Car relaxation

Car Relaxation


by Ponysweets


The car trip to Lola's pageant is a disaster. Luckily Lincoln finds the perfect way to calm his moody sister down! (RATED M FOR SEXUAL THEMES, LOUDCEST, ONESHOT)

Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Family - Lola L., Lincoln L. - Words: 1,788 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 9 - Published: 1/2 - Status: Complete - id: 12784383

URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12784383





Car Relaxation


The car trip had been far too long and if anything, it truly got on Lola's nerves. The blonde knew they didn't have all the time in the world and it baffled her how relaxed her brother had been during the entire car trip, despite the horrendous traffic they had dealt with so far.

Lincoln's fingers carelessly tapped against the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music that echoed through the entire vehicle. They had already been stuck in traffic for an entire hour now, and Lola knew they would be late for her pageant show.

She raised one of her eyebrows as she cockily hissed "Why are you so calm?! We need to be there in 30 minutes! You know we'll be tardy, Linky!" with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Lincoln shot her a quick glance. Puberty hitting Lola did very little to ease the temper and sass she already had since she was younger. In fact, now she was 16, it seemed her sass had only grown overtime.

"Lola, we'll still be on time. I promise.", he assured her. But Lola kept up the salty facade. Even if they were right on time, Lola knew she wouldn't have enough time anymore to put on her glittery pageant attire, style her hair and do her over-the-top make-up. Her pageant show was already ruined before it had even started.

Lincoln then quickly gestured to his bag and spoke "Grab your toy, you need to relax." in an almost dominant-like manner.

Lola's eyes widened a tad. "Are you insane? We're in the middle of slow moving traffic, late for my pageant show, and you tell me to masturbate to calm down? Great solution, big brother." Clearly, the blonde was not amused.

Considering the car was hardly moving anyway, Lincoln reached for the bag himself and rummaged through it. It took him about half a minute, but he soon found Lola's pink dildo and shoved it into her hands before tossing his bag back onto the backseat of their car.

Manicured nails poked against the toy in nothing more than pure annoyance and Lola simply kept glaring at him. This wouldn't solve her issues right now, nor her anger. But before she got a chance to complain even more than she already had, Lincoln sweetly hummed "Just do as I say. I know it calms you down, princess. Besides, traffic will be moving again in no time!"

With a frustrated "Ugh, fine! But only because it's better than waiting!", Lola reached under her skirt and pulled her frilly pink panties to the side. She wasn't entirely in the mood to, but she had to admit, the thought of getting herself off in the car sent a shiver down her spine in pure excitement.

Originally, Lincoln had brought the toy along for when the two would get some private time in their hotel room. The princess-like teen was often rather enthusiastic about getting both her pretty holes used down below, and Lincoln only aimed to please. But if the toy could be used to ease her stress as well, Lincoln never minded using it at unexpected occasions.

His eyes were on the road, knowing he carried responsibility for the both of them, while he did want to see what his beauty of a sister would be up to. If Lincoln had to be honest with himself, calling Lola a beauty was an understatement. While her breasts were quite average, she had a slim waist and curvy hips any girl would kill for. It was no wonder she made all the guys in her class swoon. But Lincoln knew her heart belonged to him, and only him.

When he suddenly heard a faint "A-Ah, hnn..." from beside him, it took all Lincoln's might not to take a quick peek while he slowly drove ahead. It was a battle he lost with himself, though. As he turned his head, his eyes fell on the captivating sight of his sister pushing the toy into her warm core, teeth lightly digging into her plump bottom lip.

"That's better...", Lincoln murmured to himself. He'd pick Lola's noises and squeals over her whining and complaining any time. Any person would, if their girl did nothing more than tossing salt around the place.

Lola sank back into the backrest of her seat as the feeling of the toy grinding against her insides clouded her worried mind. She wiggled the dildo around for a bit, trying to locate her G-spot. When a particularly high "Ngh!" slipped past her lipgloss-covered lips, Lola knew she found what she needed to get herself to relax all the way.

In tender motions, she started moving the toy in and out of herself. The blonde never truly moaned. Lincoln was aware of that. Lola always expressed her blissful state through heavy pants, squeals and, on occasion, even slutty screams. And this time was no different. She kept squealing as she played with herself and leisurely rolled her hips, making her feel as if she was somewhat riding her precious toy.

Lincoln side glanced her once more and quite knowingly stated "You know you're not allowed to cum until I allow you to. So you better ask beforehand when you feel like you're ready." before turning his head, focusing on the road once more.

Lola's eyes widened a tad and she gasped a weak "B-But you always - Nhh! Ah! - let Lana c-cum when she wants to, Sir!", once more displeased about the turn of events. And her hand simply kept on moving, if not fucking herself harder with the toy.

"But you're not Lana. So you have to ask permission, princess.", her brother hummed. And he even seemed amused so. He released one hand from the steering wheel and sent it Lola's way, resting it on her rather thick thigh and very calmly massaging it. His fingers pressed to her skin, smoothly kneading.

His hand felt warm against her already burning skin. Her head felt so foggy and she wore the dazed look of pure horniness. Lola knew she was getting closer and already whimpered a needy "S-Sir, can I please cum? Pleaaase?" as she turned to look at him. There was a failed effort to pull up puppy eyes, but in her love-drunk state, it only looked as if her eyes were half lidded and about to roll back at any given second.

The reply she got was one she absolutely didn't expect, nor like. It was a fairly casual "No, Lola. Pull the toy out.", and the blonde found herself negatively stunned.

"W-Wha-? But you said I g-gotta relax!"

"Pull out the toy and come sit on my lap.", Lincoln responded to her complaint.

That already sounded more to her liking. Lola pulled the toy out with a wet pop, and strings of arousal fell onto the car seat. She shamelessly put the now-slick dildo in one of the cup holders while Lincoln unbuckled his pants and shimmied them down with his boxers before one of his hands found the wheel again.

Lola crawled over and carefully got onto Lincoln's lap. She wrapped a hand around his length and guided it to her soaked entrance before she entirely slid herself down, now decently sitting. Lincoln let out a soft "Hah..." at the warmth surrounding his cock and wrapped an arm around Lola's waist.

Surprisingly, Lola didn't exactly move yet and rested her head on his shoulder, her hands pressed to his torso. She tried to take a peek at one of the windows, and traffic seemed to go a tad faster already.

She remained nestled up to him, enjoying Lincoln's body warmth and figure against hers. Lincoln didn't mind that. If Lola wanted to get affectionate while in weird positions, so be it, as long as she wasn't moody anymore.

"I like this...", she whispered before very sluggishly moving herself up and down while rolling her hips like earlier. When moving back down, she instantly squealed right into Lincoln's ear in pleasure.

While Lincoln had no complaints towards the sudden car sex, he was more focused on their safety and getting her to the pageant than the sex itself. But he did occasionally press kisses to her cheek or forehead, pull her closer or whisper her dirty words of praise such as "You're doing so well, princess." and "Keep going and you'll make both of us cum."

They truly encouraged Lola to keep up the act of humping her brother. Her thighs quivered and the tiny panted "Nhh! Nhh!"s remained audible throughout the entire sex session.

After about 5 more minutes of riding her brother, she squeaked a weak "C-Can I cum? Please? L-Lincoln, sir?" while her hands gripped his shirt. Her movements had become much more frantic and with each movement, her arousal leaked down his length.

"Go ahead and cum, princess.", Lincoln sweetly murmured before tilting his head a tad to peck her lips.

Seconds later, Lola felt nothing more than a pure, blissful orgasm. A scream was drawn from her as she spasmed on his lap, her back arched while she tried to keep her head pressed to his shoulder. To Lincoln, the scream was fairly deafening. But feeling Lola quiver and shake against him while crying out like that, was by far one of the hottest things imaginable.

"That was perfect, Loles. You did so well and you're going to do even better at the pageant...", he huskily whispered once more in praise, lightly kissing her forehead.

Lola exhaustedly smiled and panted as her orgasm ceased. She felt lightheaded, but she didn't see it as a concern as she remained snuggled up to Lincoln with his shaft still buried up her core.

Lincoln didn't cum, but he didn't particularly mind. He was happy enough Lola was a bit calmer and enjoyed herself, and the way she got affectionate and cute after sex, was to die for. Lola adorably hummed a tiny "Thank you, sir." before wrapping her arms around his waist for a hug and nuzzling the crook of his neck.

Lola remained seated on his lap throughout the remainder of the car trip, and as expected, they were on time but with very little time for preparations. Regardless, she was calm and at ease for the rest of the time, and that was just the way Lincoln liked his princessy sister.