Corruption causes sin

A loud screech filled the house, sending a shiver down the backs of Lemy and Lyra. The two siblings looked at other, with blank stares, before they both raised a clenched fist each and played a game of rock, paper, scissors. To which, Lemy promptly lost. "Aw man, can't dad or aunt Lori go?" Lemy cried as he grabbed his bandanna and stretched it.
"I'm sure they'll be willing to fix it once they're back from the accountant's. In an hour, maybe more." Lyra said, not the least bit interested in listening to her younger brother try to worm his way out of a problem. "She's probably only chewed her nails to far again." Lemy grumbled, now going through a list of excuses.
"Or, she might have electrocuted herself. Now quit griping and go find Loan." Lyra demanded, as she ushered Lemy out of the room. Once he was gone, she hoped onto a side counter and pulled out her mobile phone.

Lemy was practically dragging his heels as he made his way towards Loan's room, it wasn't that he disliked her; but, she was on a different wavelength to Lemy and that wavelength was like a fish on dry land. When he finally got to Loan's room, he could hear pacing and muttering coming from inside. Breathing in a huge sigh and letting it go, Lemy entered Loan's room without knocking.

Loan didn't notice Lemy, at first. But when he forced a cough, to grab her attention, she rounded on him, grabbed his shoulders, then she jumped back. Almost as if she had grabbed a hold of fire. "L-lemy." Loan stuttered out the boy's name, as she looked out of the corner of her eyes to the empty space right of Lemy. "Loan." Was Lemy's reply, stretching out the 'casual' conversation. He slapped his cheeks and made a slight nod as he pumped himself up. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Did you hurt yourself?" Lemy expected Loan to slowly force out an explanation, but she instead started to cry. "Everything is wrong!" She wailed, turning her back on Lemy as she began pacing again. "Loan. Loan! Calm down, whatever it is, I'm sure it will be fine." Lemy followed after her, only to go in circles as he chased the erratic Loan.

Eventually, she flopped onto her bed and began crying into her pillow. Lemy, tentatively, sat down next to her. He watched her cry for a few moments. Only to quickly realise that wasn't helping anybody and so he put in the effort, by placing one hand on Loan's back and gently rubbed. Lemy blushed, feeling embarrassed for a multitude of reasons, the least of which was that he was more than ten years younger than Loan. In response to this, Loan turned her head to face Lemy and then hiccuped; as she fought back the tears. "You can tell me what's wrong, can't you? I'm just Lemy after all, whatever you say won't leave the room." He said as soft as he could manage, but his voice sounded a little girly when he did that. Nevertheless, Loan explained her situation, into her pillow, preventing Lemy from being able to understand her. Once finished, she turned again and looked at Lemy. "I sure hope that your pillow is a qualified doctor, because I couldn't hear anything!" He barked. Loan pulled herself up into a kneeling position, but she quivered so much that the bed shook. "The internet is..." Loan gave an explanation; but each word grew quieter, until her voice was hidden under her breath. "What?" Lemy replied, giving one raised eyebrow.
"The internet is..." Loan repeated, word for word.
"What?" Lemy groaned, rubbing his temples.
"The internet is dead!" Loan shrieked. Causing Lemy to fall off of the bed, until Loan grabbed him and yanked him back onto the bed. Lemy was thankful for Loan saving him, so he didn't scream at her like he wanted to, but he did so inside his head. Because, he was at his wits end. He felt he had gone through plenty of trouble for what amounted to the ISP having a blackout. Regardless, Lemy Loud didn't leave a job half finished. "Loan, I'm sure that the ISP will be up and running again in no time." Lemy chastised, coming off a little smug in the process. "The ISPs are the problem, those dirty backstabbing, traitors." Loan forced out her words through gritted teeth, as she raised a hand with chewed up nails towards her mouth. Lemy took her hand and gently lowered it. "Loan, I don't know how any of this works. But, I doubt a blackout means that your ISP is out to get you." Lemy said reassuring, only to realise that he had somehow made a mistake as Loan's eyes became bloodshot. "B-b-b-b-blackout? You think this is because of a blackout?" Loan inquired, starting to seem like she was losing her sanity. "Well, I did until you said that." Lemy joked, only for Loan to grab him by the shoulders. "The FCC sold out the internet to Verizon and Comcast, who are now selling off the internet in service packages, blocking off certain sites and slowing others down. It's a disaster! The end of the internet!" Loan seemed ready to drone on even further, but Lemy broke free of her feeble grasp and responded by grabbing her by the shoulders. "Loan, calm down and use small words that a ten year old can understand." Loan put her hands to Lemy's, as she fumbled for words that would comply with Lemy's order.
"Bad man allow more bad men to cut up the internet and charge for each piece, removing the pieces they don't want to sell." Loan explained, then she heaved a sigh and her eyes glazed over as she stared into the void.

Lemy stayed very quiet as he racked his mind for a solution, but this situation was out of his hands. He was still confused, by when he thought of his old 70's song, his mind made the connection. The 'man' had taken the cream off the top and everybody else got whatever was left. There wasn't really anything that anybody could do about that, except have fun whilst the world was falling down around you. He slipped one hand away from Loan's shoulders, she tightened her grip on the hand still held captive, and he gently bopped Loan on the nose with an extended finger. "Boop." Lemy called out softly, when his finger made contact. Loan looked up and stared at Lemy with curious eyes as he drew his finger back, only to boop Loan on the nose a second time. For the life of her, Loan couldn't explain why Lemy was acting like this. But, in doing so, she was steadily forgetting about her problems. Lemy tried for a third time, but Loan pinched Lemy's finger between her thumb and her index finger. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"I'm trying to change the radio channel, this one is only playing sad tunes." Was Lemy's reply.
"W-who even listens to the radio anymore?" Loan stammered, giving a perplexed look.

She let go of Lemy, ready to go back to lying, face down, in her pillow. But, Lemy booped her on the nose again. "Hey!" She cried out, earning another boop on the nose. "Quit it!" Lemy tried again, but Loan grabbed him by the wrists and they struggled as Lemy showed no signs of giving in. As a result of their struggling, the two ended up colliding their heads together. "Ow,ow,ow." Loan whimpered, but Lemy only gave a snide remark.
"If the radio doesn't work, you're meant to give it a whack. Not headbutt it." He looked up to see Loan was holding her face close to his. Her face was red from the headbutt, her eyes bloodshot from crying and there were bags under her eyes from lack of sleep. But, her warm breath on his nose, her age, and his lack of experience with women, served to make Lemy blush in spite of this. A reaction that was only compounded upon, when Loan kissed Lemy on the lips. It was brief, barely a smack, but it left Lemy shocked. "Wha- why?" He trembled as he asked this, confused and desperate for an answer. "You... you looked cute." Came her answer. But, she quickly covered it up with a question. "Do you want to play a game?" She asked.
"A s-sex game?" Lemy stuttered in-between gasps of breath.
"A regular game." Loan replied. She got off the bed, Lemy's eyes were locked onto her body as she moved, she then pulled out a console from under her bed. "Oh." Was Lemy's dry response, as he realised the kiss was a one-time thing. But, he stayed, holding out for more action, all the same.

The two had begun playing on the console, by sitting next to each other. But Loan had, at some point, gestured for Lemy to sit on her lap. He did so without question, greedy for affection from an older woman. From that point on, they spent an hour playing games and Lemy had forgotten about the kiss, whilst Loan had forgotten about the FCC. They spent their time like siblings would, having fun and forgetting about the outside world, Lemy had even forgotten why he was in Loan's room in the first place. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Loan slithered a hand into Lemy's jeans and started to caress his cock. Lemy yelped, but Loan paid no mind. Rather, she put her controller at her feet and continued the game by playing with her feet. Lemy tried to keep up, but Loan's care for his half-erect penis distracted him and caused his avatar to flip out as Lemy pressed random buttons.

Loan didn't let up and continued the game as she continued to grope Lemy's sensitive spot. She used her free hand to carefully massaged Lemy's neck. She stared at the screen, her mind seemed unapproachable to Lemy, as she paid physical attention to the boy instead. Lemy panted, as Loan came to understood what worked. Working Lemy's cock to full-erection as she figured out the rhythm and the finger work that prompted the most physical response. She took her hand off of Lemy's neck, used it to unbutton Lemy's jeans, freeing his penis, which caused it to rise, ready for action. Loan returned her free hand to Lemy's neck, as she made practised movements on Lemy's dick. Stroking up and down his shaft, thumbing his urethra when she reached the top, and griping the base when she reached the bottom. Lemy moaned out Loan's name and this excited her greatly. She, once again, took her hand away from Lemy's neck and moved her hand down, this time grasping his balls and rubbing them gently. Lemy became very still, sweating profusely, one wrong move with the fidgety Loan and Lemy might become one of the girls.

Like the kinky girls she was, the smell of Lemy's sweat, and the power she had over him, made her mind race as feelings of lust and excitement boiled in her mind. She abandoned all pretence of playing video games and kicked the controller away, the she buried her face in Lemy's neck and began to sniff; making sure to, every now and then, plant a kiss on Lemy's neck. Lemy was stunned by his fear and confusion, which worked well considering that Loan was still caressing his balls. Loan took the opportunity to speed up and tighten her grip, which wasn't much, given her strength, but Lemy yelped with pleasure all the same. Loan retreated from Lemy's neck and instead attacked his earlobe, gripping it with her teeth and pulling on it. It hurt like mad. But, in the heat of the encounter, pain became pleasure and Lemy moaned. His penis began jerking, surprising Loan, causing her to squeeze Lemy's testicles slightly. Lemy began shouting all of his curse words, as tears fell from his eyes, but the stimulation still proved enough to send Lemy over the edge. His penis began to make a pumping motion and Loan bit down on Lemy's ear as he climaxed. Sperm shot up and hit Lemy on the chin, falling back down and covering Loan's hands. Lemy huffed as the bliss kept his mind blank and his vision white. Loan didn't move, she stayed very still. Having reached the end, her tunnel vision cleared and she realised that she had just jerked off Lemy. She let go of Lemy, quivering as she realised her mistake. This turned out to be for the better, as she heard footsteps behind her. In a heart beat, Lyra grabbed Loan by the hoodie and dragged her away, leaving Lemy dazed and confused. Lemy wondered, for just a moment, if he could expect more from where that came from, if the internet died. Then his train of thought was interrupted, by Lyra's loud yelling.