Welcome back to Lincoln's Log Book. Hope you guys are ready for this chapter because the lucky girl is Mollie! The winner of the second poll. This was much longer than I expected. It's already longer than the first one, so I had to cut some scenes. Although, I am trying to figure out the format of this story. I think this one works because jumping straight into the lemon is boring. We all love the buildup to it. Enough of that. What do I have in store for you guys in this chapter? The next chapter is going to be Evelynn, aka Shy QT. That one will probably be shorter than the last two since she's a background character, so there's not a lot I can work with, but if people can make 20+ chapter stories with a background character as the love interest of the story. I think I can manage.
The theme for the 2nd anniversary is Threesomes. Now you can vote up to two characters for the next lemon after Cristina's.
Tags: [Wholesome], [Vanilla], [Friends to Lovers], [Married], [Supportive], [Femdom], [Gentle Femdom], [Creampies], [CFNM], [Deepthroat], [Blowjob], [Teasing with some edging], [Vacation], [Romance], [Grinding], [Rich couple] and [Appreciation]
UnrulySan2048: Thanks, man. I knew what I was getting into.
Phillip Craig/boygenius2020/SuperSonicBros123/Bryan Pacheco/NoNeed-F2TF: Glad that you enjoyed it. That chapter was long, so I missed a few here and there. The way I do these chapters is how logical it is along with any interpretations that suit it. Also, my headcanons.
JD112: Yep, pretty much. Some not all.
TLHfanficReader21: I know you're going to enjoy this chapter. That's totally valid.
Mr. Haziq: That's something I always had in mind. Hopefully, I could get an artist or something, so I can have these moments/images. A good number of fan art has Chandler as gay or femboy. All the shit that happens in the Loud house. That's pretty low on the bar.
Calebageizhan: It's on my profile, but we have a while before Tabby & Taylor. Also, thanks for your help with Cristina's chapter.
Lisa returned from her outing with her extreme family, whose numbers boomed in the last few decades. She approached a reinforced steel door with an access pad. The scientist entered a code.
"Access granted. Welcome, Dr. Loud," An automatic voice spoke, opening its sturdy doors for her. She entered and made her path down the hallway. There Lisa opened a private room filled with advanced and monstrously expensive lab equipment and the other items. The Ph.D. holder can sell some of these items and pay for everyone's college tuition and still have money left to give the faculty a bonus. Lisa sat down in front of a Dell computer and typed in a password. It was accepted. She rolled her chair back as the monitor sank into the desk. Trails of neon green spread throughout the area. A massive screen appeared in front of her showing countless other realities. She smiled as she selected one. It started to play as Lisa took out one of Lincoln's famous sandwiches.
This weekend morning at the Oceanside Resort, the sun rose an exquisite luxury six-star resort hotel in California. Streaks of daylight slid through the blinds of a grandiose presidential suite where a loving married couple cuddled in their sleep. Mollie's closed eyes twitched in annoyance. She slowly opened her eyes then rubbed them before her lips curved upwards at the man whose arms are snugly wrapped around her and lightly snoring in her ears on their luxury king-sized bed. Mollie slipped out of his grip and turned to face her dorky husband. Her eyes trace his handsome sleeping face with a subtle stubble on his chin and a simple wedding band on his hand. They've been married for almost twenty years with three beautiful kids. Both had successful careers and fulfilling lives together.
Along with the hotel, the room had a dense price tag, but it didn't matter to them. They can easily afford it, plus it was their bi-yearly week-long vacation. She smiled before giving him a kiss on the lips. It stirred him up. Mollie was slowly granted by shimmering sapphires specially ordered for her. "Morning, undies," She giggled. Lincoln rolled his eyes at her nickname for him. She'll never let go of the time he and his friends had an embarrassing moment at Girl Jordan's pool. Those photos are still on her phone to this day.
"Morning, babe," Lincoln replied with a tired smile. Mollie went in for another taste of those buttery lips of his. He placed a finger on her lips, stopping her. What's the problem? Don't you want a kiss from your loving, luscious, and loyal wife? "You have some serious morning breath right now," He groaned. Mollie drew her hand to her face and huffed on it, and cringed at the smell. She should've taken his advice and not had that seafood special last night. But did she listen to him? Nope. That stubborn, competitive streak held strong within her after all of these years.
"Fine, I'll go brush my teeth," Mollie groaned as she got up from the warm and comfy bed. She wore a simple beige top and black booty shorts. Her shoulder-length brown hair is a total mess right now. Lincoln liked what he saw as he watched her go to the bathroom. Years of swimming and cannonballs did wonders on her hourglass figure. It kept her lithe mature body tight and youthful, especially her ass. Mollie's rear was cute, with enough meat for him to grab. She wasn't a big booty cutie like some of their former classmates, but he didn't give a fuck. It was hers, and he loves it. Mollie pulled her shorts down a bit, revealing both halves of her cheeks, giving the left a smack. The flesh jiggled to his enjoyment. She smiled, opening the bathroom door. Yep, still got it.
Mollie came back a few minutes later with minty fresh breath. She licked her lips, knowing that her husband wanted a taste. Now, where is he? The scribbling of pencil on paper answered her question. She frowned, seeing him at a desk working with an open Ace Savvy bag near it. Mollie loved and hated that aspect of him. Lincoln has been a diligent worker ever since they were kids. Those plans of his were no simple task that anyone could do. However, they're on vacation. Absolutely no work is allowed. Those were the rules. Time for punishment. Mollie's bare feet stomped across the soft carpeted floor until she was behind him with folded arms. Several papers with drawings of dialogue and action scenes littered the desk.
"Okay, so how will I do this next issue" Lincoln mumbled to himself, viewing his freshly drawn panel. He tapped his pencil lightly against his lips. Lincoln needed to get a headstart on this comic. Then he needs to figure out how to adapt the upcoming animated series. Creative liberty is a fantastic concept allowing creators to add their own ideas. However, Lincoln needs to ensure that the producers and/or the directors don't ruin the characters. Also, he needs to reschedule that meeting with-.
"Ahem," Mollie cleared her throat behind him, startling him and interrupting his thoughts. "Lincoln, what are you doing?" She leaned in behind him and whispered into his ear in a stern tone.
"Ummmmmm, stuff," Lincoln replied as light sweat formed on his face. Yep, she's mad at him.
"Work stuff," Mollie declared, forcefully turned the chair around, making him face her. She had a stern expression with her back straight and arms still folded. He gulped with his pencil still in his hand. Mollie is in CEO mode right now. She lifted his chin with her index finger shifting his face into a more docile look. "We're not allowed to work during our days off, especially you," She stated, remembering the days they worked themselves to exhaustion. Even more so, Lincoln took care of the domestic duties. Living with ten sisters didn't help him with finding much free time himself.
"But" Lincoln submissively attempted to defend himself. Mollie slammed her hands on the arms of the chair. His throat tightened with a burning face as she got in closer.
"But nothing," Mollie ordered. Her freshly brushed mouth was mere inches away from his. She softened her expression as he averted his eyes. "You already worked hard enough. Your comics did wonderfully as always. You deserve a break, okay" Mollie smiled, trying to convince her husband. His adaptation of Ace Savvy has been increasing in popularity with several movies, cartoons, and video games. There's no need to rush. Lincoln grumbled. Mollie bit her lower lip. Looks like he still needs some convincing. "Are you really going to disobey your mistress?" She whispered sweetly in a breathy voice into his ear, daring him.
"N-no, Miss Mollie," He answered like an obedient servant to his master. His body shivered as her breath brushed his ear. She giggled at his reaction.
"Good boy," Mollie smirked as he went further into his seat, bowing his head ever so slightly. God, he is so deliciously adorkable right now. And he's all hers. "Now." She stared into his submissive eyes, ready to obey her. "Drop the pencil" It fell onto the carpet, barely making a sound. "Good boy," Mollie congratulated at his action. His eyes were still focused on her. Mollie stepped back and laid against the headboard of the bed supported by an array of pillows. She placed her smooth legs on top of each other crossing her ankles. Mollie grabbed the remote and padded a spot on the bed. "Now, come watch Tv with me" Lincoln got up, getting in front of the bed. "But first," She ordered, stopping him with half-lidded eyes. "Undies, now," Mollie demanded, pointing at him. It's time for his punishment.
"Yes, mistress," Lincoln spoke softly, starting to take his orange shirt off.
"Slowly," Mollie replied, wanting to savor this show. He did what he was told like the good boy he was. Lincoln tanzilingly removed his shirt, revealing his toned stomach and the V-line of his pelvis. Damn, those years at the gym made him a tasty treat. His body wasn't chiseled as seen in the movies, but it's fit and practical, and he still has that glorious outline on his abs. She gazed at him in earnest as he removed those annoying blue shorts. He stood straight with his arms folded behind his back like a soldier at the foot of the bed. Mollie bit her lip as her eyes darted down. She loved what she saw. A lovely and devoted husband still cannot look in her eyes sometimes with that submissive blush on his face. He's wearing those skin-tight orange breathable underwear she got him for his birthday. By skin-tight, she means skin tight. It hugged his firm thighs and waist, but that wasn't the best part. She sensually licked her soft lips at the sight of his cock barely contained in his boxers. Her eyes traced its outstanding outline as it strained against the orange fabric. "Good boy," Mollie hummed at how well he followed her instructions. She padded on the spot next to her turning on their flat-screen television. "Come on, I'll let you pick this time," Mollie smirked as he rolled his crawling on the bed. Lincoln adjusted himself as he got beside her. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder as she drew herself into the inside of his shoulder, gliding a hand up and down his chest in a smooth motion. Both had a tiny grin on their face enjoying the other's presence. Lincoln kissed her forehead. She squeaked at the action.
"I love you, Mollie," Lincoln smiled at his wife. Her face lit up. You would think that being together for 20 years. Those words would be typical but nope.
"Shut up and watch the movie, Undies," Mollie grumbled poorly, attempting to hide her smile. He chuckled even though she just slid her hand down his underpants, caressing his freshly shaven balls. The couple had the same thought.
"How did I get so lucky."
Flashback to Royal Woods Elementary School
Mollie arrived at her school that morning. She checked her bag one last time before saying goodbye to her mother. Yep, the job application is still there fresh from their home printer. Her footsteps made tiny echoes as she walked down the hallways. Mollie found her destination. The art room. Even better, the person she was looking for is right there drawing at a desk. Mollie unzipped her bag, taking out a plain beige portfolio with an IT job application securely contained in it. She took a deep breath to calm herself for what she's about to do. Just go to him and give him the job application for his dad and go to class with him before the bell rings. Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy while living greasy and cheesy. Ew, no, wait, that sounds kinda gross.
Mollie shook her head. It's now or never, and never wasn't even an option. She quietly opens the classroom door, trying not to disturb him, peeking her head out. His eyes were focused on whatever he was drawing at the moment, probably another comic or doodles. Yet holds a tinge of worry and vulnerability. He was the man with the plan. However, now he doesn't have a plan. Not for a parent being fired or laid off with 10 siblings to account for. It wasn't going to be easy. Mollie closed the door behind her. "Hey, Lincoln," She called out to him in her usual smug tone with the portfolio behind her back. Just act natural. She told herself.
"Oh morning, Mollie," Lincoln replied in a dry tone looking up to greet her before focusing on his doodles. Yep, he's exhausted. Those bags under his eyes were a lot heavier than usual. It's go time. She can't go back now.
"So...I saw your dad working at Aloha Comrade," Mollie whispered, taking a few steps forward. Lincoln paused at her sentence. He resumed his drawing. His pencil goes slower across the paper.
"Oh," Lincoln mumbled, not looking Mollie in her eyes. He continued making lines and shapes as Mollie grabbed a seat and sat down next to him, observing his blank expression.
"Here," Mollie handed him the portfolio, sliding it over to him. Lincoln stopped his drawing with a confused look. What is she giving him? He picked it up and opened it to view its contents. It's a job application for … IT support. His eyes widened at the paper. Is this really happening?
"Mollie," Lincoln stammered at her with slightly watery eyes. Mollie was busy checking her nails
"Yeah, my mom's workplace IT department got expanded. They're looking for some new applican-" Mollie explained when Lincoln suddenly embraced her, stopping her sentence. It was a welcomed surprise.
"Thank you," Lincoln said softly in a grateful tone. Mollie recuperated the hug with a smile.
"Anytime, Lincoln," Mollie replied. The art teacher, a youthful-looking blond woman, entered the room. Lincoln and Mollie were ignorant of her presence. She took a quick photo of the two and sent it to the faculty group. Ten dollars on these two in the betting pool. Ms. Lauren glanced at the wall clock. School is about to start soon.
"Excuse me" Her voice alarmed the pair. She cracked a grin seeing separate in a panic. "You two better get class. The bell is about to ring" They both checked their watches and immediately scrambled to get their stuff ready. She's right. Both of them need to go. NOW!
"Later, Ms. Lauren,'' The fifth graders said their goodbyes exiting the art room. She kept her smile as they walked out but couldn't help to notice that Lincoln's smile became a bit brighter. Both were smiling. Lincoln's smile was filled with relief and gratitude, while Mollie's widened with success and confidence.
"Hello, Cheryl" Ms. Lauren took out her phone. "I'm bumping LincolnxMollie, to twenty dollars right now," She replied in earnest.
Students were chatting amongst themselves in the cafeteria, enjoying their lunch. Lincoln and his friends were conversing at their table while Mollie and her friends were at their own. His mood has definitely improved since this morning.
"You did what?" Mollie's friends exclaimed at her statement. Girl Jordan, Cookie, Jenny, Cristina, and Haiku had to keep quiet; otherwise, people will stare at them weird,
"I got his dad a job application," Mollie simply stated as it was no big deal for her. They were astonishedly impressed at her action. What" The girls were drilling holes with their gazes.
"Why, though?" Girl Jordan asked. Getting someone a job that quickly? That couldn't have been easy.
Mollie shrugged."He's a friend," She replied, pretending to be ignorant of the real reason. "Plus, I can't beat his cannonball record. He's going to be helping his family delivering newspapers super early in the mornings" Mollie gave her justification. The girls smirked, knowing the valid reason she's helping him. She narrowed her suspicious eyes at their sly smirks. "What?" Mollie dreaded their answer.
"You liked him," Girl Jordan teased her friend. Beads of sweat formed on her blushing face with dinner plates for eyes. Mollie opened her mouth to defend her claim. "Don't lie,'' She kept her smile. That kept Mollie's mouth shut. "We all know," Cookie and Jenny nodded in agreement. Mollie's eyes darted to Lincoln's table. There he was with that lovely smile of his. She gave a tiny grin of her own too. Mollie felt their mischievous stares.
"Regardless of her reasoning," Haiku said as her eyes focused on Lincoln happily talking to his friends. "You made his aura much brighter today" Mollie rolled her eyes, maintaining her smile.
"I guess you're right," Mollie let out a chuckle. "He better owe me lunch after this" The girls resumed their conversation during the lunch period. Mollie and Lincoln exchange glances without the other's knowledge. Furthermore, Lincoln ever so slightly new feelings for his cannonball rival. But it was probably just feelings of gratitude, right? No way that he developed a crush on Mollie. Right? Sorry to burst your bubble, bunny boy. It's going to happen.
Several weeks passed as Lynn Sr submitted his application. Fortune favored him, landing him an interview. Everyone pitched in, especially Lincoln using his planning and persuading skills to craft several graphs and presentations for Ms. Frelich. She was impressed with what Lincoln brought forward in her sixth-floor office with a great view of the city. Well, she already planned to hire his father anyways, but Lincoln sweetened the deal. Now she sees why her daughter spoke so highly of him. He's a good kid. The business executive smiled behind her desk as they finished their presentation. Both stood with their back straight despite their racing heartbeats.
"Impressive resume with credible references along with a compelling argument," She listed off going through his portfolio. "Welcome aboard, Mr. Loud. I'll see you in the next two weeks" She got up to shake his hand. The adults engaged in a firm handshake sealing the deal.
"Thank you, ma'am," Lynn Sr. replied in relief while Lincoln cleaned up. Ms. Frelich's eyes surveyed the young loud as it's her first time actually seeing him in person. He fitted Mollie's description. White hair, a chipped tooth, usually wearing orange. She's right. He does look like a bunny. Kinda cute too. Also intelligent, compassionate, and responsible.
"You're Lincoln Loud, I presume," Ms. Frelich asked him. "Mollie told me about you" She placed a finger under her chin. "Bunny boy?" He rolled his eyes at the nickname as he shook her hand as well. Respectful too.
"Yep, that sounds like her," Lincoln responded in a blank tone. Great. Now the adults are calling him Bunny Boy. Fantastic. "Anything about beating a cannonball record" She chuckled.
"She mentioned that a lot," Ms. Frelich clarified. "We would see each other more often with this new development" They stopped their handshake. The group went outside her office into the pristine sky blue hallway. Mollie waited for them to finish sitting in a wooden chair with navy cushions as she scrolled through her phone.
"Well, how did it go?" Mollie probed, looking up from her Samsung. Lincoln, his father, and her mother were outside. So what's the verdict? She got up. Mollie got her answer when Lincoln swiftly hugged her, taking her off of her feet. "Woah, Woah Woah," She said in surprise. Mollie placed her hands on his shoulders, attempting to keep herself steady. When did he get so strong? Oh right, the gym. "I'll take that as a yes," She smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck. The adults had their own sly grins at this interaction.
"Yes, Mr. Loud will be working at Michigan's Migrants," Ms. Frelich replied. Mollie's eyes widened and brightened at the news. She whooped in excitement, tightening her arms around Lincoln.
"Told ya so," Mollie bragged to Lincoln, maintaining their embrace. Ms. Frelich cleared her throat to gain their attention.
"Um, son, do you two need to be alone or something because we can go" Lynn Sr. smirked at the pair. Mollie and Lincoln soon became aware of their situation. The two were in a lover's embrace. They scrambled to release themselves with pink faces, unable to look at the other in the eyes. Lynn Sr. walked to Lincoln's side, putting a hand on his head. "I'm sure my son already said this but thank you. Is there any way we can repay you" He chimed in.
"Repay me, huh" Mollie repeated the statement rubbing her chin. Lincoln didn't like the way she was looking at him. It reminded him of Lola when she had dirt on one of their siblings. Hopefully, it was more like Lori making them do things for her in exchange for rides. Wait! That's not good either. He gulped. "How about some of that lasagna Lincoln brought for lunch the other day," Mollie suggested. Oh. That's surprisingly reasonable and not what he expected at all.
"Oh, that should be no problem at all. How about you two come over for dinner? It'll be hot and ready when you two arrive" Lynn agreed to the idea. Ms. Frelich was all for it. A meal for this celebration.
"However…" Mollie continued with a mischievous grin with barely noticeable pink cheeks. She pointed at Lincoln. "You have to wear a suit and call me Ms. Mollie," Mollie finished her demands. "What?"Lincoln had an empty look on his face. He can understand the suit but calling her Ms. Mollie is somewhat excessive.
"You heard me," Mollie replied, folding her arms. Lincoln was about to argue when his father interrupted him.
"Son, take it from me," Lynn Sr. whispered in his ear, putting a hand on his shoulder. Lincoln listened. "When you lived and married as long as me. Sometimes you have to take one for the team" Lincoln sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Fine," Lincoln admitted. Mollie stepped up to him, leaning forward cupping one of her ears.
"Yes, what?" Mollie teased with a smirk. Oh god, she's really doing this. "I'm waiting," She giggled at his flustered face.
"Fine, Ms. Mollie," Lincoln grumbled in reluctance. He had to cover his face. Lynn Sr. padded his son on the back in support. Man, he thought Lola and Lori enjoyed role-playing. That sent a tiny shiver throughout her body, letting out a delightful groan with a joyful smirk.
"Okay, enough of that," Ms. Frelich called out, seeing the time. It's almost time to clock out. "We'll see you two later. Also, Lincoln" His eyes focused on the mature woman. "You're not allowed to do her homework. You can help her but not do it for her" Lincoln wiped his forehead and sighed in relief.
"Dang it," Mollie grumbled to herself. There goes free homework. Oh well. Lincoln is one of the most intelligent kids in class. His assistance would be greatly appreciated. Her mother gestured to one of the elevators. "See you later, Loud," Mollie purred, gliding one of her smooth, slender fingers across his face and chin to move his head in her direction as she walked by him. He remained fixated on her until she and her mother entered the elevator. Mollie gave him a flirty wink as the doors shut. His face grew warm at the action.
"You okay there, son" Lynn Sr waved his hand over Lincoln's face to gain his attention. "Lincoln, Lincoln, LINCOLN!" He snapped his fingers several times before clapping his hands together. Man, that stung.
"Huh, um oh yes, I'm fine...just uh yeah," Lincoln stammered upon reentering the world of the living. New emotions and feelings were brewing inside him. It's probably just nerves. "We should...get home" His father nodded. It's time to celebrate. They went to find another elevator. "Um, dad. Can I ask you something" He timidly asked.
"Sure, son," Lynn Sr replied, waiting for the elevator as it beeped for each ascending floor.
"I feel weird," Lincoln admitted. His father's eyes widened to dinner plates. Oh no. Lincoln is developing those types of feelings. Will he need to get the puppets? "This is really new for me, and did you experience this before" The elevator arrived and opened for them.
"It happens, son," Lynn Sr. answered, pressing the ground floor button. It rumbled as it started to descend.
"Does it get easier?" Lincoln wondered, looking at his father. Lynn Sr. whistled a tune avoiding eye contact with his son. Lincoln widened his eyes. "Dad, does it get easier?" His father started to sweat.
"With the right woman, yes," His father answered. He sighed in relief but something popped in his head. Wait a minute. Lincoln thought to himself. Oh no. He's eleven years old. What are the chances that Mollie Frelich is the love of his life? Pretty fucking high, my dude, since she won the poll in the second round. "Otherwise, buckle up," He added. Lincoln gulped. At least Mollie is having a better time than him.
She wasn't having a better time than him. Mollie was currently screaming her lungs out in her mother's car. Luckily she had a pillow to yell into to muffle the noise as they waited in the parking lot. Her mother gazed at her daughter with an amused expression. "Are you done, sweetie?" Mollie handed her back the purple pillow. Now covering her blushing face with her hands.
"Why did I do that? Why did I do that? Why did I do that? Why did I do that? Why did I do that? Why did I do that?" Mollie muttered rapidly, leaning on the dashboard. Her mother put on her seatbelt.
"Because you like him," Her mother teased. Mollie snapped her head in her mother's direction in alarm.
"Wait-what no, I don't. I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, mom," Mollie desperately claimed. Her blush spread down to her neck. Yep, she's not buying it. "Yeah, Lincoln is cute, funny, really smart," She listened to Mollie's little tirade on how she 'doesn't' like Lincoln Loud. "Gorgeous eyes, dependable, and good god those lips of his," Mollie finally finished. She chugged the entire contents of her water bottle in an attempt to cool herself down. Mollie fanned herself, putting on her seatbelt. "So yeah, I don't know what you mean," She answered, calming herself down. Her mother continued to stare at her with her manicured hands on the steering wheel. "Oh god, I like him" Her rant replayed in her mind smacking her in the face.
"Pretty much, yeah," Ms. Frelich answered, putting the car in drive. "Super hard like jeez," Mollie groaned, resting on her head against the passenger-side airbag. At least she's getting some excellent lasagna out of this.
It's back to the lunchroom once again. Lincoln was with his crew at their table, and Mollie was with the girls. Also, Stella finally made her appearance in the weeks between. She had to get away from Lincoln and his friends. Clyde, Liam, Rusty, and Zach were being banana brains towards her. Once again, Lincoln had functioning brain cells.
"You're not going to eat anything," Girl Jordan acknowledged the empty space in front of Mollie.
"I'm saving my appetite for later tonight," Mollie answered in a chipper tone while taking a sip of her water bottle. "Lincoln is inviting mom and me for dinner."
"Oh, is he your boyfriend or something?" Stella probed. It would explain why his brain wasn't on stupid when she introduced herself. Her question made Mollie's water go down the wrong pipe, making her cough. Girl Jordan padded her back to eject any remaining liquid. "So is that a yes or…." The new girl wanted to know. Mollie regained her composure, giving Girl Jordan a thumbs up.
"No...I just helped his dad find a job, and he's returning the favor," Mollie clarified with pinked cheeks. Oh, that sounds simple enough. "With a few conditions," She muttered to herself.
"Mollie," Haiku interjected in a disapproving tone. "You better not be exploiting his kindness for some personal gain" The rest of the table gave her judgemental stares like she's on trial for a heinous crime.
"Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah," Mollie shot off, waving her hands in front of her. "I'm not doing that. I'm just um" Mollie pausing, trying to figure out how to articulate her following sentence.
"You're just what," Cookie interrogated. Mollie's cheeks glowed brighter.
"I'm making him wear a suit and call me Ms. Mollie," She admitted. The girls stared at her, then at Lincoln. Back to her, then back to Lincoln. The group blanked gazed at each other.
"You're making him wear a suit," Cristina repeated her answer.
"And you're making him call you Ms. Mollie," Jenny added.
"And you're making him do this because..." Stella queried, rotated her wrist, gesturing her hand towards Mollie.
"Reasons," Mollie declared, looking at Lincoln's back.
"You mean the reasons that you like him," Girl Jordan whispered loud enough for her to hear. Mollie covered Girl Jordan's mouth as her face flared up. She glanced at Lincoln's table. He didn't listen to her. Thank goodness. The bell rang, interrupting Mollie before she could yell at her smirking best friend.
"Saved by the bell," Mollie grumbled as Girl Jordan hummed to herself. She took a quick glance at Lincoln as they started to pack up. Maybe she needs to freshen up for their dinner date. Her eyes widened. No, wait, it's not a date...right?
The time has come for dinner as the Frelich's arrived at the Loud House. It took forever for Mollie to get ready. Her daughter claimed that she wanted to make a good impression since this is the first time she's meeting his entire family. Ms. Frelich can't get over that he has eleven siblings. Mollie was fretting in her car seat. "Mollie, relax. We're only going for dinner" Seriously, Mollie spent so much preparing herself like it's a date meeting her boyfriend's family for the first time. Her eyes scanned the street in search of the Loud House. "This is the house, right?" She pointed her index finger.
"Yeah, that's it," Mollie replied as their car parked in the driveway. "It's surprisingly quiet today" Not a single sound came from the house. It's somewhat unnerving, to say the least. It's called the Loud House for a reason. They stepped onto the pouch. Ms. Frelich was about to ring the doorbell. "Mom, wait, don't," Her mother yelped in alarm and stinging pain. "Ring the doorbell," Mollie stated as her mother nursed her finger. The door opened, revealing a young blonde girl wearing a lovely pink dress and a silver tiara.
"Mollie, come in, come in," Lola greeted them with a smile, opening the door for them to enter. "We've been expecting you" They stepped inside, astonished at how spotless the house is. Everything was shiny, as if it was fresh from delivery. "Linky took extra precautions to ensure everything was up to standards" She took out a white glove. "Like so" Lola dragged her finger across the living room table. She showed them. Not a single speck of dust.
"Now I see why they call him the man with the plan," Ms. Frelich whistled impressively at length; he was willing to go for this.
"That he is," Lola smiled. "Oh, my apologies. I haven't properly introduced myself" She stuck out her other hand. "I'm Lola Loud. The ninth daughter. Pleased to meet you, Ms…." Lola introduced herself.
"Veronica Frelich-Emerson," Veronica replied as she took her pink gloved hand. She resembled her daughter with a similar tone and hair but was wrapped in a professional bun. Her attire screamed businesswoman. Sleek black pants with a coat to match wearing a buttoned-up burgundy shirt. Square rimmed glasses and stylish yet comfortable heels. Lola glanced at her smooth hands. No wedding ring. She's not going to dive into that. It must be a sensitive topic. "Mind if I hang my coat?" She asked. Lola nodded, gesturing towards the coat rack near the door.
"If you would follow me. We're about to get started," Lola chimed as they followed her into the dining room. Several of the sisters were setting up the table. A card that says VIP can be found.
"VIP?" Mollie read off the card with her name on it.
"Lincoln hand-made them himself," Lola boasted to her guests. Veronica examined the card. A good size with a legible font along with excellent yet straightforward designs.
"Maybe I should hire him for our design teams," Veronica brought forward.
"Art is his special talent among our family," Lola explained. "In a family as big as ours. Each of us has a gimmick or trait that makes us stand out. For instance, I'm the princess while my twin Lana is my opposite" She gestured towards the kitchen where Lana and Lynn were acting as security. They padded down Lisa before allowing her into the kitchen. Lola went down her list of siblings for Veronica and Mollie. It must not be easy for the parents to accommodate all of those hobbies. "Enough of that. Please have a seat" The two were about to sit down. "Hold it!" She demanded, marching towards the seats. Lola found two whoopie cushions.
"Luan?" Mollie commented. More members of the family entered the area.
"Luan," Lola confirmed. She'll deal with her later. They literally had a sibling meeting about this. "Lincoln is with Leni, so he'll be down shortly," Mollie gulped. He'll be here shortly.
"Relax, Mollie, it's just dinner," Veronica console, taking a sip of lemon water that was provided to them.
"You're right. It's just dinner," Mollie smirked as the table filled up. Lincoln was the only one left as his father was still in the kitchen. "Not crazy. Like what? Lincoln is going...to….surprise me" Mollie looked off to the side. "Bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah" Veronica wondered what happened to her daughter. She adjusted her glasses to glance at what Mollie was looking at. Oh, that's why. Lincoln stood in the doorway in a fitted black suit with matching shoes. He fixed his orange bowtie. His combed white hair shined with gel. It was complete with a sleek pair of glasses. Since when did he wear glasses? It must be for aesthetics. She'll admit that he looks rather dashing.
"Welcome, Ms. Frelich and Miss Mollie," Lincoln greeted them in a sophisticated tone, even giving a bow.
"Thank you for having us," Veronica replied. "Right, Mollie" Unfortunately, was unresponsive at the moment. Oh no, she's drooling a bit. She waved her hand in her daughter's face. Yep, she's gone.
"Allow me," Lisa offered. She tapped her watch. A cartoonish white-glove sprung from the device. It closed and wiped her mouth before giving Mollie a sharp smack on the face.
"Thank you" Mollie rubbed her stinging cheek. "You um look great," She replied as her eyes scanned his superb form.
"You look lovely as well," Lincoln replied, making her squeak in alarm.
"I trained him well, didn't I?" Lola whispered in her ears as she walked by. "You can borrow him with my permission," She offered. Lincoln took his seat next to Mollie. Veronica teasingly nudged her with an elbow.
"Hope you're hungry because dinner is served" Lynn Sr. entered with a large pan of his expert lasagna. The savory aroma graced the nostril. Several types of meat and cheeses begging to be tasted for their enjoyment. Lynn Sr. used his spatula to cut a slice for Veronica. She watched as the cheese stretched then snapped before being placed on her plate. It was layered perfectly. Juices and sauces with pieces of meat spread as she put her fork on top of it. Soft and gooey as some of the top layers of cheese are stuck on it. Veronica's eyes widened as she raised them. A long thin strand of molted delicious remained connected even as she lifted it above her head. Oh, he got the real good cheese. She grabbed her fork and cut a piece. It's the moment of truth as she blew on it. The lasagna entered her mouth. Her eyes shot out of her skull. THIS! IS! DELICIOUS!
The soft pasta provided a solid foundation for the meats, sauce, and cheese. Chewy yet noticeable enough to acknowledge its presence. Several types of cheeses kept it together. Mozzarella to keep it classic. Cheddar for its stringy and gooey texture. Parmesan for its bold flavor. Good god, what sauce did he use? Smooth and savory with a hint of herbs. She had to know where he bought it? Lynn Sr. didn't go heavy on the meat. Each piece had a shot of quality scrumptiousness for each bite she took. Everyone melded together. Neither overtook the other. Harmony. She moaned in satisfaction, wanting more, not caring that she burned her tongue a bit. Klink! Veronica grunted in frustration. Where's the rest of it?! She took another look at her plate. Oh...she devoured her piece.
"Pretty good, right?" Mollie boasted to her mother, who cleaned her plate. Everyone was staring at her with a grin.
"Yes, it was," Veronica replied with rosy cheeks. She held up her plate. "Seconds, please"
"Coming right up" Lynn Sr gave her another piece before the rest of the family. The Frelich's were served fresh blood orange iced tea.
"Cheers," They clicked their glasses in a toast before drinking it. Veronica unleashed a thunderous burp. "Excuse me" She covered her mouth.
"Oh, nice one," Lynn Jr. congratulated on the noise. She gave Lana a fist bump. The pan was clean, with a few traces of yummy residue left. The guests padded their stuffed stomachs in satisfaction.
"Mr. Loud, that was incredible." Veronica complimented the wonderful meal she just had. "What did you use to get that flavor and texture?" She has to know where he learned how to do that.
"It's a Loud family recipe, and I get my ingredients from the farmer's markets or make them myself," Lynn Sr. explained. This was homemade?! He better start a restaurant in the future. She'll even give him a loan to get him started. "But I shouldn't get all of the credit," He continued. Veronica raised an eyebrow. Was it a family effort then? Lynn patted Lincoln's shoulder. "This is the genius you should thank" Lincoln blushed at the praise. "He spent the last few days trying to perfect it."
"Dad, please," Lincoln pleaded. Now Mollie is looking at him weirdly.
"Awwwww for little ole me," Mollie cooed in a sing-song, resting her hands under her chin, smirking enthusiastically.
"I didn't take that long" Lincoln attempted to brush off their efforts. "She was a guest, so I had to put my best foot forward."
"Rrrrrrriiiiiiggggggggghhhhhhhhht," Luna dragged on with a grin. "Then why did you ban us from the kitchen yelling at us to get out when you were cooking like an angry Gordon Ramsey?" His face turned pink. "You were really trying to impress this chick, aren't ya, Linc?"She gestured to Mollie, who also had bright cheeks. He coughed to clear his throat as he pushed up his glasses.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Lincoln lied through his chipped teeth."I'm simply showing my appreciation."
"Mmmmmhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmm," His family taunted him, even the pets. Lincoln rolled his eyes.
"So, who wants dessert?" Lynn Sr. suggested, clapping his hands together. Everyone raised their hands. The men went back into the kitchen. Mollie felt a series of inquisitive stares on her body as she texted Girl Jordan.
"What?" Mollie wondered why everyone was staring at her. What's with their scheming smiles on their faces? "Is there something on my face"
"Oh nothing," Luan alluded, rolling her eyes in an upbeat tone. Mollie didn't trust that smile.
"We just want to know the story between you and Lincoln," Leni probed. Alarms went off in Mollie's brain. Was this the meddling Lincoln always complained about?
"I would like to know too, Mollie," Veronica replied, feeling intrigued about this situation. "My mother's intuition believes this goes beyond simple friendship."
"Guys, chill. There's nothing secretive going on between Bunny boy and me," Mollie defended. They don't believe her but go on. "Friends help each other. That's what we do."
"So what's with the suit and the Ms. Mollie thing," Lori brought up. Crap, he probably told them.
"I can't have a little fun?" Mollie declared, plus he looks marvelous in a suit. "But Lincoln is a cool guy," She answered in a quiet voice with a slight smile on her gently blushing face. That's what they were looking for. Lincoln and Lynn Sr. returned with silver containers in their hands.
"For tonight's dessert. We have chocolate cake," Lynn Sr announced, revealing a simple yet elegant chocolate cake with strawberry frosting. Their mouths watered the sight. He started to give out pieces to the table.
"I see why you married him," Veronica assumed to Rita, gaining her slice of chocolate cake. She won't mind having multiple kids if she can eat like this every day.
"That's one of the reasons," Rita smirked, eying her husband. "Lincoln gained his culinary skills."
"He would make a great husband for some lucky girl," Veronica hinted, tapping her foot against Mollie. Lincoln and Mollie shyly looked away from each other as he handed her a slice. "So what's in the other container" Lincoln brought it towards the Frelichs.
"A gift," Lincoln stated. He lifted the covering.
"Is….that?" Mollie asked shakingly. Lincoln nodded with a smile.
"Chocolate lava cake," Lincoln declared. There were several of them in varying sizes and decorations. Plain. Topped with a thin coat of grated sugar. A tiny dollop of whip cream. One of them even had raspberries on it.
"Loud, I swear you're trying to get us fat," Veronica drooled at the gift. "But I don't care" She took one of the cakes with the sugar topping. Chocolate sauce oozed out when her fork got a piece. "Oh yeah, that's the good stuff," Veronica whispered before taking a bite.
"So this is the project you were working on" Lisa examined the gift her brother created. "Given our family's affinity towards chocolate. I understand why you kept us from it," She concluded, enjoying her cake slice. Mollie played with her cake for a bit. He made this specifically for her? Huh. Hell, Lincoln probably didn't get a chance to taste it. His sisters have a voracious appetite for chocolate. They ate an entire stash of chocolate that he and Clyde were going to use for their pies. That resulted in the Girl Guru incident.
"Lincoln," Mollie called out to him as he was retrieving the empty plates at the table. He paused, giving her his attention. She took a piece of her cake with her fork and presented it to him. "A chef must always taste his dish," Mollie announced. Lincoln shyly glanced at his father. He took the pile of dishes from him. Lincoln stepped towards her and took the offering. "Good?" She raised an eyebrow as he chewed. He nodded.
"You got something right there" Lincoln took a napkin and wiped her face. She had a tomato sauce mark on her cheek. Both children's faces were stained in pink.
"Do you two dudes need to be alone?" Luna considered upon viewing their moment. They didn't say anything. Veronica glanced at her watch. It's getting late as the sun began to set behind her.
"Thank you for the wonderful meal, Mr. Loud" Veronica stood taking the cakes with her. "We should get going. It's a school night after all" They started to pack and went to the door. Lincoln followed Mollie out. "Pleasure meeting you all. Hopefully, we can do this again soon" She put on her coat.
"Anytime. Lincoln's friends are always welcome here," Rita replied. Always welcomed? Mollie thought to herself. She rather enjoyed that idea.
"I'll um see you at school tomorrow," Lincoln said softly as his face remained warm. Mollie had a similar expression.
"Uh yeah, same here," Mollie responded. She stepped forward and straightened his suit, brushing off any crumbs. Her hands lingered for a brief moment. "There we go," She said, monitoring her handiwork. Lincoln muttered a quick thank you. "You're welcome," Mollie replied softly. The two stood there with Lincoln rubbing his neck, and Mollie quietly tapped her foot. Mollie rubbed her bottom lip with two of her fingers then pressed them against Lincoln's. Several gasps were heard from his sisters. Lincoln blushed loudly with widened eyes. "A little reward for being a good host. Later, Lincoln," Mollie stuttered, pushing his lips tilting his head back a bit. They closed the door behind. The two sat in the car in silence. Three. Two. One. Powerful jets of steam came from Mollie's ears as she slammed her forehead into the dashboard. She can't believe she just did that. IN FRONT OF HIS FAMILY OF ALL THINGS! Veronica chuckled as she started the car to drive back home. Those cakes need to go in the fridge.
Lincoln stood in silence, attempting to comprehend what the hell just happened. He gently touched his lips. His tongue brushed his lip. Strawberry. He turned around. Lincoln's skin paled regarding his family. They saw everything with their giddy eyes and bright smiles. Fortunately, they kept their screeches to a minimum. Lincoln strolled to the kitchen to assist his father in washing the dishes. "Hey, dad can we talk, please" His scarlet face made it apparent what he wanted to discuss.
"I knew this day would come sooner or later," Lynn Sr. sighed, pushing the dishes back into the sink. "Honey, get the puppets. It's that time again" Rita nodded, going to their bedroom. "Lisa, get the medical books. Girls, hold him down." He ordered.
"Wait, what" Lincoln yelped when Lynn Jr. tackled him, dragging him to the basement. She placed him in a chair. Lisa carried a THICK textbook about puberty and a projector. Luna & Luna held him in place as Lisa set up. The device activated, showing a simple phrase.
"The birds and the bees' ' A feminine voice started. Lincoln screamed, knowing that he won't be getting any sleep tonight.
The school day dragged on with no end in sight. Everyone wanted the day to be over as they were bored out of their minds. Expect Mollie. She's been in a jubilant mood all morning with a cheery smile on her face.
"Okay, Mollie, what's the deal?" Girl Jordan yawned as they scrolled into the lunchroom. At least they'll get some energy from food and relaxing their brains. Their girl group sat down. "You've been like this all day."
"I have?" Mollie bubbled, wiggling her feet under the table. She took her lunchbox, as did the rest of the table.
"You are glowing right now," Haiku commented at her demeanor. "Has something occurred?" Mollie grinned for a bit. Yep, something happened at the Loud house.
"I had an awesome dinner last night at Lincoln's house. Like I ate so much that I was stuffed like a pig," Mollie recanted the previous night. She licked her lips at that tasty food hoping to taste it again soon. "And Lincoln made this" She revealed one of the chocolate lava cakes.
"He made you that," They exclaimed. Mollie nodded. It looks so gooooooooood.
"Can we have a piece" Girl Jordan stealthy moved her hand toward the dark brown dessert. Mollie smacked her hand. "Ow geez, okay" She rubbed her slightly stinging hand. "All you had to do was say no" Girl Jordan glared and grumbled.
"No," Mollie affirmed, digging her fork into the cake. "This is a Lincoln Loud original made specifically for me." She placed a piece of chocolate deliciousness into her maw. "So I ain't sharing" Mollie doubled down on her statement as she chewed.
"So he took the time and effort to ensure a fancy dinner, wore a suit, and made you a take-home meal," Haiku analyzed. Mollie nodded. "Did you thank him at least?" The goth asked as the brunette's face heated up.
"I did," Mollie muttered. They leaned in closer, wanting to know the story. "I um" She hesitated for a brief moment.
"You what, Mollie? Come on, don't leave us hanging," Girl Jordan demanded. She wanted the details.
"I um kinda sort of kissed him," Mollie whispered. The table gasped at her deed. "But it wasn't a kiss kiss."
"Boooooooooooo," Girl Jordan replied. Just when she thought Mollie finally made a move.
"I rubbed my lips and pushed my fingers against his," Mollie continued. Girl Jordan made her frown apparent to Mollie. "What? Did you expect me to stick my tongue down his throat? In front of my mom and his family?!" Although that does sound rather appealing.
"Perhaps," Girl Jordan replied, leaning back pushing her fingers together. She heard someone yelling. It was Clyde. Why is he running without his glasses? The girls turned their attention to Clyde, Liam, Rusty, and Zach, sprinting towards Stella. But where's Lincoln? They found him standing at the doors, covering his face like a disappointed parent viewing his friends act in such a manner. He removed his hand before shyly waving at Mollie with pink cheeks before finding an empty table. She waved back with a light blush before frowning at her friends.
"Not a single word," Mollie growled at her friends. They all had a teasing smirk and went back to eating their lunches.
"Hey, Lincoln," Mollie called out to him in the hallway. The school day ended, and Lincoln placed books into his locker. He turned to her. She held a container in her hand. "Thanks for that cake. My mom and I loved it," Lincoln took the now clean container from her. Mollie got in closer by putting an arm around his shoulder. His face lit up by the close contact. "Think you can get your dad to make for us" She poked him in the chest with a delightful grin.
"I can put in a good word for you too," Lincoln stammered, remembering the 'kiss' she gave him the other night. "But it'll take a while."
"Good to know," Mollie smiled. Lincoln watched her leave. There's that feeling again. His friends returned from the Nurses office after believing that Stella played mind games on them. Only to be terribly misunderstood. She wanted to be friends.
"Hey, Lincoln, you okay, buddy," Clyde queried his friend. Lincoln stood quiet for a few moments, ignorant of their presence.
"Oh um yeah, I'm okay," Lincoln answered. He's aware that what he was feeling was perfectly natural for his age. Yet, it didn't reassure him. There's nothing with Mollie. It's weird having these feelings for one of his friends. Plus, he didn't want another meddling incident. At least, he won't get a black eye this time.
"You sure?" Liam brought it up. "You've been staring at Mollie all day" They smirked at their white-haired friend."Did something happen between you too" Lincoln's eyes widened.
"I have," Lincoln replied, astonished at this revelation.
"Yeah, it's pretty obvious, dude," Zach chuckled.
"Well, my family invited her over for dinner as thanks for landing my dad a job and her mom's workplace," Lincoln revealed. She got his dad a job. Nice. And he invited them for dinner. Double nice.
"That means you have to be extra nice to her now," Rusty suggested. Extra nice to her? "Dude, I'm just saying. One wrong move, man. It's over," He continued. Even that's probably illegal or something that his family can sue Veronica and Michigan Migrants. Lincoln closed his locker and went downstairs. He knows that it won't happen, but given how chaotic his life can be. It's better to be safe than sorry.
Years of Lola's tea parties trained him well. Mollie enjoyed it at first with him carrying her books, allowing her to go ahead in line during lunch, and protecting her from Girl Jordan's wrath during dodgeball. She shudders. Then it got weird. Not the funny weird. The 'why are you doing this" weird. Yeah, it's fun seeing him act like this and grateful for his help. But it's not satisfying. He's holding back to appease her. That's not why she liked him. Something or someone had to convince him to revert to this nature. She needed to find Clyde. Mollie went to the Home Ec room where he was baking. Clyde was stirring batter in a large silver bowl with a whisk with Cheryl supervising.
"Hey, Clyde. Hey, Cheryl," Mollie greeted, entering the room.
"Howdy, Mollie. Can we help with something?" Cheryl replied in her charming southern accent.
"I wanted to ask Clyde something," Mollie stated to the Southern Belle.
"Sure, honey," Cheryl responded, taking the bowl from Clyde. He stepped to Mollie taking his chef's hat off. She gestured to the hallway. He followed her through the door
"How can I be of assistance?" Clyde remarked.
"I'm going straight to the point. What's up with Lincoln?"Mollie demanded. Clyde raised a brow. "Why is he acting like some servant under a royal who'll execute him at any moment for the slightest misstep?" She had to know. This wasn't like him. Clyde grimaced at her question. He knew the cause.
"Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh about that," Clyde dragged on, looking off to the side. "Rusty suggested that Lincoln be extra-level nice to you so his dad can keep his job at her mom's company," Mollie faceplammed. For some reason, that doesn't surprise her.
"He does it so willingly," Mollie groaned. That's what worried her the most. Clyde rubbed the back of his head.
"Unfortunately, he's used to it," Clyde whispered. Her jaw went slack, with her eyes slowly widened. What do you mean that he's used to it? "That's a drawback of being the middle child and only boy of eleven siblings. Lori and Lola were the worst ones" Mollie's brain rattled for an answer. "Lola can be a" His eyes frantically searched the area for Lola. Okay, he's in the clear. "A brat and Lori's the oldest, so he technically has to listen to her," Clyde continued before wincing. "She even used him as a bench to videochat Bobby when the Santiagos still lived here," Mollie gritted her teeth, growling under her breath.
"SHE DID WHAT?!" Mollie yelled in utter rage. Who the hell does that type of shit?! Using their siblings as a chair? Although that's a fetish, we're not going down that rabbit hole. How entitled do you have to be? Clyde didn't react, knowing that a similar reaction would occur. She took a deep breath to calm herself. "Where is he?" Mollie wanted to find him and set him straight.
"He's in the shop trying to make up a grade for his wood project," Clyde answered. She gave him her thanks and marched towards Lincoln's destination.
Mollie entered the room. Several misshaped wooden items were scattered throughout the area. All failures. She found Lincoln sitting down against a wall covering his face with safety goggles on top of his head. Several soft sniffs reached her ears. Mollie softened her eyes and frowned at the sight of him. It was surreal seeing him so...small...so...disheartened. He always did things with optimism. Even when he fails, he bounces back. This. This wasn't right. Lincoln stayed in his position when she was right in front of him. Remember to be firm but gentle. "Hey," Mollie spoke softly. His body jolted as he quickly rubbed his face before staining a smile.
"Hey, Miss Mollie," Lincoln replied with bloodshot eyes as he stood up. "What can I do for you?" He's covered in sawdust and reeked of wood glue.
"It's just Mollie," She ordered him, raising her hand. He frowned. Did he do something wrong? "You need to stop whatever this is" She motioned her hand up and down regarding his behavior. Lincoln opened his mouth before she put her finger on it, silencing him. "I know why you're doing this" Mollie gripped his shoulders. "But this has to stop," She demanded, hoping that he'll listen at least for a little bit. "This isn't you" He gave her another fake smile attempting to dissuade her.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine," Lincoln muttered. Mollie sneezed into her blazer sleeve.
"Oh, sorry, I'm allergic to bullcrap," Mollie claimed. She looked down at his scraped and bruised hands. He's been working on this wood project for over a week without any breaks. "You're coming with me" She grabbed his callused dust-covered hand. "Don't want to hear it. You are taking a break. I'll help you clean up. Got it?" She fumed, gripping his shirt bringing him up to her eye level as she glaring deep into his eyes
"Yes, ma'am," Lincoln squeaked out. His blue eyes quickly glanced at her lips. She did the same. Both students blushed, looking away. "Let's get started" He dusted himself off while Mollie got a broom as Lincoln placed his attempts into a box. It took them a few minutes. She waited for him at the door holding his bag. He took it from her and put it on his back as she closed the door behind them.
"There you are. We've been looking for you," Lola grumbled at the sight of her brother with the rest of her siblings. "Lori's here" Mollie frowned, not wanting to deal with this right now.
"I'm borrowing him for a while," Mollie declared, resting her elbow on his shoulder. "You'll get him in an hour or two" She strolled past the Loud sister dragging him with her.
"But-" Lola interjected. She flinched as Mollie glared at her with contempt."Um uh"
"I'm borrowing him," Mollie repeated in a dead tone before resuming her pace down the hallway. The sisters gave each other questioning looks before shrugging. Their ride is here. Hopefully, Lori won't yell their ears off again.
Mollie took him to Burping Burger for lunch. She's treating him today, refusing his offer to pay for his half. He's been giving to others for the last eleven years of his life. Mollie doesn't when was the last time he received it, but it's time she added her name to that short list. He hardly said a word as they waited for their order. She watched him sketch in his book. "Order #231 & 232" Their order was called. Lincoln started to move to get their food.
"Ahem," Mollie coughed. He stopped moving and went back to drawing as she went to the counter. This was one of the moments his father and Bobby warned him about. When an assertive woman tells you to do something. You better do it. She placed the trays down. Her tray held nuggets, medium fries with a side of barbeque sauce, and a cherry iced tea. His order contained a double cheese, a small chocolate milkshake, a large order of fries that she insisted on with his own nuggets, and an orange Fanta soda. Her eyes looked over as he took one of his straight fries into his mouth."Wait, didn't you order curly fries?" She re-examined their receipts. He did.
"It's okay, Mollie," Lincoln replied as he started to eat. She had a determined look as she marched to the counter. "Mollie, wait" He followed her.
"Um, excuse me," Mollie asked the cashier with the receipt in her hand. "He ordered curly fries please," She said, putting her hands on her hips as Lincoln was behind her with a shy smile on his face. The cashier grinned at the couple and gave Lincoln his curly fries. They went back to their seats. "Much better" She smiled, seeing him with his order.
"Usually, my sisters do this," Lincoln acknowledged as he chewed on some of his fries.
"Older or younger," Mollie asked, dipping her nuggets into her barbeque sauce.
"Yes," Lincoln stated, sipping his drink. The two chatted for a bit as Mollie asked him about his sisters, like how would you classify them. He hesitantly replied with Nice being Leni, Luna, Lucy, Lana & Lily. Lori, Luan, Lynn, Lola, and Lisa were the mean, but that was superficial as the list can switch depending on the mood. She then asked what he was drawing. Lincoln showed her his sketches. They were simple doodles of card suits, with some being more stylized. Good enough to be logos. Mollie turned the page, and her eyes widened. It was a drawing of her. A rough outline, yes, but that was definitely her. He must have drawn her while they were waiting for their food. She gave him a sly smirk asking him about that drawing of her. His face turned scarlet as he sheepishly explained that he was trying to improve his skills at drawing people and proportions. Mollie accepted his answer, but she wanted that sketch completed. He nodded as they finished their food and disposed of their trash.
"Feel better now, Lincoln," Mollie questioned as they arrived at his house. He does look in better spirits compared to when she found him in the woodshop.
"Yeah...I think so," Lincoln replied softly, giving her a small smile. God, she loved seeing him like this.
"Good. I'll see you tomorrow" Mollie smiled at herself for a good job. She turned around but halted. "But first," Mollie skipped towards him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Consider a reward and a thank you," She whispered into his ears. "Later, Lincoln."Her face is glowing red right now. Lincoln's eyes followed her as she strolled down the street. He entered his home in a daze. His sisters attempted to act naturally while hiding their giddy giggles. They saw the scene but can't let him know, at least not yet.
"Soooooooooooo how was your time with Mollie, Linky" Lola dragged on. Her upbeat tone broke him out of his stupor. Oh no. They all had the same impish look on their faces. "Well, we're waiting."
"It was fine," Lincoln squeaked out in a shaky voice, still feeling her warm lips on his cheek. "I'm just going to be in my room for a while" He sprinted up the stairs.
"Who's up for eavesdropping?" Luan suggested it to the group. Everyone raised their hands. Lincoln scrambled to find his walkie-talkie.
"Clyde. Clyde, do you read me" Lincoln fretted into the device. A chirp of static emerged.
"Read you loud and clear," Clyde replied. He's still in the home ec room making cookies. They're in the oven right now.
"I have a situation, man," Lincoln stammered as his thoughts on Mollie were on a loop. Clyde's face was striated to a knife's edge. It's go-time.
"What happened," Clyde demanded to know. Lincoln recanted his day with Mollie as he paced around his room. Clyde listened intensely before cracking a smile. "What's the problem, my dude? You like her or something?" He teased, looking into the oven. The cookies are almost done.
"No!" Lincoln exclaimed with scarlet cheeks. The silence judged him. He sat down on his chair. "Okay, I like her or at least starting to like her," Lincoln confessed, running his hand through his hair, trying to collect his thoughts. Clyde chuckled to himself. He knew it. "I know I had crushes before, but," He paused. "This is different" Several gasps were heard behind his door.
"Oh," Clyde replied in a deadpan tone. "Oh," He repeated with more energy. His eyes widened to saucers at his confession. "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!" Yep there it is. "Oh man, you caught feelings feelings," Clyde calculated but thought about it for a moment. That would explain a lot, really.
"Yes," Lincoln mumbled, putting his head on the desk. "Like what do I do? I don't want it to be like what happened with Cristina, but it won't be as cringe or embarrassing." Lincoln rattled off to his friend. "It'll be super awkward if she finds out."
"You think she'll clown you if you confess to her" Clyde probed. He stopped his rant.
"No. Mollie isn't like that," Lincoln answered, calming down a bit. She didn't do that Papa Wheelie after the Girl Guru incident.
"Then you have nothing to fear," Clyde smiled, putting on his oven mittens. "Best scenario, she says yes, and if she doesn't have those types of feelings for you. You know where you stand," He advised. "I say wait a bit to see how if it works out."
"Well, she did take me out for lunch and uh kissed me on the cheek," Lincoln confined to Clyde whispering the last part. "But it was to get me out of my servant mode."
"Nice," Clyde smirked, taking his freshly baked cookies. "I'll have to call you back, man. Later"
"Later, man," Lincoln said his farewells and shut off his walkie-talkie. He took out his sketchbook and some pencils. "Now to finish this," Lincoln told himself as his door flung open. All of his sisters except Lily, sleeping in her crib, collapsed on his floor. He blankly stared at their sheepish smiles. "Got out," Lincoln frowned, pointing out the door. They obeyed, leaving him to complete his task.
Lincoln gave his sketch to Mollie as promised. She tightly hugged him in appreciation. Clyde gave him a thumbs-up. Lincoln and Mollie grew closer over the next few months. He even invited her to a magic show when his friends couldn't make it. Now Lincoln had another problem. The Valentine's day dance was this week, and he wanted to ask Mollie. However, after seeing what happened with Clyde in the lunchroom. He wasn't sure if he could do it. Lincoln peeked around the corner. She was at her locker talking to Girl Jordan. He retreated, removing himself from view, putting his back against the wall. "Come on, Lincoln. You've done harder things than this." Lincoln gave himself a pep-talk. "It's super easy just say, 'Hey Mollie do you want to go to the Valentine's day dance with me'" He went over his line. His sisters told him to be direct. Super straightforward. Nothing fancy as it was a yes or no question
"Sure. It took you long enough."
"Yes, that sounds like something she would say. Best case scenario" Lincoln spoke. His eyes widened at the voice. Mollie leaned against the wall with arms folded. She had a smirk on her pink face. "Oh hey, Mollie, um, I was wondering if you would," Lincoln stammered a response at her appearance. She put the finger on his lips.
"My answer is yes. I'll see you at the dance tonight" Mollie smiled, patting his cheek before going back to Girl Jordan. "He asked me out," She squealed in excitement to her friend, who squealed in support.
"We have to get you ready. Let's go," Girl Jordan dragged her. She has a dance with a white rabbit tonight. His sisters had the same idea when he told them the good news. The dress code was casual, but both observed the effort they took in each other's appearance. They had a wonderful time together at the dance.
Spring break couldn't come sooner enough. Two weeks of free time. Bobby Santiago was cleaning the counter at his family's bodega whistling a tune. His phone rang. "Bobby Santiago. How can I help."
"Hey, it's Lincoln," Lincoln replied in a worried tone. He's really doing this right now.
"Hey, little dude. You need me for something" Bobby rested his elbow on the counter. "You sound kinda worried there."
"Yes, so I'm getting straight to the point." Lincoln sighed with a red face. "I need dating advice" Bobby spat his water. "So there's this girl I like and want to make a good impression."
"Shouldn't you ask your sisters on this" Bobby coughed the news. Although he's grateful that Lincoln came to him for help.
"I know, but the last time I got a black eye," Lincoln recalled his moment with Ronnie Anne. "Please, Bobby, I really like this girl," He pleaded to his sister's boyfriend.
"You got it. Big Bro Bobby is here to help, but I'm on call right now, so I'll text you in a few hours" Bobby smiled before hanging up.
"Thanks, Bobby," Lincoln sighed before placing his phone down. "Relax, Lincoln. It's Mollie; just chill out." He told himself when his stomach roared. "Maybe some food can calm me down" He opened his door and found a horde of beaming smiles. "Oh no," Lincoln whispered as he covered his ears. Their brother is planning a date with his crush.
After extensive planning and examining weather conditions and careful texting, an outing in the park was the decided option. Simple, comfortable, affordable, and appropriate for elementary students. Even better, a local fair was going on. Mollie and Lincoln greeted each other with a hug. Their friends came along too, but for moral support and to get the two alone. So far, so good as they ate their meals, rode some rides, and played a few games having a swell time. The two were strolling down a stone pathway. Their hands were open. Both wanted to hold the other's hand but didn't know if the other desired the same as well. The two found a bench and sat down mere inches away from each other. Clyde, Girl Jordan, Lola, and Lynn Sr. were hidden in a bush waiting for the moment. This is so infuriating.
"Come on, just hold her hand already," Lola grumbled at her hesitant brother. "She likes you."
"I know, right. Both like each other." Girl Jordan whispered. There's still distance between them. Like it's right there. "Mollie, just put your hand on top of his. Come on. Get closer," She groaned. Clyde gasped. "What happened, Clyde."
"Guy, guys, guys," Clyde pointed to the scene. Mollie leaned in closer, resting her head on his shoulder. YYYYYYYYEEEEEEESSSSSS! Both were blushing. Come on, give us more. A little more. Mollie took incentive and grasped Lincoln's hand. Lincoln's eyes widened at the action, but he squeezed back. He welcomes it. "Ohmygod, Ohmygod, Ohmygod" He and the girls squealed. It's finally happening. Lynn saw her brother stutter, barely able to form a sentence but stopping entirely, keeping the silence basking in the serene atmosphere. Mollie kept her smile despite wanting to know what he had to say. She'll give him time.
"Oh my god, dude," Lynn Jr. growled, seeing Lincoln losing his spine. She stood up from the bushes. Swings and leaves got stuck in her hair. "JUST TELL HER YOU LIKE HER, YA BIG PUSSY!" She shouted, alarming the two.
"Lynn, you ruined the moment!" Lola yelled as Lynn just shrugged. Girl Jordan and Clyde stood up too.
"You like me," Mollie said quickly. Lincoln gulped before taking a breath. Lola, Lynn, and Clyde gave him looks of support
"Yes, I have for a while now," Lincoln confessed to her. "And I want to take you out for a date sometime if that's okay with you" The group waited for her answer. Mollie snickered. Oh no. His heart broke a bit. Lola and Lynn were ready to rip her to shreds. He confessed his feelings to you, and you're laughing at him?!
"I knew it," Mollie replied between her laughter. Lincoln started to pull away, but she reeled him back in with a hug. "I'm not saying no because I feel the same way" His blush glowed to new levels. She feels the same way?!
"YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The group cheered at the answer.
"So, are we a couple now?" Lincoln asked. She nodded. "I'm the boyfriend, right" Mollie rolled her eyes at his question.
"Yes, you're the boyfriend," Mollie responded in a deadpan tone. She gave him a cheek. ON THE MOUTH! "Because I'm your girlfriend," She confirmed as she loudly blushed.
"Okay," Lincoln muttered in a scarlet daze. The group was slacked jawed at the event before it morphed into wide grins.
"LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" They yelled, scaring the birds.
Snap back to reality. Now they're here cuddling each other in a luxury hotel while watching a movie. Boyfriend and Girlfriend for over ten years. Husband and Wife for almost twenty years. A knock came on their door. "Room Service provided by Mr. Cullingworth," A young female voice announced itself.
"Sweet free room service," Mollie acknowledged. She pouted. "But we have to get out of bed to get it" The bed is so warm right now.
"I'll get it," Lincoln offered. She nodded, spanking his firm buttcheeks as he went to the door. "Save it for later, will ya" He turned his head to his smirking wife. Lincoln opened the door. The female blush furiously at the sight of him. She has a lean build, an interesting tattoo, and pale green eyes. Her eyes traveled up and down, checking him out. Can you blame her? He was handsome. Well built with robust yet smooth features. Gorgeous eyes. Polite, respectful, with genuine charm from what she heard from her coworkers. He's old enough to be her father, but she won't mind calling him Daddy. Her mouth watered when her eyes went to his crotch. The outline of his phallus enticed her. He wasn't fully hard yet and already wanted a taste of him. "Hey, you got something for us," Lincoln smiled. His calming voice breaks her daze.
"Oh yes, of course, sir," She stammered, pushing the trolley into the middle of the room. "Holy shit," The woman whispered at the glamour and size of the room. It was elegant silver with soft carpeting of similar color. Several black chairs and a navy blue couch were neatly arranged. A simple desk near the window with a stunning view of the beach. Is that a hot tub?! This room made her apartment look like a closet and several times more expensive. He must be loaded. Her green eyes found his wedding ring. Oh, he's married. Damn it. Where's his spouse?
"Nice, the food's here" Mollie hopped from the bed, answering her question. She's tall! At least six feet tall. This is a businesswoman. Confident, fierce, responsible, and sufficient. Mollie had a plain look, but that means nothing if she got a man like Lincoln and dropped a fat stack of cash on this room like pocket change. "Thanks for bringing us this" Mollie glanced at the nametag. "Cindy," She thanked as Cindy placed the silver platters on the square black table.
"Thank you, ma'am," Cindy smiled as Lincoln sat down. "Um, excuse me, but how do you get Mr. Cullingworth to give you one of our specials" For though this special was more than her rent. Mollie and Lincoln chuckled at how it happened. Mollie took her seat next to her husband and hooked her around his broad shoulder. Lincoln gestured for Cindy to take a seat. She did, and this chair was comfortable. What is this? Sueve? She straightened her admiral blue uniform, feeling like this was an interview.
"So it happened yesterday when I was at the poolside bar ordering a Martini," Mollie told her tale. "Then this fuckboy tried to 'flirt' with me, bragging about his cars, money, and his suite trying to invite me up there," She mocked the dude. Cindy nodded, going through similar events in her life. "I told him no, that I was married and to piss off so I can enjoy my drink," Mollie groaned at the memory. "You can guess what happens next."
"Telling you that he doesn't have to know or that he's better than him," Cindy predicated in a deadpan tone. The couple nodded. "What happened next?" She leaned in, getting more involved in the story.
"I roasted the fuck out of that cocky bitch" Mollie smirked at how bad she burned him. "Thanks to his cutie right here" She pinched Lincoln's cheek. "I was able to deduct his entire personality, and life story just like that" Mollie snapped her fingers as she bragged.
"What did you call him?" Cindy probed. It had to be good, and this guy had to be someone important to Mr. Cullingworth, who must've messed up to a degree if he offered complimentary room service.
"I called him a pathetic little daddy's boy who can't do anything himself." Mollie continued. "Everything he's done. Everything he's achieved and earned is because of his father. His money, job, education if he had one, respect, friends. His father had to pay for it." She rested her head against Lincoln's. "Without his father, he's nothing but a whiny baby. The only reason that he keeps him around is to be easily controlled. Still, he has no faith in him to nothing himself," Mollie concluded, taking a sip of her orange juice.
"Sheeeeeesssssshhhhhhhh," Cindy winced. "I know he didn't like that."
" Nope, as he tried to swing at me, but I kicked him square in those two small bumps he called balls and poured my drink over his head," Mollie cited. Thankfully the bartender gave her one free of charge. "Then he proceeded to call me a buck-toothed bitch and the classic rich kid line 'Do you know who my father is'" She rolled her eyes at his statement. If she had a penny for the number of times she heard that line. Mollie won't need to work anymore.
"Turns out he was Braden Cullingworth, his son," Lincoln revealed. Cindy's eyes widened at the information. Oh damn. "I stepped in after hearing the yelling. After getting a good look at him, he did look familiar. So I called his father. He had a smug look on his face, but it left so quickly when his father stuttered on the speaker, calling me Mr. Loud" Lincoln told his tale. The couple snickered, reminding how pale Braden's face was. "We told his father what his son did, and I thought my sisters were loud."
"His company had an appointment coming up for a deal after we came back from our vacation," Mollie announced. "We threatened to cancel it, but this guy right here offered a revision with a heavy compensation" She pointed to the food. "He immediately agreed and demanded that his son come home at that moment. He wasn't supposed to be here in the first place, plus he maxed several credit cards."
"What an idiot," Cindy commented. He insults and tries to assault one of his father's crucial clients despite having a recognizable appearance, maxes out credit cards, and shouldn't be here in California. She checked the time. "I have to go. Enjoy your meal," Cindy replied, pushing the trolley out of the room. Lincoln locked the door.
"Now, let's see what this special is" Lincoln rubbed his hands together. They lifted the domes revealing a mini buffet. Stacks of hot Belgium waffles glazed with raspberry syrup as it was surrounded by rows of chewy bacon. Several bowls holding a rainbow of fresh and juicy fruits such as strawberries, blueberries, cherries, and dragonfruit of all things. Hey, they aren't complaining. Mollie grabbed one of the flaky, buttery croissants and cut her steak while Lincoln dug into his cheeseburger omelet. Nothing was spared. The two laid there wholly stuffed. "Man, that was good," Lincoln burped when he remembered that the water park should be opening soon. "Hey, do you want to head to the water park? I think there's a boat heading to see the whales."
"Nah," Mollie replied. All that food put her in slow-mo. She didn't want to move right now. "Let's just stay here and be pigs," Lincoln shrugged. Works for him. Something caused the couch to rumble for a brief moment. Lincoln sniffed the air. Someone ripped one
"Was that me or you?" Lincoln asked. Both ate some fart-heavy foods while Mollie searched her brains for a moment.
"I think that was me," Mollie confessed. He didn't care. Lincoln had Lynn for a sister. Now those were biological hazards. She had an idea as a smirk spread across her face. "Hey, babe, do you remember that pool party at Jordan's" Mollie slid over to him, rubbing her hands on his thighs.
"You mean the one with me, and the guys were caught in our underwear," Lincoln brought up playfully, being ignorant. She rolled her eyes at him. Mollie twisted her body, getting her thighs on the sides of his, straddling him. She maintained her smirk, as did he, putting her soft hands on his shoulders.
"I was thinking more like that seven minutes in heaven," Mollie whispered, wiggling her butt on his crotch. He grabbed two handfuls of her ass cheeks, giving a squeeze. "Mmmmmmhhhhhhhmmmm, at least you're not shy anymore," She moaned as his strong hands gripped her cheeks to the point her pussy lips were spread wide open. He pushed his hips so slightly, teasing his tip against her. Their clothing blocked any entrance, yet it enticed them even more. Mollie bit her lips, staring deep into his eyes. "Come here, cutie," She moaned before devouring each other's lips. They found a rhythm that suits them. Mollie enjoyed being more dominant, holding his face in place, savoring his taste. At the same time, Lincoln allowed it as he rubbed and massaged her smooth rear. Her lips latched themselves on his exposed neck as her fingers traced up and down his chest and played with his silky hair. His soft moans were a harmonious melody. Several more light kisses find themselves on his neck. She sucked on the part of his neck that she knows is a weak spot. A deeper moan answered that for her. Lincoln's hand continued to massage her ass while his other hand found itself on her left breast. Mollie moaned in delight at this.
"Still sensitive, huh" Lincoln mocked as he played with the modest flesh. She was supple B-cup to lower C-cup. Again, he didn't care. This was the body of the woman he loved. The body that gave him three healthy and happy children. He's going to worship and revere her body like the queen she is. Mollie glared at his snarky comment as her body heated up.
"Oh, shut the fuck up," Mollie grunted as she raised her body a few centimeters before slamming her booty back down on his penis. He grunted in alarm. Her shorts started to moisten, proving that she still lusts for him. Even these tiny moments give her pleasure. She slowly motioned her womanly hips back and forth on his cock. Lincoln cursed under his breath. "Not so cocky now, huh Undies" She taunted her husband before inserting her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues snaked around each other, tasting their favorite flavors along with the sweet and savory flavors from their meals. Both didn't care. They were on vacation so they could have as much fun as legally possible. However, they're focused on their spouse's pleasure. Mollie uttered a primal groan as her body shook in ecstasy. She held him tight as her orgasm slowly subsided. The two sat still in the afterglow. Mollie slowly removed her lips from his as a slimline of spit connected them. Both breathed heavily as her juices leaked down her thighs on his underwear. "Yep, definitely those seven minutes in heaven," She breathed with a smirk keeping her tongue. He gave her a grin moving his hand from her chest to the back of her head, engaging in another lengthy kiss. It was a welcomed surprise. "If only you were this bold all those years ago."
"Oh shut up," Lincoln responded by giving her butt a hard smack. She yelped at the pleasurably stinging strike. He sensually rubbed the spot with great care as Lincoln grabbed the sides of his underwear. "Now let's-" Mollie placed her finger on his lips.
"Up,bup,bup,bup" She waved her finger at him. Mollie grabbed his hands and put them on her waist where they belonged. "Remember no work, so let Miss. Mollie do alllllllll the work," She said softly in his ears, giving it a little bite. "Okay, cutie?" He dumbly nodded with a dorky look on his face. Her hands grasped the top of the back of the couch as she tantalizingly grinded her hips. His eyes were closed as he breathed quietly, basking in the pleasure. Mollie adored that expression as it held a hint of a smile. She sweetly kissed him again. "I love you, Lincoln" He opened one eye with that smile she loved so much.
"Love you too, Mollie," Lincoln replied in pride. She blushed like a schoolgirl. He got another kiss as a reward. I love you. These three words are simple yet among the most powerful that anyone can say. Tools of manipulation or ones of love and appreciation. He deserves all of the love and affection in the world. Mollie gritted her teeth at how his family treated him in some cases, such as Luan's pranks. Who uses their siblings' feelings by inviting their crush over so they can run through their stupid pranks? Lynn's bad luck bullshit. She was this close to committing murder, but Lincoln, despite all they did to him, still loved them. Mollie let Lynn off with a severe warning that she'll destroy her if she hurts Lincoln again. Lynn issued the same warning. The two had a tense respect for each other. However, it isn't about his sisters. It's all about him right now. His hands tightly gripped her waist as he groaned. He's getting close. She smiled. Perfect. Mollie tasted his lips again, gingerly caressing his smooth skin. A bestial growl entered her mouth as his cock twitched up and down against her ass, oozing his seed. "Holy shit, you must really like me if I made you cum that hard," Mollie giggled jubilantly. Lincoln gave her a deadpan stare on his sweaty face.
"We've married," Lincoln acknowledged, showing her his wedding ring. "With three kids, by the way. So yeah, I really like you. It's a requirement."
"Still," Mollie replied meekly, blushing showing her as well. He gave her hand a kiss making her blush even more. She glanced down behind her as his penis was sandwiched between her buns. "Damn, you're still hard," She commented playfully, wiggling her butt. Why is his libido so insatiable? It's probably genetic from his mother or father. How else can they have eleven kids? Nevertheless, it's her duty as his loyal and loving wife to calm his hunger. Mollie got up from his lap to admire her handiwork. There's a lovely notable stain on his undies. She bit her lips. "Fuck, I love seeing you like this" Mollie placed a finger on the wet spot and rubbed it. Still warm and moist. Just how she liked it. She licked her fingers. Heavy. Lincoln must have been saving up for this trip. Good boy. Mollie watched his chest heave up and down to calm himself. His blue eyes caught her smirk, signaling him to put his hands down at his sides and don't move. She strolled to his suitcase and placed his Switch on his lap. "I told you that you were going to relax today" Mollie got on her knees, pulling his underwear down. "You just play your games while I clean you up" She tossed his undies away, freeing his member from its prison. Now, this was a muscle. Mollie got the total package with Lincoln. Great looks with a personality to match. Dreams and ambitions while motivating her to do the same. An excellent spouse and father. And a thick throbbing log for a cock. She was scared shitless like how the fuck did he did this thing. Lisa explained that he was a grower, not a shower. He wasn't pornstar huge or like one of those lesbian dildos because they weren't made for humans. Lincoln definitely took a lot of work and a lot of spit to deal with. Fortunately, her mother didn't raise a quitter or a spitter. He's already at full mast as he played Breath of the Wild: The remastered edition. Her delicate hands stroked and massaged his cock and balls, maliciously torturing him as he's still recovering. Lincoln's penis still had some sticky residue on it. Mollie licked her lips in hunger. Time to give his log a polish. Lincoln's toes curled as her warm wet mouth engulfed him. Her brown eyes twinkled with mischief as she bobbed her in a steady motion dragging her smooth pink tongue along his shaft to clean any remaining semen. She earned that cum. Mollie just had breakfast, but she always had room for his thick veiny sausage. Lincoln placed his hand on her head. She knew what time it was. Mollie relaxed her throat as he gently guided her deeper down his cock. His grip was firm yet gentle as her hands were still on his hand and testicles. Mollie gazed at him with bedroom eyes, rooms piercing his submissive blue ones. He gulped at the stare. When she's on her knees serving him. At the end of the day, she's still in charge. This was a reward for all his years of exemplary service. Her lips and throat formed a tight seal on his delicious meat, coating it with a shiny layer of spit. "Lincoln, push my head a bit more," Mollie mumbled with her mouth still filled with a cock. "I want to take you all."
"All?"Lincoln stuttered as Mollie nodded, giving him a thumbs-up as approval. He stood with a shaky breath as his hands were still on her head. Lincoln pulled his hips back. Tiny drops of saliva leaked from her mouth, staining her shirt. The couple breathed heavily, observing the other in utmost desire. Mollie opened her mouth with her tongue, enticing him to go in. She knows he wants to. He does. Lincoln entered her slowly, making her taste every inch of him. Mollie moaned sensually as he made his way to the back of her throat. She gagged and choked for a brief moment, making him stop in alarm. A quick nod eased his concerns. Mollie reached the base with her nose planted against his crotch as her tongue tickled and tasted the sweat on his nut sack. She snaked her arms around his toned thighs and gripped his rump. He wasn't going anyway. Lincoln moaned as she hypnotically twisted her head, going up and down. His hand may be on her head, but she was taking the lead now. Lincoln's cock tightened and twitched into her mouth, getting closer to the edge. She stopped just keeping him there in her comfortable mouth. Mollie breathed out her nose as she looked up at his sad puppy dog look.
"Oh, you wanted me to keep going," Mollie mocked as his body shook, removing her mouth from his phallus. He nodded quickly as he was so close. Just a little bit more. Please. She tenderly stroked and teased him with licks and kisses. "Hmmmmmmm. I don't know. Pretty sure you can pop right here" Mollie moved her head away as he desperately tried to re-enter. It was so cold now.
"Please, Miss Mollie. Please let me back, please," Lincoln pleaded. She gave him a satisfied cruel smirk.
"Okay, since you asked so nicely," Mollie taunted before taking him all in again. She giggled, hearing him gasp in surprise, then shifted into moans of pleasure. Mollie hooked her arms around his legs. He wasn't going anywhere. Not when he's moaning her name as if it's the only thing on his mind.
"Mollie, Mollie, fuck, I'm going to. I'm going to…."Lincoln blurred out as the pressure built up. She halted, allowing him to release the creamy goodness in her mouth. His eyelids dropped as his mouth went slack. Mollie took her sweet time cleaning him up. Lincoln's legs gave way as his ass met the couch cushions. Mollie smirked as she didn't leave a single drop of evidence on his penis. Clean as a whistle. "Holy shit," He breathed heavily. "Man, I'm getting tired," Lincoln yawned as she cuddled up next to him.
"Sure, you can't go once more round," Mollie suggested running circles on the sensitive tips. He's still hard. Lincoln shook his head. "Fine, you take a little nap while I find those seeds, okay, babe" She smiled as he rested on her lap. Mollie grinned, hearing him snore softly. She played with his hair as she searched for those damn seeds. What will they do tomorrow?
The upbeat giggling couple reentered their room after a day of aquatic activities such as scuba diving and whale watching and even saw some sea lions. Those things are fucking huge. They put their bags down. "Man, Lana would've loved to see those things," Lincoln brought up as he dried off.
"I know that they were huge, but fuck" Mollie added as she gazed out the window enjoying the setting sun. It's like moose. You never know how big it is until you actually see it. Her ears picked belligerent yelling. She looked down at the ground floor. "Hey, babe, check this out" Lincoln stepped next to her as they watched security toss someone out. "Is that Braden? I thought he left yesterday," Mollie recalled, but it's hard to see from this high up.
"Yep, that's him. It's trending on Twitter right now," Lincoln confirmed, watching a live video from his iPhone. "Some people never learn, now do they?"
"Nope. Well, it wasn't as bad or annoying as Rusty," Mollie groaned, remembering one of their reunions. God, he was annoying, still claiming to be a ladies' man. "Fucking sending me dick pictures and shit."
"How did you get him to stop?" Lincoln commented. That was a good few years ago.
"I sent him one of yours," Mollie smirked, holding his hand.
"Which one?" Lincoln asked as he sent a good number over the years.
"The one in the suit with dick was through your zipper," Mollie replied, rubbing his dick through his swim trunks.
"Again, which one" Lincoln repeated. He had a lot of suits thanks to her.
"The dark blue one when I had that stupid conference," Mollie grumbled. It was as if they believed she doesn't have responsibilities outside the workplace. "It's one of my favorites to look at when I'm traveling," She cooed, giving him a kiss when an idea popped into her head. "Did we ever settle that cannonball record"
"I don't think we did," Lincoln replied after a few seconds. They stopped sometime in high school. "I think we're tied" Mollie put her hand down his trunks with an amorous look.
"We better have a tie-breaker then," Mollie ordered before devouring each other's lips. Lincoln's fingers played with her nipples under her purple bikini top while she stroked his growing member. He started to kneel down to taste her. "No, I wanted straight-up," Mollie ordered as she turned around and removed her tan shorts. She moved her matching bottom, revealing her pink pussy for him. "And I want it deep, okay" Mollie looked over her shoulder, seeing him discard his orange trunks. He's ready too.
"Yes, ma'am," Lincoln saluted before positioning himself behind her. He guided his tip at her fleshy entrance putting one of his hands on her waist. "You ready, babe" Mollie snickered at his concern.
"Three kids, and we've been intimate for over twenty years," Mollie bragged to her husband. "You don't have to warn me so much. I can take-HOLY FUCK!" Lincoln thrusts his hips shoving his cock deep inside her. Her eyes bugged out at the sudden motion. He stuffed her to the brim.
"What's wrong, baby?" Lincoln taunted in her ears. "I thought you could take it" She still shivered.
"Shut up and fuck me, bunny boy," Mollie growled at his boldness. He gripped her hips, pulled back, then pushed back in. Lincoln loved how tight and warm she was while giving her neck a trail of kisses. Mollie enjoyed how sweet and nurturing he can be even when he goes beast-mode on her. He still focuses on providing her pleasure as well. Although it's not fair for her to allow him to do all of the work. She pushed her ass back against him to match his thrusts. Lincoln growled with a smile. God, he loved this woman. Her hands were pressed against the window to keep steady as she fucked him back. She remembers how shocked he was when she did it the first time. The look on his face was absolutely hilarious. Both groaned and moaned at the ecstasy they gave each other. This pleasure never gets old to them knowing each other's weaknesses. Lincoln knew how to angle himself as he went deep and deep into his wife. Mollie enjoyed how she can make him a stuttering mess eager to serve her and only her. His eyes focused on her wrists. She did say that she wanted it deep. Lincoln grasped her wrists plunged himself even deeper, standing on his tiptoes.
"SHIT! This is so much better than a cannonball contest," Mollie moaned with his strict grip on her wrists. Their bodies were coated in seawater and sweat, but they didn't care. They were reaching their climax. Lincoln groaned as he filled Mollie up. His eyelids dropped as he drooled a bit. Mollie bit her lips with eyes rolling upwards as his load stained her insides. Neither moved in their after-sex glow. Lincoln released Mollie. She slowly fell to her knees with a hand on the window, attempting to reclaim her vigor. Lincoln watched her roll over onto her back as his seed leaked out of her. She dug two fingers into her snatch and tasted the white substance. Sweet.
"Mollie," Lincoln called out to her. Mollie's tired eyes widened, seeing that he's still hard and ready to go. The bestial glint in his hazy eyes told her what he wanted. "I got another load in me," Lincoln stroked himself as Mollie licked her lips. She spread legs, putting them on her shoulders, providing easier access for him.
"Well, big boy, what are you waiting for" Mollie beckoned him. He wasted no time. His sperm and her natural lubrication made a simple task. Oh, so warm. He put his hands on her raised feet, keeping them there. The lovers stared deep into the other's eyes. They saw lust, passion, devotion, hunger, and what they were going to eat later. Mollie licked her face for sweat drops that fell on her. Her hair was a total mess right now, but she was getting plowed by her awesome husband. It was a worthy sacrifice. "Come on, baby, fill me up again," Mollie ordered with a sloppy grin. He went faster and faster, reaching her deepest parts.
"CANNONBALL!" Lincoln yelled with one final thrust marking Mollie as his once again. Their bodies quivered again with idiotic grins on their faces.
"Fine, you win," Mollie forfeited as her legs shook. She gave him another look. "Round 3," Mollie suggested.
"Round 3," Lincoln repeated, recovering some of his stamina. "Come here you!" He devoured her lips again.
"Fuck, I love this man," Mollie thought to herself. Her pussy is going to be sore, and his balls are going to bone dry. It was totally worth it.
Lisa watched them engage in sexual intercourse. She massaged her tits and rubbed herself through her wet panties. Her tongue moistened her lips as heavy breaths echoed through the room. The light from her screen hid her lustful eyes. This reality was exotically stimulating. Lisa sucked on her finger to taste herself, wondering what the next reality was going to be.
Fun fact: Veronica means true image or bringer of victory, and Emerson means brave and powerful.
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