staring into the chestnut tressed, freckled face of his older sister. As unpleasant as he felt, he couldn't say it was an unwelcomed sight.
"Hey, Lynn." He greeted her as he struggled to right himself once more. "What's going ON!"
Lincolns question took an upward turn as the athlete hefted him off the ground and flung him into the air. Thankfully his flight was short lived, and the landing was far softer than he'd anticipated. A quick glance revealed that he was now on Lynn's bed, and from there it was easy enough to extrapolate that he was in her room.
Lincoln coughed nervously, then turned to his sister, who was now making her way towards him. "I repeat, what's going—" Again the boy was interrupted as Lynn was suddenly on the bed and in his face, and only moments later, was latched firmly onto his face, the taste of his sisters lips and the sound of her heavy, but delighted breathing suddenly being the only sensations in his world as he briefly grappled with the older girl.
"Oh." He panted, as she finally allowed him to come up for air. "Are we—"
"Yes." Said Lynn, matter-of-factly, seemingly intent on denying him the opportunity to finish any of his sentences. She clambered forward and nuzzled up against his side, peppering his face with kisses as she began to gently rub his chest.
"I sent everyone else away." She murmured, briefly pausing her ministrations. "Sam too. Lucy helped"
"O-oh?" Lincoln asked, trying to keep his voice level. A feat made far more difficult by just how good Lynn was making him feel.
"Yep." Again Lynn captured his lips, far too briefly for his liking, before she released him once more. "They think Auntie Pam's Parlor is giving away free ice cream to big parties with at least four blondes."
"I want ice cream!" Lincoln cried reflexively, immediately moving to sit up. He quickly found himself running against the immovable force that was Lynn's hand, and with a gentle, but firm shove, the older girl returned him to his reclined position. "Oh, right."
"Yes..." Lynn hissed, licking her lips. "You have more important things to worry about."
"W-what did you have in mind?" Lincoln asked, a strange combination of terror and arousal flooding his system.
Lynn's hand began to drift, tracing a path down Lincoln's chest, past his waist, and coming to rest atop his increasingly tight jeans.
"I...think..." Lynn said in a slow, playful manner, "That I want to give you something to think about next time you're yanking your little Linky in the shower." Lincoln frowned at the implied jab, but any protests were quickly forgotten as Lynn swiftly unbuckled his pants and yanked them down in a single fluid motion.
"Wow." Lynn said, her breathing decidedly more labored than before. "I take it back."
"You don't have to stare." Lincoln grumbled, embarrassed, as he moved to cover his shame, only to have Lynn swat his hands away.
"No, no." Lynn tried to assure him. "I-I just thought Leni was exaggerating. Those jeans of yours are...deceptive.
It wasn't crazy huge, nothing close to the magnificent rods of which Lynn that had been the subject of so many locker room conversations between her friends, magnificent rods glimpsed from the depths of the internet, or the occasional late night skin flick. Lincoln was still a growing boy, after all, but it seemed a good chunk of that growth was going to a very important place. More importantly, it was his. And it was here. It called to her, beckoned her, standing proud and erect, unashamed of her rapt attentions, unlike the boy attached to it.
"New plan, Linc." Lynn murmured, licking her lips eagerly. "Just lay back down for me, please."
Lincoln gave her a worried glance, but obeyed regardless, settling back down on the bed. "O-okay Lynn, just tell me—Oooh!"
A thrill went down Lynn's body as she elicited that cry from her little brother, one that went straight to her core. She tightened her grasp on her little brother's penis, mindful not to hurt the poor boy, and gently began to work her fingers up and down the shaft. She grinned as another moan of delight from the pleasure ridden boy tore itself from his oh so kissable lips, and without breaking her rhythm gently laid herself down beside him once more. She turned to Lincoln, gazing blankly at the ceiling, his eyes crossed to such an extent that he almost appeared pupil less, and chuckled, leaning in and planting a quick kiss on her little brother's lips.
"You like that, little bro?" She asked, breathily.
"Uh." Lincoln grunted, seemingly in agreement.
"That make you feel good?" Lynn pressed. "Better than Leni?"
"D-different." Lincoln uttered, shuddering under her touch. Lynn mentally shrugged. Honestly, she hadn't even been expecting that much. And comparing her to Leni, well, that was still a pretty big compliment.
"That's good, little bro." She cooed, planting another kiss on Lincoln's lips. "Just keep thinking about your big sister, and how much she loves..." Lynn trailed off, her eyes widening in surprise as the hot, throbbing member held within her grasp thickened. Not significantly, but definitely noticeably. She gazed down at Lincoln's catatonic face, an odd combination of love and pride warming her veins.
"Really wasn't expecting that." She murmured appreciatively. "Maybe its time we step things up a notch..."
Lincoln let out a slight gasp as Lynn surrendered her hold on his better half. He tried not to let his disappointment show, but Lynn had proven to be surprisingly talented in that specific field, and it difficult to fight the urge not to plead they continue their little session. Especially considering how erect he remained.
"N-nice job, Lynn." Lincoln panted. "That was...a-amazing. Really amazing."
"It's not over yet, Lincoln." Lynn murmured, planting one more kiss on his lips. This time she lingered, leaning into it, and Lincoln allowed himself to savor the flavor, the sensation of his older sister's very palpable love for him. He reached upward, with both arms, intending to pull her closer, to potentially go further, but before he could Lynn broke the kiss. The older girl gave him a wink, and slid out of his grasp, and then out of view, leaving behind a very confused, very stymied Lincoln.
"Lynn?" He called out. There was no response. He planted his hands on the mattress, intending to push himself upward so he could follow her, but then...
"Easy, Lincoln." Lynn's voice drifted over to him from further down the bed. "I wanna do something for you."
Cautiously, Lincoln allowed himself, to drop back down to the bed. Wondering what she was talking about. He didn't have to wait long.
Lincoln gasped, far louder, and far more emphatically than before as something warm, wet, and wonderful slid over his very hard, and very sensitive penis. He shuddered, visibly shaking as waves of pleasure wracked his body.
"O-oh! W-wow!" Lincoln thought. "F-feels like she's..."
Lincoln fought against the euphoria currently threatening to paralyze him and struggled to raise his head. He only managed to work his way a few scant inches from the mattress, his quivering, jelly-like limbs proving to be unreliable, but he managed to catch a glimpse of a familiar, chestnut mane, bobbing up and down, the rhythm of its movements syncing up rather tellingly with the ebb and flow of the sensations coursing through his body. A thumbs up, provided soon after, only served to confirm his suspicions. Yep, Leni definitely had some competition for the position of favorite sister now.
It was at that point that an entirely different, but all too familiar sensation began to make itself known. A spark, an undercurrent of electricity, swimming amid the ocean of pleasure threatening to drown him.
"S-shit." He thought, finding himself incapable of unclenching his jaw. That feeling was always trouble, and here he was, practically invalid by his amazingly talented sister.
"It'll be fine." The sinister part of his brain tried to assure him. "That only happens when you're kissing the girl, and what you two are doing is absolutely not kissing." Lincoln wanted to agree, desperately wanted to surrender himself to the pleasure, come what may. But still...
"L-lynn!" He gasped, trying to utter a warning, but it was too late. Orgasm. Climax. Crescendo. Lincoln's brain went numb as the unmistakable sensation of his long built up tensions finally released, spewing forth from his loins with turbulence and ferocity. Time seemed to crystallize in that instant, a strange moment of extra sensory awareness, in which he was able to appreciate the way Lynn took his assault head on, like the champion she was. And in that moment, he somehow found himself loving her even more.
...Then the moment passed, and bright red sparks began to dance across his sister's slender form.
"Aw...dang—" Was all his brain had time to muster before a much more literal explosion of crimson energy erupted from his genitals.
Lincoln blinked rapidly, trying to banish the white, featureless void that obscured his sight. To his relief, the void began to fade, and shapes and colors quickly began to take their proper places once more. He could feel the soft mattress underneath his bed, the cool breeze against his damp, well worn junk, and he could see...Lynn?
Lincoln had once more found himself looking up at Lynn. But this time, to a much greater degree. The beautiful, freckled face of the sportiest Loud was slightly askew, pressed up against a ceiling that was suddenly too low to contain her.
Lynn's face broke out into a wide grin as she gazed down upon Lincoln.
"Hey there..." She purred, her voice several octaves lower than normal. "...little brother."
Lincoln found himself equal parts scared and aroused by the hungry look on his now amazon sized sister's face. "Scaroused." His brain helpfully supplied.
"H-hey...Lynn." He stammered, desperately trying to move his now useless limbs. "I seem to be having a little trouble at the moment..."
"Your little friend doesn't seem to be having any trouble." Lynn replied, lowering herself down onto all fours., her beautiful, naked body still towering above him, even from her current vantage. "Looks to me like he's ready to go into extra innings."
Lincoln glanced downward, and much to his distress, saw in defiance of all logic, his traitorous appendage had indeed risen to the occasion, and was raring to go once more. He glanced between his throbbing member, and his big sister's eager grin.
"Fine..." He sighed, resigned to his fate. "G-game on, Lynn..."
End.
AN: And now for something completely different, here's an omake:
Sid growled in frustration, stretching her arms with all her might, so much so that she could feel her joints threatening to pop out of their sockets...but to no avail. Finally, she relented, leveling a stare of barely repressed fury at her erstwhile foe. An unopened jar of pickles on the top shelf.
"Just get a step ladder, Sid!" Ronnie called from the front of the Mercado. "We're gonna miss our bus!"
Sid spun around and angrily stalked towards the front of the store. "This wouldn't happen if I was still giant." She grumbled.
"Sorry kids." The rollercoaster operator apologized, seeming to be genuine in his sentiment. "You've gotta be this tall for me to let you on the ride."
"It's fine." Ronnie reassured him, still looking disappointed in spite of her words. "Come on, Sid." She said, turning to her friend. "We'll find something else to do."
Sid crossed out her arms and let out an angry huff. "This wouldn't happen if I was still giant."
"Aaaarg!" Sid groaned, watching the mechanical arm that was about to dispense her tasty snack stop in the middle of its duty...going still and quiet as it wound down its operation.
"Ronnie Anne!" She cried out in distress. "This stupid machine took my money!"
Ronnie strolled on over to her friend and gave the machine a once over.
"Looks like it." She said, shrugging indifferently. "Come on, Sid, we'll get you something at the Mercado, my treat."
"This wouldn't have happened if I was still giant!" Sid shouted, glaring at the offending machine.
Ronnie'd had enough. "How?" She exclaimed. "How would this situation be even the slightest bit different if you were giant?"
Sid slowly straightened up, blinking her eyes in surprise. "You know something?" She asked her friend. "You're absolutely right."
Ronnie sighed in relief. "Finally! Now—"
SCREEEEEEEEEEE
Ronnie winced at the sound of screaming metal, as Sid reached over, tore off the front of the machine like it was made of aluminum foil, and casually dropped it to the ground.
THUMP
Sid gave Ronnie a victorious smirk as she reached in and retrieved her precious snack. "You were right, Ronnie." She announced grandly. "I didn't need to be a giant for that."
She paused, considering the snack in her hand. "But..."
"Yes, Sid?" Ronnie prompted her friend, barely containing her frustration.
"I still wish I was giant." Sid concluded.
"Why?" Ronnie growled.
"Because its fun, obviously." Sid replied. She then pirouetted away like a ballerina, doing her best to dodge the onslaught of snacks and beverages Ronnie began hurling her way.