Make It Wit Chu (Chapter 2)

>It was only a few weeks later that the second chapter in Lincoln Loud's nightmare began. Though he didn't like to admit it he'd almost gotten used to Lori's secret nightly visits. The human mind was truly a resilient thing, and a child's even moreso. Like a piece of skin that'd been scored over and over, he'd accumulated some scar tissue and was starting to develop a real ability to close his eyes and pretend he was somewhere else while Lori took what she wanted from him. He suspected his big sister was beginning to sense this and had noticed her more and more unhappy over the last couple of days. Distracted even, as though she was trying to figure out some solution to his behavior, and the very fact that she apparently believed even that small and merciful escape from her grasp was a problem in need of correction made his stomach turn. But the little boy wasn't the type to burden other people with his problems and he knew the horrors that would befall his family if he ever told anyone about what was happening, so instead he swallowed his fears and tried his best to be the Lincoln Loud the rest of the family knew and loved, still as sunny and friendly as ever. It only hurt when he laughed.

>It was on that day that his parents had announced one of the Loud clan's monthly visits to the mall so the siblings could spend their allowance. Most of his sisters had shrieked with delight at this, Luan declaring that she needed some new props for her act-
>"Some of these gags are way past their expiration date," she'd quipped as Lynn slipped on a rotten banana peel, having begun racing towards vanzilla almost as soon as their parents had announced the trip, "Get it?"
>Lana for her part had assured her parents that her pets were bored of their old toys and needed some new ones. Lola needed a new dress for an upcoming pageant, Lisa some beakers to replace the ones shattered by her unstable experiments, hair dye for Lucy as she insisted that she was in imminent danger of reverting back into a blonde, the new Mick Swagger album for Luna, a catcher's mitt for Lynn to replace the one she'd worn out and one of those trendy new portable phone chargers for Lori.

>Lincoln meanwhile had announced his desire to stay at home. He insisted that he already had everything he wanted, which prompted his mother to fawn over him, wrapping him up in her arms and giving him a cuddle for 'being such a good boy'. Lincoln instinctively flinched at the unexpected physical contact and his mother's unwitting reminder of Lori's favorite tease for him but quickly hid his unease and hugged his mother back. Lola grumbled about Lincoln being a momma's boy which resulted in Papa Loud shooing everyone into the car, with Rita lowering her son to the ground and pinching his cheek affectionately before following her husband out the door.
>It had all been a lie, obviously. Of course there were things he wanted. Videogames, comic books, candy, models. A better lock. But the truth was the boy rarely had a chance to be alone, truly alone, and he very dearly wanted an opportunity to sit down and gather his wits in familiar and comforting surroundings without worrying that his big sister was going to appear and 'innocently' lay a hand on his shoulder and send him sweating and fidgeting for the rest of the day. He just wanted a little time to rest his shattered nerves, and that was worth missing this month's issue of Muscle Fish.

>Lincoln released a hitching breath he didn't realize he'd been holding as he heard the family van pull out of the driveway. The urge to fall to his knees and rub some warmth into his arms was deep and abiding but he shook his head and perished the thought.
>"I need to make the best of this." He'd declared aloud to no one in particular. He'd curbed his habit of talking to himself out loud, even in private, as it occasionally drew Lori's attention but he decided to indulge now that he was alone.
>"When you have ten sisters," he began and felt almost nostalgic as he walked over to the kitchen. But then, nothing. "W-When you have ten sisters..." He continued, trying to force it as he filled a mug with water and dropped a bag of tea inside. Still nothing. He microwaved it, squeezed the tea essence against the side of the mug with a spoon and sat down alone at the table. He gave a shuddering sigh. Things really were different.

>"When you have ten sisters...What?"
>Lincoln nearly jumped out of his skin, a scream threatening to erupt from the core of his being held back only by a deep, bodily aversion to making loud noises Lori had trained into him. What came out instead was a choking, wide-eyed gasp that made Leni race from the blender over to her little brother, clapping him on the back.
>"Lincoln! Omigosh! Are you okay!?"
>The little boy gathered his wits at record speed and forced himself to cough to disguise the absolute bone terror he'd been experiencing. He turned back to Leni, giving her a weak smile and some small hacks.
>"Y-Yeah! Sorry Leni! Y-You just scared me..."
>His big sister gave an incredulous huff, crossing her arms and staring at her sibling with something between outrage and relief painted over her pretty features.
>"*I* scared *you*!? Lincoln! You nearly gave me a heart assault!"

>The startled blonde girl gave one more huff to get it out of her system before turning around and stalking back over to the blender, apparently still setting out her ingredients on the cutting board next to it.
>"S-So...", the little boy began, still trying to steady his heart rate, "What...What are you workin' on there?"
>The sixteen year old fashionista quickly perked up at the question, always eager to talk about her latest concoction. To be honest Leni at the blender always faintly reminded Lincoln of his little sister and her science experiments, the way her eyes always lit up when she started talking about "teshthing a hypothesis".
>"Oh, it's just my latest smoothie! It's a mix of pomegranite, kale and açaí that I'm peppering with chia seeds. I've included a zinc boost this time that I think will TOTES help with any breakouts." Leni announced all this happily as she swept the carefully selected ingredients off the counter and dropped them into the blender, the appliance jumping to life as she pressed one of the buttons. In truth Lincoln didn't really care but he knew pretending to be interested would lift her spirits and get her mind off the bad fright he'd given her. Lincoln didn't have a list of favorite sisters per se but he really liked Leni and enjoyed making her happy. Even so he still couldn't help but wish he was alone.

>"So," he coughed, drumming his fingers on the table, "How come you didn't go to the mall with the others?"
>Leni didn't answer, eyebrows knit, apparently entranced by the way the machine was mixing all her ingredients together.
>"W-wasn't there anything you wanted? Some new facial cream on sale?"
>She brightened at this.
>"There is, actually!", she exclaimed as she turned back to face her little brother, a smile on her face. Her expression suddenly grew troubled though, just in time for the machine to finish it's work. She seemed uncomfortable. "But..."
>"But what?" Lincoln had asked, genuinely interested despite himself.
>Leni turned and sighed as she poured the pitcher she'd just blended into a mug. She turned back to him, offering up the drink.
>"Wanna taste?"
>"Leni...", Lincoln frowned, knowing when his big sister was trying to change the subject. The blonde girl grumbled something as she set the pitcher under the sink before turning back and walking over to sit next to Lincoln, hugging her mug close to her chest just like he was doing. She couldn't meet his eyes.
>"I just...", she began, face momentarily brightening as she took the first sip of her smoothie. She then sighed one last time before turning to look at her brother. "I, like, just wanted to spend some time with you, okay!?"

Lincoln sat there for a moment, stunned, and let the statement hang in the air. He took a sip of his tea then set it down, staring at it, unable to meet her eyes.
>"W-Why would you skip a trip for that...? We're together all the time."
>"No we're not!" He flinched as she raised her voice, causing Leni to recoil and stare down at her own mug, embarassed.
>"You're just...so distant lately, you know? You, like, barely come out of your room! And you never hug me anymore!"
Lincoln cursed. He really thought he'd been doing a better job of hiding his state from the rest of his family. Now he'd gone and upset Leni, his wonderful and loving big sister who'd never been anything but sweet to him.
>"L-Leni..." He began, still staring down at his cup, but he forced himself to look into her eyes to reassure her. "I'm sorry. I've just been a little stressed. School, you know?"
>Leni looked unsure, her lower lip seemingly in imminent danger of quivering, so Lincoln steeled himself and expended the superhuman effort it took to lift his hand and place it over hers without shivering or sweating or otherwise doing anything to betray what a huge lie he was about to tell her.
>"I'm okay."
>The words felt like hot ash pouring out of his mouth as he said them and the gentle smile he was wearing was genuinely painful to keep on his face.
>"I'm really sorry I worried you."

>Leni still seemed a bit unsure, but the gesture of putting his hand on hers seemed to have gone a ways towards calming her down, and she finally smiled as she placed her other hand over his and squeezed.
>"Alright.", she declared, and Lincoln gave her a grin.
>"But hey, this means we have the whole day to spend together! Let's make up for some lost time!"
>"Okay!"
>And just like that he managed to dispel any notions Leni might have had that something was wrong. The rest of the day was spent with Lincoln coddling her in whatever she pleased, modeling for her, critiquing some of her new designs, giving her his thoughts on whatever fashion trends were troubling her ("Everyone says florals are totes out but I just think they're, like, timeless, you know?" He nodded sagely despite not understanding a word.)
>By six in the afternoon they'd finally settled down to watch some television together. Lincoln had to admit that though he'd initially wanted to be alone, playing with Leni all day like they used to had managed to remind him what normal felt like. Leni for her part was happily fawning all over her little brother, blissed that she'd managed to steal some quality time with him from the other girls.
>"I had so much fun today, Lincoln!" she'd said as she snuggled in next to him on the couch for the latest episode of Fashion Nightmares. Even now he was coddling her by switching to the show he knew she wanted to watch even though there was probably a superhero movie on somewhere. He was such a sweet little guy...
>Lincoln felt Leni gently rubbing her shoulders against his as she saddled up closer next to him. His instinct was to tense up but instead he relaxed and cuddled a bit closer to Leni. The blonde girl practically squealed at this but made no outward display of her joy besides a small gentle smile.
>"You know I love you, right Lincoln?"
>"Of course Leni. I love you too."
>Leni resisted the urge to seize him in a cuddle attack and instead grabbed him by his armpits and set him down on her lap, leading to a laugh from the boy as she nuzzled her nose into his soft white hair. He had such a clean soap and water smell. Leni let herself swoon a bit as she relaxed against the couch and captured Lincoln in a loose hug.
>"Leni! You're gonna make us fall over!" The little boy had complained, the laugh still in his voice. 'Uh-huh!', she'd wordlessly denied and Lincoln had laughed again as her nose softly brushed against his hair, tickling him. He finally gave a long sigh and let himself relax against her, cherishing this brief moment of normality.

He gave another surprised laugh as one of Leni's hands moved from one of his shoulders over to his neck, dipping into the collar of his shirt as she rubbed a circle over his chest. The little boy's body shook with laughter, causing a small blush to paint the girl's features as she felt his little muscles jumping and tensing in surprise.
>"Leni! Stop tickling me."
>"I'm not..." She protested without conviction, the mischevious smile of a girl caught being naughty on her face as she pulled her finger back from his collar and finally let her hand rest on his belly, over his shirt.
>Lincoln let himself relax again, snuggling closer into his big sister as he let his head rest against her breasts and drowsiness overtook him. He knew he could never be this relaxed around any of his other sisters in such close bodily contact, not anymore, but Leni had such a gentle and motherly aura about her. She wouldn't hurt a fly. Lincoln sighed happily, ignoring the instincts that would normally have him bristle and shrink away at even innocent contact with a girl's chest.
>Leni felt like the temperature in the room had jumped twenty degrees, her cheeks burning as her little brother heedlessly pushed and rubbed his body against hers. His bodyheat was immense but so gentle to the point Leni felt like she was cradling some sort of friendly bonfire in her arms. The thought made her giggle as she began to rub a circle on his stomach over his shirt. Lincoln gave a surprised chortle before gently smacking her hand away, mumbling something like 'quit it!' as he drifted closer and closer to sleep.

>Then she let her hand drift lower.

>Lincoln's eyes snapped open as Leni's hand came to rest on his crotch, all traces of sleep instantly banished from every last corner of his mind.
>Leni could feel the little boy tense up from his neck and arms down to what seemed like the bottom of his feet. Her eyebrows knit, surprised at this reaction.
>"L-Leni...? What are you doing?" He asked shakily, his breath catching in his throat as his big sister began tracing a circle over his crotch, his by-now experienced penis slowly hardening in defiance of every ounce of his will.
>"I'm playing with you, silly." She responded innocently, if she had any inkling that what she was doing was wrong her voice didn't betray it. Her finger traced around the slowly forming bulge in his jeans like a shark circling prey.
>"Leni...", he began, and his teeth began chattering involuntarily. He instantly slapped a hand over his mouth and shut his eyes tight. No. NO! Leni just didn't know what she was doing. This wasn't like Lori. Leni was just confused!
>The girl was surprised by his sudden brusque motion and her face turned to worry over her little brother's behavior, her hand over Lincoln's jeans stilling briefly.
>"Lincy?"
>His free hand made a fist as Lincoln forced himself to calm down.
>"Leni," he began, more emotion spilling into his voice than he meant for, "You can't touch me there."
>"No!" Leni suddenly gripped his bulge through his jeans, drawing a strangled yelp from the little boy's throat. He shakily turned his head to look at her, terrified of what he'd find, only to see the teenage girl appear genuinely hurt and tears forming at the corners of her eyes.
>"L-Leni?"
>"No!" She repeated, and began to rub his dick through his jeans, leading Lincoln to fruitlessly try and still her arm even as he stared into her eyes. She shut her eyes hard and her shoulders shook with repressed emotion, before she finally barked something that made the little boy's blood run cold.
>"I saw what you and Lori did!"

It had been on that night two weeks ago. She'd gotten up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and had noticed Lincoln's door just barely open, noise emerging from within. She carefully pressed her eye against the crack to see inside.
>"Y-You and she were...! You and she were-" She grit her teeth and a single tear rolled down her cheek, emotion choking her. Lincoln's teeth started chattering again and his arms shook while he tried to get her hand to stop. Finally she stood up, throwing Lincoln back against the couch. Lincoln tried to cover his now obscene bulge with one hand while shakily looking up at the sister who towered over him, shrinking back against the couch as tears streamed down her cheeks.
>"She's not the only one who loves you, you know!?"
>Lincoln flinched at the pain in her voice as he almost fell sideways, little hands scrabbling against the cushions while his eyes darted this way and that for somewhere to run or somewhere to hide, hands comically but tragically unable to find any traction on the sofa fabric to help propel him away. Leni instantly fell on him, grabbing his arms by the wrists and holding them over his head. He shut his eyes as his sister leaned down to look into his face, his little heart jackrabbiting as he shook his head in an attempt to deny that any of this was happening, like if he shook it hard enough it would all just disappear and he'd wake up to Leni innocently cradling him.
>"Look at me, Lincoln!"
>He shook his head again.
>"Lincoln! -Please!-"
The pain in her voice cut into him like a knife, even now he couldn't simply do nothing when one of his sisters was hurting, and he slowly opened his eyes. What stared back at him was Leni, face drenched in tears but breathing steady, not a girl but a young woman, in pain but determined.
>He opened his mouth to ask something but when he did she just shut her eyes hard and pushed her lips against his, kissing his bottom lip as he gasped and shut his mouth, upper lip resting over hers. The passion in the kiss was undeniable, the effort she was making painted over her brow, her eyes kept shut while Lincoln's were wide open.
>The kiss was infinitely more chaste than it would have been had it been from Lori (she hadn't forced his mouth open and attacked his tongue for one) yet the emotion poured into it took his breath away. He ceased struggling against her hands as his arms simply fell limp, before the young woman finally pulled away and opened her eyes.
>She stared down at him with a mysterious expression as one of her hands came up and pushed the strap of her dress over her shoulder, first one and then the other, and it fell to the ground.

>She looked away from him shyly, hands hovering in front of her breasts and mound, a furious blush coloring her cheeks.
>"W-well?"
>Lincoln just stared at her wordlessly, unsure what she wanted him to say or do.
>"I know I'm not as...developed as Lori," she began, head turning to a different direction but still totally unable to meet his eyes. She forced her hands to lower. "B-but my tummy's really toned! I exercise really hard..." She seemed to be wilting before Lincoln's very eyes, shrinking back and arms shaking as she forced her hands to stay behind her back to give Lincoln a good view of her. Tears welled up in her eyes again but she shut them and shook her head, steeling her determination. She fell to her knees and her hands darted forward, quickly undoing the button on his jeans and starting to pull down his zipper. Lincoln's hands shot forward and grabbed her by the wrists.
>"Leni!"
>"No, Lincoln!" It was no use. His sisters were so strong. Why were they so strong!? She easily pulled down his zipper and yanked his jeans down. They tangled around his ankles as he struggled and ended up immobilizing his legs. Next Leni grabbed the waistband of his undies, fingers trembling a bit, then pulled them down. Her breath hitched in her throat as his dick sprung forward and nearly smacked her in the face. She gawked at his straining erection as Lincoln blushed all the way to his ears, struggling against the couch like he was trying to melt into it, tangled up legs kicking uselessly into the air.
>Her lip quivered as she looked at it but she took a deep breath to steel herself, gave a determined nod and then fell upon it.

>Lincoln howled as he felt his big sister's mouth envelop his rod, eyes bulging, mind reeling, denying with everything he had that this could be happening, not again, not with Leni, no no no no no...
>Leni for her part had almost been paralyzed the moment the first drop of her brother's precum had touched her tongue, the taste lancing her brain with such a sharp lust it almost knocked the breath out of her lungs. How could he taste so good? This was like the best smoothie in the world times ten. She needed more. HAD to have more! Her tongue lashed at his cock, sucking on her little brother's dick with everything she had, twisting her head this way and that as she tried to figure out the best angle to take him the deepest, the little boy shivering and shuddering and melting and trembling as the girl devoured him.
>"No no no no" he repeated, eyes wide as he felt Leni forcibly drawing his ejaculation out of him, his hips sunk uselessly into the couch cushions as he tried to pull away from the searing joy that was her mouth but his big sister followed him down, resulting only in him being drawn deeper in her throat when he became too exhausted to struggle against the furniture and let it push him back up, Leni's mouth not drawing back to her old position, seemingly overjoyed at her brother pushing his hips in deeper, until finally her nose was pushing against his pubes and his entire length had vanished into her throat. Leni giggled as the sparse downy hair Lincoln had down there tickled her nose and the vibration this caused traveled down his length and gave him so much pleasure it made him want to die.

>He could resist no longer and his orgasm finally erupted from what felt like the base of his spine, legs stiffening, eyes widening, tongue lolling out of his mouth as drool spilled down his chin. His biceps tightened and his breath grew short as he arrived at a climax no less intense than Lori could draw from him, a gut-wrenching, neuron-searing pump that felt like it was destroying him.
>Leni choked at the first shot of cum down her throat, her gasp of surprise making it go into her windpipe, the inexperienced girl pulling back from his cock wideyed as his dick spasmed and showered her in cum. The first shot painted her forehead, followed by two squirts that landed in her hair, then one over her shut eye, one up her nose that sent her into another coughing fit, then into her open mouth, then decreasing in intensity they fell against her chin, neck, then breasts.

>Lincoln had shut his eyes the entire time, trying to resist going crazy as sensations and emotions that were never supposed to be experienced by such a young boy crashed over him like a tsunami and threatened to consume his mind. Memories of more innocent times flashed in his mind as he tried to find something, anything he could to anchor himself with.
>Once he finally felt like he could open his eyes without falling apart in a way where he couldn't be put back together, he did. And the sight that greeted him almost did just that.
>Leni stared up at the ceiling blankly, chest rising and falling, sperm dripping from her features and in her hair and down her chest and into her bra, a few drops oozing down her navel and making her shiver as they neared her pussy. Her mouth opened and closed wordlessly before she gave a hard swallow, the feeling of the sperm that had accumulated in her mouth dripping down her throat almost making her cum right then and there, before shakily lowering her gaze towards Lincoln.

>"That...Linc, I..."
>Her hands fell forward to rest next to either one of his legs on the couch and she pushed herself up and over him, gently knocking him on his side as she crept atop him, her eyes wide all the while. Lincoln felt as though he was being overtaken by a giant spider as Leni forced her face, an expression of shock plastered on it, close to his.
>Neither said anything for a while as she just stared at him, sweat dripping down Lincoln's forehead, palms damp, eyes frightened. Leni's meanwhile was totally impassive, mouth occasionally opening as though to say something, then closing when she thought better of it. This went on for a while until finally Leni opened her mouth again but instead of saying anything she just kissed him, forcing her lips against his jaw, then cheek, forehead, desperately, the kiss reminding him of Lori, only Leni was leaving little spots of his own cum on him as she gently harassed him with kisses all over his nervous little face.
>"Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln...", she began mindlessly repeating, hand dipping towards her midsection where he couldn't see.
>"Leni, stop..." He demanded miserably, already knowing resistance was futile, despair hammering at his temples and threatening to consume him whole. "Stop..." He just offered again, totally lacking in any reasoning, his exhausted child's body just shrinking against the couch.
>"It's not fair..." She whispered under her breath, her hand stilling, causing Lincoln to look back at her.
>"It's not fair, Lincoln!" She finally declared, creeping her knees forward as she pulled her panties down with a thumb.
>"Everyone here loves you just as much as Lori does!"
>no no no no no
>"W-we all do..." She paused sadly, then pulled her panties off her ankle and pounced on Lincoln, straddling his midsection.
>"So why only her!?" Tears began streaming past her cheeks again as she pressed a hand against Lincoln's chest, then balled a fist and pounded at it gently, causing the little boy to flinch as she cast her head down and hid her eyes from him.
>"You think...", she repeated, "You think, like, what!?" She turned an accusing glare back at him, her eyes red and swollen.
>"You think you can just..." Her hand found his dick and shakily pointed it towards her pussy, her hand trembling as her chest shook with emotion. All the while all Lincoln could think was just no, no, no no no no
>"Well you're wrong!" She finally declared, seemingly having finished the one-sided argument she was having with this phantom Lincoln, lowering her hips as her womanhood slowly began to engulf her little brother's penis. Centimeter by centimeter she swallowed him up until something unexpected happened, something that Lincoln hadn't experienced before, even with Lori.
>His cock met a barrier.

>Oh no oh no please
>"Leni, stop!" The young boy struggled to get away from her, incredibly careful not to push his hips up as he tried to crawl away backwards, but a hand shot forward and came to rest just next to his head and over his shoulder, immobilizing him even as it sent a deep current of fear running through him.
>"This is nothing." Leni suddenly declared as she looked down at Lincoln, although he could tell the pain she was experiencing was making her hand tremble. She briefly shut her eyes before opening them again.
>"I love you, Lincoln." She announced in a whisper so quiet, so delicate and fragile, that it almost made his heart break. And then, like Lori, she let herself drop.

>Both of them screamed as Lincoln's dick was driven into his older sister's pussy, her at the pain of him piercing her hymen, him at the feeling of her desperate, clutching cunt spasming all over his cock. As good as Lori felt Leni's pussy was so tight, the muscles so unyielding, that it nearly hurt. Only a few drops of blood managed to escape her tightly packed entrance, the red drops rolling down his exposed shaft catching the moonlight pouring in through the window and making Lincoln whimper as his sister shook on top of him, struggling to get his entire length into her.
>"Stop, stop," he repeated miserably, tears he didn't know he still had from pain he didn't know he could still experience spilling from his eyes, his hands searching for something to grab on to to get some purchase. "Stop," he begged.
>"...s much..." The shivering girl whispered as she worked to screw herself down on her little brother's aching cock, pussy clutching at it so hard it felt like it was leaving bruises. The little boy pricked his ears even through the maelstrom of emotion to hear what she was saying.
>"Just as much..." She repeated, her efforts rewarding her with a couple more inches snuggled safely inside of her.
>"I love you just as much!" She finally screamed as her and Lincon's hips finally met, all of Lincoln's cock now enveloped in his big sister's formerly virgin pussy.

>A sob broke in his chest, hard enough to lift his back from the couch, and he let his hands fall over him, hugging his own arms and shutting his eyes tight. Leni grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back down, then fell over his chest, hands rubbing, pushing, seemingly searching for something before simply meeting behind his waist as she fell forward and gave her little brother the last thing he was expecting: a hug.
>It was only now that her chest was pressed against him that he could tell she was crying, the girl seemingly howling into his chest, the sounds she was making muffled by his orange polo shirt. Not knowing what else to do, not knowing what else he COULD do, his little brother instincts kicked in and without anything else he could do, he brought his arms up, Leni instantly tensing when she felt his hands brush against her shoulders, before encircling her and hugging her back. There was a long, pregnant pause where the girl was perfectly still before Leni suddenly shook against his chest again, pulling her tear-stained face away from his now tear-stained shirt and stared at him miserably.
>"I love you just as much." She squeaked, and for lack of an alternative Lincoln simply stared back into her eyes, his own increasingly dead, and replied.
>"I love you too, Leni." His voice was drained of any emotion, his mind was a howling wasteland of despair, but through all of that he just fell back on what it was his nature to be.
>A good little brother.
>The squeal Leni gave caught in her tear-soaked throat and she coughed, all of her emotions and thoughts fighting with each other to spill out of her mouth, and none winning, so that what came out of her was merely joy-stricken babble.
>"OmigoshLincolnI'msohappyIwasoafraidyoudidn'tlikemeanymoreyoudidn'tlikeanyofusanymoreyoujustlikedLoriandIwasoscared-" She paused to take in a deep breath, "I was so scared, Lincoln! I was so scared!"
>Lincoln just held her by the shoulders and grit his teeth, the moment he said he loved her her cunt had instantly tightened in a way he didn't know was possible, and the subsequent explosion of joy and relief that swept through her had caused her muscles to milk him ruthlessly, her pussy working tirelessly to wrench his orgasm from him.
>His eyelids fluttered and his eyes burned as sweat dripped down from his forehead into his eyes, his big sister now bouncing eagerly on his lap like a happy puppy, her babble never ceasing even as she unwittingly forced his dick to pound her over and over again. Lincoln shuddered.
>"Leni, we can't." He gasped as a particularly visceral jolt of pleasure lanced into him, his mind instantly reset even as he desperately tried to speak.
>"If I come in you I'll knock you up..." He moaned pitifully, expending all his efforts in keeping his hips from meeting his innocent big sister's thrusts.
>"Lincoln!" She gasped, shocked, "You can't come on to me! I'm your sister!" She remembered reading somewhere that it was very bad for siblings to flirt with each other. That explained it: one wrong word could get one of them knocked out!
>"No!" He moaned pitifully, mind racing for the right words, Leni-speak.
>"If I cum...", he struggled fruitlessly, "The stork..."
>"The stork is coming?" She paused briefly, the brief respite giving him the time he needed to draw in a breath, gather his thoughts to continue.
>"Omigosh!" She cried, falling back on his dick, the sensation wrenching what words he was going to say from his mind and back into the void.
>"Is somebody getting pregnant!? Who's getting pregnant!? Come on, Lincoln! You have to tell me! Who's getting pregnant? Who's getting pregnant?" She repeated, a joyful smile on her face, bouncing quicker and quicker with each query as she eagerly questioned her little brother. Her hips were now a blur as her butt bounced up and down over his legs, her face so close to his he could smell her breath. Smoothie and cum.
>"Who's getting pregnant, Lincoln!?"
>"Oh God! Leni!"
>He could resist no further and pushed his hips up as hard as he could, his cockhead glancing against her cervix and instantly muting the young girl, her eyes widened as she gurgled at the sudden sensation, words catching in her lips as the most powerful orgasm in her young life crashed into her like a freight train.
>One similar in intensity to the one the little boy was feeling as his own dam finally broke. Every sense, notion, moral, fear, everything that made him who he was blended in his head as he jetted spurt after spurt of his virile young cum into his sister's unprotected womb. Leni almost fell off of him at the unexpected feeling of him soaking her insides in what felt like his endlessly warm love, her back turning to jelly as she fell against the side of the couch, her body limp and shivering even as her cunt instinctually stroked him in an attempt to prolong and amplify his orgasm. The little boy glared mindlessly, defeated, up at the ceiling, through the ceiling, up into the sky, at God, as what felt like a pint of cum was drawn up out of his body and up into his poor, innocent big sister. No no no no no no. He gave a choking, soul-destroying sob, but it was dry. His little body had run out of tears.

>Leni shuddered as she sat atop him in a daze, her naturally hazy mind knocked almost permanently off balance from the mind-shattering sensation of her little brother cumming inside her. It felt like she could forget how to breath right now, if she let herself. She took in a deep, unsteady breath and reached out a shaky hand, resting it on Lincoln's chest as she gathered the energy necessary to push herself off him.
>Lincoln's eyes rolled down to watch Leni decouple from him, expecting another puddle of cum to drip down her thighs the moment his cock stopped filling her pussy, like what had happened with Lori, but instead only a couple of beads of cum streamed out. His sister's pussy was so tight it had left practically his entire orgasm swimming in Leni's young womb.
>'Right where it belongs,' she seemed to be saying as she held a hand over her stomach with a gentle and satisfied smile. She had felt heartbreakingly empty the moment she'd pulled off from Lincoln but soon the warmth of his cum seemed to spread out inside her and replace the one from his cock, reminding the pretty young girl of how much he loved her.
>She seemed the very picture of motherhood then, glowing in the moonlight, humming to herself as she steepled her fingers over her belly and smiled down mysteriously at nothing in particular. Confident but shy. Beautiful and vulnerable. The emotion that welled up within him made him so disgusted with himself he felt the bile rise up in his throat.
>"I'm going to get an early night," he announced. He didn't stutter or shiver. He was way past that now. He felt like he'd reached some new valley, a despair so perfect it nestled in his heart like a diamond. Steady hands reached down and disentagled his jeans, pulling them on his legs as he stood up. His knees very nearly gave out the moment he was on his feet, but he stood up. He didn't want to worry Leni. That just wasn't who he was, for better or worse.
>"L-Lincoln?"
>Leni seemed unsure as she stood there, cast in the moonlight, her eyebrows furrowed in worry.
>"Are...Are you mad at me?"
>A flurry of emotions surged through him as he turned to look at her, genuine concern on her face, fingers fidgeting against each other nervously, and he knew how easy it would be to hurt her with just the smallest stray word.
>"No, Leni." He forced a gentle smile on to his face. "I love you."
>Relief flooded through her in an awesome wave as she released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding and allowed her shoulders to sag. Her face finally brightened up.
>"I love you too, Lincoln!"
>He pursed his lips into a friendly smile and nodded, turning back and climbing up the stairs as Leni gathered up her clothes. He calmly opened the door to his room and shut it, making sure to lock it behind him. He pulled off his shirt and pants and folded them neatly before changing into his PJs, then followed up by combing his disheveled hair with his fingers in the reflection from his empty terrarium. He pulled back the covers on his bed, climbed inside and rested his head against his pillow. And then, once all that was done, he cried.