Scared Stiff

	Howling winds crashed against the sleeping Loud household like roaring tidal waves. A thick blanket of clouds obscured the moon, consuming any sliver of night light that cracked the sky. A stark shadow cast itself within Lincoln Loud’s room. The usual moonlight that illuminated his closet after dark was nowhere to be seen, even the street lights were without life. Aside from the faint red glint cast by his alarm clock, it was darkness as far as the eye can see.

	“It’s unusually dark outside isn’t it,” A somber voice spoke up, it’s dreary tone piercing the darkness. “Almost as if the neighborhood was being drowned by shadows. I really like it. Do you think it’s an omen?”

	Lincoln didn’t answer. Another mighty gust blew by, rocking the frame of his bedroom window. He dug his fingers into the mattress, propping himself up over the girl. The boy’s heart drummed louder and faster by the second. Lincoln wasn’t sure what frightened him more, the spooky girl who laid beneath him or the prospect of getting caught in the act. Odds are, they were one in the same.

	“Lincoln?”

	Even through the dense void, even behind her mysterious black bangs, Lincoln could feel Lucy’s cold gaze pierce his soul. It took all his willpower just to hold back the trembling his body wanted so desperately to express. Despite that, not even he could stop the shivers that plagued his body upon that first instance of touch.

	“Goosebumps,” Lucy remarked, running a finger down the length of her brother’s exposed chest. “Are you feeling scared? Or maybe, it was I who did that?”

	“It must be the sudden draft....” Lincoln lied.

	“If you want, you can put your clothes back on,” Lucy teased, twiddling her toes. “Even I’ve got my socks on under here. You always liked my striped knee highs, didn’t you? It would explain all the naughty stares.”

	“S-Shut up!”

	Lincoln’s arms trembled with a lack of confidence. Even with the spooky lass pinned beneath him, he didn’t feel in control of the situation. He was as nervous as any young man could be during his first time. Lucy on the other hand was as composed and stoic as ever. It may have been freezing but Lincoln could swear he felt a drop of sweat run down his neck. He needed a swift punch in the gut, a sign from above to give him strength and take the shot. Lincoln got his answer when a pair of slithering appendages wrapped around his back and pulled him down.

	“It’s human nature to experience fright Lincoln,” Lucy whispered into the boy’s ear, embracing his bare frame against her own. “But if you ask me, I think that fright can be just exhilarating.”

	Maybe it was the inflection of her words that got to Lincoln. Maybe it was how direct and honest she was. It could have been the thrill of the moment or it could have been whatever excuse Lincoln needed to let go of his dark inhibitions. Deep down, he knew because it was his sister.

	“Lucy...”

	“Imagine the trouble YOU’D be in if someone found us,” Lucy’s arm slithered down Lincoln's back, motioning around the front of his waist. “Sigh. I would hate to lose my only brother to depravity.”

	Each morbid word that Lucy spoke was a soft breath that brushed against Lincoln’s neck. Her petite, undeveloped vessel was as enticing to Lincoln as any naked woman he peeked online. The skinship they shared was liberating. She was the embodiment of sinful temptation that clouded the 11 year old’s mind night after night. For every little thing about her that frightened the boy, there was another that comforted him.

	For a girl with such a cold, unfeeling exterior, Lucy’s skin was surprisingly warm to the touch. Lincoln bit his lip as his little sister worked her black magic on him down below. Lucy’s tiny fingers were like magic wands and he was completely under the spell of her sensual strokes. The occult cutie was as smooth an operator as she was between her legs. There was no resistance as she hooked her brother and began grinding her hips against his thigh.

	“Lucy, where did you learn how—” The desire to call the goth girl’s uncanny skills into question faded from a single whiff of her jet black hair. The intoxicating aroma of his little sister’s natural scent was overwhelming and cleared any shred of doubt Lincoln had left in his mind.

	Lucy nuzzled against her brother’s neck, dominating the lad from all angles. Even when her brother reciprocated with the touch of his hand, her young body did not relent from its lewd acts. Lucy’s enthusiastic gyrations accelerated in response to Lincoln’s gentle gropes upon her unripe chest. The white haired boy brought out a world of undiscovered emotions for the moody miss that she just couldn’t resist sinking her fangs into.

	“OW OW OW. Dang it Lucy, that really hurt!” Lincoln winced, recoiling from the pain of the sudden bite.

	“Sorry, I just couldn’t contain my blood lust. I hope you’re not too upset about it.” Lucy’s haunting giggles eased the tension in the room.

	Lincoln wished Lucy could see just how hard he was rolling his eyes in the dark. He couldn’t be too mad about it though; Lincoln knew Lucy only bites when she’s in a good mood. He appreciated that even when she showed her true side, his little sister could still be the mischievous, spooky girl he knew best. A surge of confidence motivated the young lad to take his next step into the darkness.

	Lincoln pulled himself back, kneeling down between his sister’s parted legs. With excitement and hormones coursing through his veins, the prepubescent boy looked fear in the face and took control. Running his hands down the side of the goth’s slender frame, Lincoln quickly and firmly dragged all fifty-five pounds of his partner directly towards him. It didn’t take a crystal ball to see the knowing smirk that adorned the young girl’s face.

	Lucy didn’t fight her big brother’s advances, rather she welcomed them. She was more than willing to let Lincoln take the reins if it meant getting a glimpse at the dark feelings stirring within him. It warmed her cold, bitter heart to have something they could connect over, even if it was immoral.

	Before Lincoln had even noticed, he had already made first contact. The young man took a deep breath, resting his shaft against Lucy’s nether regions. Soft to the touch and slick as could be, a couple thrusts back and forth was delicious ecstasy.

	“Are you feeling scared yet?” Lucy’s voice reverberated through the void.

	A series of huffs was Lincoln’s response as he hotdogged his little sister’s begging pussy. A gentle slap, his skin to hers, lit a fire in Lincoln's loins like no other.

	Lucy could feel that same burning sensation too as her brother committed the ultimate sin, pressing onward into the shadows against her. The pain was sudden and sharp. It was the kind of pain she liked, the kind she quickly grew accustomed to with each thrusting motion. In the thrill of it all, Lucy channeled her emotions the only way she could, right then and there.

	“Like pulled petals, the cruel twist of life,
	Drop after spilled drop, my pain’s your delight,
	The bloody culmination, our unholy confession,
	This sinful link, filling my Great Depression.”

	“Pfffft,” Lincoln stopped for a moment to take in his sister’s poem. An audible sputter blurted from his mouth as he held back a laugh. “Lucy. At the end there, did you just call your—”

	“N-No.I mean I was trying to be— I thought a nickname would— SIIIGH. Forget it.” The embarrassed goth turned away. She took solace in the fact that no one could see how flushed her face was. “I’ll just drown in my shame and be quiet for now.”

	“We’ll polish that poem up later if you want.” Lincoln snickered. He couldn’t help but be amused at the airs his sister was putting up. He was pleased to hear that she was still herself.

	The cold air in the room grew thick as the two fell silent and allowed their bodies to do the talking. Whether it was the creaking bed or his own stifled grunts, Lincoln did his best to mask any signs of his and Lucy’s forbidden act. Lucy was a girl of her word, remaining quiet as her sibling fucked her like a rag doll, thrust after sloppy thrust. She adored the charge her brother was taking, but she could never tell him that. To Lucy Loud, some things were better kept in the dark.

	It wasn’t more than a few minutes but the unholy union felt like it had stretched on endlessly into the night. The white haired boy ran out of adrenaline, his motions slowing to a crawl. His spilled seed, sacrificed to the young witch. He was so caught up in the whimsy of his first time, he didn’t even notice a change happening before him. Lincoln’s tired, sweating body felt like a raging fire next to the chilly exterior of his little sister. It was unnatural.

	“Lucy?”

	There was no response. Lincoln gave Lucy a gentle poke to the gut. Her skin was cold as ice and stiffer than a corpse. The worrisome brother’s lip trembled while he motioned towards his sister’s chest. No pulse, no beat, no sign of life. Lincoln's goosebumps returned.

	“Lucy!? No no no! Come on Luce, wake up!” The panicked lad pulled himself up in a flash and jumped out of bed. He reached for the light switch but tripped and fumbled in the dark. “DANG IT, MY ANKLE! AW GEEZ. W-WAIT UP LUCY.” As Lincoln gripped his foot in pain, an eerie sound made his heart skip.

	“Ha. Haha. Ha.”

	Lincoln stumbled across the room. He hit the switch and spun his head as the lights flashed on.

	“Lincoln, that priceless look on your face. It’s just to die for.”

	“L-L-L-LUCY!” Lincoln stammered. “What happened!? You went silent and your body was—”

	“My creepy cadaver technique worked like a charm. I could practically taste your fear for a moment there. Hahaha... ”

	“BUT HOW DID YOU DO THAT? IT DEFIES LOGIC!” Lincoln trembled, demanding answers. “YOU HAD NO PULSE! I NEARLY HAD A HEART ATTACK!”

	“I’ve told you before Lincoln, there are perks to being a goth.” The motionless 8 year old delivered with a smirk.

	Lincoln’s gaping maw of shock flatlined as Lucy continued her slow, detached laugh. A contemptuous sneer soon took its place on his face. He didn’t want to admit just how good she got him.

	“Come on Lincoln, we can still continue if you want. It’ll take an hour before I can move though, that’s the creepy cadaver drawback. Wait, why are you putting your clothes on? Are you still upset? Where are you going? Lincoln? Lincoln!”

	Lucy laid on Lincoln’s bed in the dark, motionless with nothing but her socks on. It took a minute before she realized that he wasn’t coming back for the night.

	“SIIIIIIGH,” The tiny goth bellowed. “He could have at least dressed me. My dark humor is unappreciated in this age.”