London Calling, Chapter 4: Let's Make This Precious (FINALE)

>Luna looks at the clock again.
>7:12 PM.
>She does the math in her head.
>One week, four days, fifteen hours, fifty-five minutes, eleven seconds.
>She sighs, leaning her head against the back of the couch.
>He was supposed to be home four hours, fifteen minutes ago.
>Luna sits in the living room, staring at the TV.
>She's not really watching it; Lola's in control of it right now.
>What not to Wear.
>For the sixth hour in a row.
>She's definitely earning some brownie points with the pageant vet, but she doesn't care about that.
>She wants Lincoln back home.
>She misses him.
>She shifts her legs uncomfortably.
>She can feel how slick they are.
>She really misses him.
>Finally, the last show on the marathon ends.
>Luna halfheartedly waves Lola off as she wanders off for something else to do.
>Sighing, she checks the clock again.
>One week, four days, seventeen hours, twenty-nine minutes, thirty-three seconds.
>She buries her face in her hands.
>This is going to be the death of her.

>*Kish!*
>"Hueh, buh? Whu?" Luna grunts, jerking awake.
>Was that the car door slamming shut?
>Blinking out the sleep, Luna carefully climbs down her bunk and pads to the door.
>Listening carefully, she can make out the front door creaking open, then clicking shut.
>Hushed whispering, then three sets of footsteps trying to quietly move through the house.
>Two of them at least.
>One pair quickly scampers up the stairs and barrels down the hallway, noise be damned.
>A door slams none too subtly, followed by a muffled ruckus in the room beyond hers.
>Lynn, no doubt.
>Now she hears a second pair coming up.
>Much more quietly, the stranger scales the steps, navigating the minefield to the bathroom.
>Luna turns back to see if Luan is still snoozing.
>"...Whuddeyah call a serial killer who offs people with a potato peeler? A hash slingin' slasher...ah heheheh...hue...Snrk."
>Yep.
>She takes a chance and cracks open the door as the footsteps creep past her.
>She sees a splash of dirty orange and a tuft of filthy, off-white hair just before the bathroom door closes.
>Hearing the shower start, she can't help but grin, ear to ear.
>He's back!
>Lincoln's home!
>Oh joyous, joyous day!
>Not caring for the time, Luna closes the door behind her before sneaking toward her brother's room.

>Closing the door behind her, Luna gets to work.
>She quickly yanks off her shirt, shivering slightly at the draft.
>It's a cold night, and the window's been open for a few days.
>She can actually see her breath.
>No matter.
>Peeling off her drenched knickers and tossing them into the corner, she then opens the bottom drawer to Lincoln's dresser.
>A change of clothes and pyjamas, and four towels, neatly folded, greet her back.
>She's ready for tonight.
>Pulling back the covers, Luna slides into Lincoln's bed.
>The sheets are freezing.
>But with how hot she is, it's no time before it's nice and toasty.
>She can barely contain herself when she hears the shower turn off.
>She ducks her face into the sheets to hide her shit-eating grin when the door opens.
>Her eyes peek out, staring at her brother stumbling in.

>"Hey, luv," Luna purrs from her hiding spot, "I've warmed the bed for you~"
>Lincoln grunts, blindly grabbing the sheets and pulling them aside.
>"I missed you so much," she tries again, rolling a hand over her exposed breast, "so, so much, bruv~"
>He doesn't answer, simply climbing into bed, drawing the covers back, and rolling over.
>A little concerned now, Luna gently wraps her arms around her brother, drawing closer into a soft hug.
>"...Everything Ok?" she whispers, testing the waters.
>"...Jus' tired," he mumbles back.
>"Shhh, it's Ok, luv."
>She tightens her hug, trying to share her body heat with him to help him rest.
>While rubbing her chest into his back for good measure.
>Lincoln flinches at the embrace, gasping in pain and jerking back awake.
>Now she's worried.
>"W-what's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
>"No, n-no. Just...just sore."
>Luna's eyes narrow.
>"Lynn?"
>Lincoln simply sighs, nodding his head before laying back down.
>"...Lynn."
>He rolls over, letting Luna pull him close again.
>She kisses his forehead, tucking his chin into her collarbone.
>His hair is a glossy, healthy white again thanks to his shower.
>He smells so clean.
>"So, I've been a patient g-"
>Then he starts snoring.
>Luna huffs in annoyance before looking at the clock.
>3:33 AM.
>...Fine.
>She kisses his forehead again, pulling him with her as she rolls over.
>She loves feeling his weight on her.
>She can wait another day to talk to him.
>Among other objectives.

>"Luna. Luna, wake up."
>Luna cracks her eye open, the morning light beaming in through the window.
>The songbirds are in full swing.
>And so is her stomach.
>"Hurgh...what time izzit?" she groans, rubbing her eyes to get the gunk out.
>"Six-thirty. You need to get going. Now."
>She glances over at Lincoln, seeing him laying on the bed still.
>Good.
>Rolling over, Luna starts kissing Lincoln on the cheek, stroking her hand along his chest.
>"And why should I leave?"
>She puts on a face of mock dejection.
>"We haven't even said good morning yet."
>Lincoln flicks away her hand, though he does lean into her pecks.
>"Alright, alright. Good morning, Luna."
>She can see he's trying to be serious about this, but she can also see his eye glancing down at her boob.
>"Did you miss me?" she asks, draping her arm over his chest again, inching forward until her nipple presses up against his arm.
>He responds positively, snaking his arm under her back and pulling her tight.
>Stroking her shoulder blade, he returns a couple of his own kisses, peppering her forehead.
>"More than you think, sis," he answers.
>Luna sighs happily.
>"I really did miss this..." she mumbles.
>Just the two of them.
>Cuddling in a toasty bed in an early Sunday morning.
>Naked.
>Perfect.
>"Seriously though, you need to get out of here."

>Scoffing at the blatant snub, Luna none-too gently slaps her brother in the chest.
>He winces harder than he should have at the strike, pushing away and dropping off the bed with a cry.
>She sees the bruises as Lincoln disappears from sight.
>Ignoring her concern, she focuses more on her indignation.
>"And why should I?!" she snaps, glaring down at him on the floor, "Why are you kicking me out?"
>"Lori...left a note on the fridge last...night," he chokes out, struggling to catch his breath, "she's getting up early to check on me..."
>Luna gulps.
>"...When?"
>"Quarter to seven."
>Her head snaps to the clock.
>6:43 AM.
>"Oh bollocks," she whispers.
>Leaping from the sheets, Luna yanks open the bottom drawer, grabbing a pair of panties.
>Yanking them on, she then grabs one of her night shirts and worms into it.
>She has no time to care that her panties are on backwards.
>There's no time, dammit!
>Looking into the mirror to adjust her bed head, she notices the crumpled up form of her previous nightwear lying in the corner.
>Deftly kicking them under Lincoln's bed, she helps her brother up, apologizing quietly and profusely for striking him.
>"I didn't know those were there, luv," she whispers, sitting him back down as he nurses his camping injuries.
>Lincoln just waves her off.
>"No time, she's gonna come any-"
>*klak*
>"Bollocks," Luna hisses, cracking open the door and peering down the wall.
>Lori's form can be seen turning to the bathroom.
>Running the sink, she washes her face before entering the hall again.
>Think fast, Luna.
>Come on.
>Come on!

>Of course!
>Clearing her throat, Luna buzzes out a simple ring tone.
>Lori freezes, tilting her head back at her room.
>Licking her lips, Luna mimic's her sister's phone again.
>"Brrrz."
>Rolling her eyes, Lori turns on her heel and walks back to her room, muttering about Bobby being up early.
>"...I can't believe that worked," Lincoln says behind her.
>"Wow, yeah."
>Breathing a sigh of relief, Luna turns around and kneels down in front of him, pulling him into a light hug.
>"Sorry for the hit there, mate," she whispers, letting go and standing up again.
>"No worries, you know how Lynn is. You should get going, Lori won't fall for it again."
>"I know. We'll talk later tonight, luv... and Lincoln?"
>"Yea-Eep!"
>Before he could answer, Luna had her hand firmly on his package.
>Very firmly.
>"Do you remember what I told you before you left?"
>Her voice is dangerously calm.
>"D-don't leave a girl...w-waiting?" Lincoln stutters back, smiling fearfully.
>"Don't. Leave. A girl. Waiting."
>She finishes the threat with a squeeze before letting go.
>Ruffling his hair, Luna's face switches back to a laid back smirk.
>She opens the door again, making sure the coast is clear.
>As she leaves, she hangs her head back for the last word.
>"Welcome back, bro."
>She pads down the hallway before veering down the stairs, hoping to get a fresh brew running before anyone else comes down.
>Lincoln, meanwhile, sits in his room, a little afraid at his sister's mood swings.
>Wondering what made her so upset.
>Wondering when that boner she just gave him is going to die down.
>Hopefully before Lori com-
>"Lincoln? You awake?"
>Crap.

>The day is hectic, to say the least.
>The sisters, with their varying enthusiasm, welcomes their brother home as they awoke.
>Lily's happy to see Lincoln back, but she's more excited to get her hands on Bun Bun again.
>Lisa, ever the researcher, takes swabs of his mouth and ears, but stops short of taking a blood sample at Lori's threats.
>The twins have an argument over who missed him more, which quickly escalates to having to be separated before they hurt themselves.
>Lucy is her usual morose self, but her subtle change in attitude makes it clear she missed him and his proof-reading.
>Lynn delights in the attention she gets too. She went camping as well, after all.
>Luan plays nice for once, happy to have her favourite victim back. Leni's a close second, but the spider gimmick gets boring surprisingly fast.
>Luna, oddly enough, keeps her distance.
>A brisk hug, a punch in the arm, a simple "hey, and that's it.
>Leni can't get her hands off him, hugging him, holding his hand, and spending most of the morning and afternoon gossiping about her escapades at the mall, as well as everything that's happened during his absence.
>Lori keeps a respectful distance as well, though that's more due to her talking and bonding with him in the early morning.
>Again in his room, he looks at the clock.
>9:36 PM.
>Aside from the morning, Luna hasn't said a single word to him.
>Around this time, the House of Loud settles into a calm.
>The younger siblings are sent to bed, while the eldest usually retreat to their rooms, to prepare for the next morning.
>But Luna's actions worries Lincoln.
>Is she mad at him for booting her out so abruptly?
>She was trying to tell him something just before, too.
>Her declining lunch and blatant absence during supper just adds to the fire.
>Just as Lincoln is about to decide venturing to her room, he hears a rap on the door.
>"Linc?" A familliar scratchy voice calls, "can I come in?"
>He's not sure why, but Lincoln feels a chill run down his spine.

>"Come on in."
>Closing the door behind her, Luna stiffly closes the distance and sits down on the bed beside him.
>Her hands fidget, and she has trouble looking at him.
>"Everything Ok?"
>Lincoln drops down beside her, suddenly becoming aware of several things.
>Her hair is wet, and a few stray drops on her skin means she had a shower just before coming here.
>She's put on some perfume. She smells wonderful.
>Her lips have a glossiness to them, her cheeks are faintly rouge, and Lincoln can make out a hint of eyeshadow.
>Her legs are devoid of any stubble.
>She's also wearing the night shirt she wore when this all started.
>Memories of the past month rocket through his mind.
>She's clearly pulling out all the stops.
>All of this, and a general response that would make Pavlov proud, Lincoln feels his underwear tighten.
>"Mom says you grew an inch taller when you went out," she says softly, still bashfully looking away.
>Lincoln pats her shoulder before cupping her cheek, pulling her face to meet his.
>"Sorry about this morning. I would have let you stay if Lori didn't come in."
>Luna leans into his hand, nuzzling against the worn skin, her eyes closed.
>"I'm sorry too."
>"For what?"
>Without answering, Luna slides off the mattress.
>Dropping to the floor, she doesn't waste time getting into position.
>"Just a taste," she whispers desperately, more to herself than anyone else.
>She grabs the waistband, almost ripping the fabric as she yanks it off her brother.
>*Thwip*
>His wiener springs free, clipping against her nose before slapping against his waist.
>Her eyes grow wide.
>Her lips tremble.
>She leans closer, marveling at the glorious sight before her.
>She coos weakly, pressing his length against her face.
>Then she draws back, opens her mouth, and engulfs him to the hilt in one swift motion.
>She missed him so much.
>And now she has him all to herself for the rest of the night.


>Lincoln leans back, focusing on his breathing and simply going with the flow.
>His member quickly grows to full mast, filling his sister's mouth.
>Luna works fast, bobbing her head as deeply as she can handle, pulling back to swirl her tongue around his head, before fully releasing to drag her tongue roughly against the underside of him.
>She's breathing much harder than him, her eyes gleaming as she inspects her work.
>"You've grown bigger," she rasps, planting a loving kiss against his twitching head.
>"Luna, I'm c-close," he warns, his fingers clenching the sheets.
>She licks her lips.
>She wants to drink him in.
>There must be so much stuff stored up in there.
>A large pearly drip oozes out of the silt.
>She's so hungry.
>But she's made up her mind.
>Getting to her feet, Luna throws off her shirt, crossing over to grab a couple towels.
>She makes a show of digging deeply into the drawer, swaying and bobbing her heart-shaped butt in front of her brother's face.
>She half-hoped he would just take her there.
>Just...knock her to the floor and pin her down under his weight.
>Ignoring her protests, he would force himself upon her, making her his.
>Her knees suddenly lose strength, and she has to grab the dresser to stay on her feet.
>Turning around, she stares hungrily into her brother's eyes.
>She just about came from that.
>She realizes then that she's rapidly losing control of the situation.
>Time for some damage control.

>Tossing the towels at him, Luna saunters over to the bed.
>Granted, there's not much room, but she make it work.
>Lincoln's eyes are firmly locked onto her shaking hips and drenched slit as she draws closer.
>Closing the distance, she wraps her arms around his neck and placing her legs around his.
>Her boobs rub down against his face as she slowly, slowly, painfully slowly crouches down.
>Rolling her hips slightly backward, she manages to rub her slit against his length, dragging down as she pins his dick between them.
>Almost reaching climax again, Luna clutches her brother tightly, breathing deeply into his ear as she slowly soaks his lap.
>Judging from the furious throbbing against her tummy or his fingers digging painfully into her rump, he's not far off from popping himself.
>Using her weight to force them both still, Luna whispers huskily into her brother's ear while they slowly back off from the edge.
>"I haven't done anything...since you left," she whispers hotly, her lips brushing against his ear.
>Her fingers lightly scratch his back.
>They can feel each other's pulse through their connecting point.
>"I need it, Linc," she whimpers.
>Her breasts grind roughly against his chest.
>She briefly notices the scratching of a few stray hairs, but pushes it aside.
>"I need it so bad, Linc. Can you help me?"
>Lincoln's eyes are firmly shut, focused solely on holding back the crashing climax threatening to ruin everything.
>"W-what do you n-need?" he responds, his teeth grit.

>Luna leans back, grabbing his hands with hers.
>Bringing them up to her chest, she lets him have a free squeeze before pulling them away.
>She waits until his eyes open.
>"Lincoln, I...I trust you would never hurt me. Would you hurt me?"
>"N-never!"
>She smiles at his too-fast answer.
>Her face and chest are beet-red.
>"Lincoln..."
>She leans forward again, rubbing her cheek against his.
>Her hands reach back, guiding him to his prize.
>"I want you..."
>Sliding his sweaty palms against her creamy thighs, Luna nudges them forward, feeling them tentatively dig into her cheeks.
>She swallows, a sudden wave of anxiety surging through her.
>She can do this.
>Come on, Luna, deep breath.
>She licks her lips, the tip flicking against the inside of his ear.
>Her face is nuclear.
>Her breathing is wild.
>His fingers plunge in between her cheeks.
>"To stick it in my butt."

>Luna hugs her brother tight, feeling his dick twitch excitedly between them.
>She counts the seconds, waiting for an answer.
>One.
>Two.
>Three.
>Please say yes.
>Four.
>Please say yes.
>Nine.
>Please say something.
>Twenty-two.
>Please...
>At thirty seconds, Luna pulls back from the embrace.
>She forces herself to look him in the face.
>He stares back.
>Blankly.
>His eyes are like a saucer.
>His face is purple.
>The poor boy is suffering from overteasing.
>Call 911.
>"Lincoln...?" Luna asks, gently tapping his nose for attention.
>His eyes flick over in her direction, the pupils focusing on her face.
>She didn't expect him to grab her face like that.
>She definitely didn't expect him to lean in, pressing his lips against hers.
>A kiss.
>He's kissing her.
>And like that, all the fear and anxiety Luna had been wrestling with all day simply melts away.
>The tar of her negative emotions turning into fuel.
>A fuel that can barely support the roaring fire in her heart and her loins.
>She accepts the kiss, pushing her face against his, sliding her tongue into his mouth, dancing with his tongue, exploring his insides.

>Luna can't resist dragging her nails roughly against Lincoln's back, raking his innards with her touch.
>She dimly wonders if she'll draw blood.
>Or leave a scar.
>The thought of her leaving her own mark on him makes her realize just how dangerously close she is to cumming.
>Pushing herself away, Luna stumbles back, gasping loudly as she stares at Lincoln's dick pulsing angrily.
>He stares back at her, his sucking in air.
>For a time, nothing happens between the two Louds.
>Just getting their bearings, trying to control their desires.
>Luna manages to get her voice back.
>"I-if you're worried about a mess, luv," she starts, staggering to the bed again, pulling the towels apart.
>"You don't need to worry about any of that. I've cleaned myself out down...down there."
>Come on, girl.
>No cold feet now.
>You promised him a show.
>Pulling herself onto the bed, she adjusts the towels while giving him a wondrous sight of her backside.
>She turns around, squeezing his hand.
>She looks away briefly, her pale skin flushed.
>"Promise you'll be gentle?" she whispers.
>He nods.
>"Yes," he croaks.
>"If...if I ask you to stop, will you?"
>"Y-yes."
>She looks into his eyes once more.
>She can see the pain in his face from all the foreplay, but she also sees love.
>So much love in his eyes.
>She leans in, brushing her lips against his one more time.
>"Well then," she breathes.
>Her eyes are lidded.
>Her lips tremble.
>"...Let's make this precious."
>She turns around, spreading her knees to keep her balance, resting her head on the pillow.
>She feels the bed start to shift.
>She whimpers softly as a hand rests on her cheeks.
>She closes her eyes when a finger drags against her slit, collecting as much juice as possible.
>Luna bites her lip as Lincoln presses his finger against her hole, teasing her entrance.

>Luna tries to keep her breathing steady and her body relaxed as Lincoln pokes around.
>Key word being "tries."
>She squeaks and instinctively tightens up whenever his fingers press against her asshole, denying him access wholesale.
>She whimpers and sighs when he rubs her slit, gathering more fluids to try again.
>A deadly game of cat and...other cat.
>Her mind is a bogged down mess of contradictory feelings.
>Fear at the coming pain.
>Trust that her brother won't hurt her.
>Excitement at the coming pleasure.
>Anxiety that she won't satisfy him.
>More anxiety that she'll only take two or three strokes before popping.
>Even more anxiety that she might sh-
>"Luna, this isn't working," Lincoln complains, interrupting her train of thought.
>"I-I'm sorry," she sighs, "T-this is just intense, you know?"
>"Don't worry about it," he retorts, gently patting her cheek, "I've got an idea."
>"What's thauugh~"
>Her knees almost give out from the surprise sensation of Lincoln scooting closer, wedging his dick between her cheeks.
>Firmly nestled, he reaches up with his hands and rests his sticky palms on her shoulders.

>Luna arches her back, craning her shoulders as far back as she could as Lincoln gave her a massage.
>His fingers dance along her muscles and tendons, years of Lori, Leni and his mother teaching him the ropes finally paying off.
>With every stroke, pinch and caress, more of his sister's stress escaped her body.
>With every knot in her back and shoulder being loosened, so too does a belt of whispy sighs and happy murmurs.
>As his fingers drum across her spine, a rattled moan escapes her lips.
>The irony of being played like a Goddamn piano is not lost on the girl.
>And every time she reacts to his touch, she can feel him grind against her rear end.
>Her breathing evens out.
>Her body stops twitching and shaking.
>Her eyes grow heavy.
>Fully dipping into the lake of tranquility, Luna's upper body becomes fully slack.
>In her foggy state, she dimly hears Lincoln, as if far, far away, saying something to her.
>What she thinks she says is "Sure, go crazy."
>What she really says is "Bee ha, bala hala ba ba..."
>"Luna!"
>That wakes her back up.
>"I'm up, I'm up! Wh-what's wrong?"
>"you fell asleep for a second there."
>"Oh. Sorry, your fingers are magic, mate."
>"Clearly. It worked."
>"What did?"
>Luna belts out a strangled gasp as Lincoln draws his hips back, his dick sliding out partway.
>Before driving back in slowly, bottoming out easily, making her let loose a low, bleating moan.
>Her hips automatically push back, grinding roughly against his pelvis to keep the sensations going.
>"Sh-sh-shit, that f-f-f-feels good."
>"I'm going to g...go slow, Ok? Hoo, this is nice, Luna..."

>Using her hips as leverage, Lincoln starts thrusting his hips.
>Coupled with her phenomenal tightness and her calves hooking up behind him, he has to put his back into it.
>He does his level best to keep his rhythm under control.
>In, out, breathe. In, out, breathe.
>"Harder~"
>Lincoln freezes, making Luna whine desperately.
>"What?" he gasps, ignoring her heels weakly beating against his backside.
>Luna buries her face into the pillow, humiliated and desperate at the same time.
>"I'm so close, bro! Please, h-harder! Don't m-m-make me wait!"
>Well then.
>He looks over at the comics strewn over the counter.
>He locks eyes with Ace Savvy.
>He can hear words of encouragement from his hero.
>"Stick it in her good, boy."
>Lincoln nods quietly, a single, resolute tear trickling down his face.
>Thank you, Ace Savvy.
>Thank you.
>Taking a deep breath, Lincoln drapes himself over his sibling's back, almost knocking her flat on her stomach.
>He slowly, torturously drags his cock out, until only his head is left.
>"Luna?"
>"Hm?" a tiny squeak from the pillow answers.
>Wrapping his arms around her waist, Lincoln gives her the big three words.
>"I love you."
>*GLUTCH*
>Before Luna could respond, he braces his feet and slams down, rocketing his hips as hard as he could, burying himself to the hilt in dat ass.
>Even when biting the pillow, Luna could be clearly heard shrieking at the abrupt pistoning.

>*Shap! Shap! Shap!*
>The room is flooded with the torrid, sundering cacophony of sodomy.
>Lincoln lays on top of his sister, his wiry arms crushing around her slender, tender waist, his young pelvis a blur as he puts all that cardio Lynn forced him to do to work.
>Luna slouched beneath him, muffling her screaming in his pillow while desperately struggling to keep her milky legs from collapsing under.
>Even with the window open, the stench of sex was almost visible.
>The pain from her buggering mixed and swirled deliciously with the sheer tsunami of pleasure wracking her body.
>The friction of her sore nipples grinding against the towel was...exquisite.
>She's close.
>She can see the light.
>She can hear the singing whispers of angels.
>She smells burnt toast.
>She can taste vanilla ice cream.
>She's so close.
>But it isn't enough.
>It's not enough.
>"Iiiit's not enough!" Luna wails, yanking her head back just long enough to gulp a fresh lungfull of air.
>"Lincolnnnn, p-p-please~!" she pants, slamming her face back into the tear-streaked pillow.
>She tries desperately to focus on the pleasure, to let it throw her off the cliff and into the unknown depths of ecstasy below.
>And then Lincoln stops, burying himself to the hilt in her butt.
>Gyrating his hips, he rolls his dick around her insides, scraping against her walls.
>Luna gurgles weakly against this new act.
>How the Hell does this kid know all these things?

>Then he stops.
>She feels him draw back again.
>Lincoln drags his dick out of her, until just the head was stuck in her.
>Luna can feel him get on his tiptoes, stretching his body across her back until his lips reach her ears.
>"Psst. Luna, hey."
>"P-please...stop t-teasing."
>Her response is a weak rasp.
>Her throat is at its limit.
>"Guess what."
>Luna squeezes her eyes shut.
>She can't take anymore.
>"W...what?" she rasps?
>Then his fingers slip into her pussy.
>She squeaks at the surprise invasion.
>She tries to turn her head, but it's already too late.
>She can only catch a faint glimpse of his teeth, his mouth split into a full shit-eating grin.
>"Deedle deedle dee~"
>His fingers wiggle vigorously, tickling her walls.
>Particularly, a small spot near her entrance, about the size of a stamp.
>Luna stops breathing, and time all but stops for her.
>And that.
>Was.
>It.
>Luna kicks her legs up as hard as she can.
>With a satisfying "TOK!" her heels connect with Lincoln's rump.
>The inertia from the double blow forces the boy, caught off guard, to rock his hips down.
>Causing him to bottom out in her bowels.
>Setting off another domino.
>Luna's ass clenches, almost crushing Lincoln's shaft in it's constriction.
>Both of her holes milking him for all its worth.
>Which finally set him off.

>Lincoln's face contorts into one of near-pain as his own climax puts him through a wall.
>Unable to jackrabbit his hips like his instincts screech at him to do, he can only push against her hips, grinding his legnth roughly against her insides, trying vainly to lodge himself deeper inside of her.
>His bony arms, fueled by adrenaline and lust, try their damnedest to crush her waist.
>Sadly, an eleven-year-old could muster only so much muscle, so he's reduced to only squeezing her as hard as he can.
>*Shriiip!*
>Lincoln's poor battered bedsheets finally give, ripping open from the sheer onslaught the two lovers have given them.
>Lincoln can feel a groan rumbling up from his throat, but his hands are too busy grappling Luna's sublime waistline to cover the noise.
>There's only one option.
>"GYARM!"
>Luna doesn't even notice her brother biting down on her shoulder, to quiet his moaning.
>All that her fevered brain is focusing on right now is that wonderful red-hot iron lodged in her backside.
>She can feel every throbbing vein, pulsing muscle, twitch of skin.
>It's...perfect.
>Then she feels it grow.
>In reality, it grew maybe a millimeter, from the increased bloodflow.
>In her overwhelmed mind, she felt it poking her spleen.
>Then, with one final jolt, Luna felt Lincoln's cum spray inside her.
>It's so hot, it feels like she's being scalded.
>She vaguely recalls telling him that she hadn't touched herself since he went on that camping trip.
>It's clear he's been holding back too.
>But that's not important.
>What is, though, is him filling her empty belly.

>For two minutes, Lincoln fills her with his seed.
>Even when she rolls over, he still clings tight to her.
>When he finally finishes, he weakly pulls out of her, rolling onto his back.
>She feels full.
>bloated.
>Luna sighs.
>Overwhelmingly satisfied.
>Now that the lust had faded, Luna rolls over to face her baby brother.
>He looks exhausted.
>But the gleam in his eye and the crooked smirk?
>He clearly enjoyed it.
>She timidly taps his shoulder.
>"Lin...Lincoln?" she croaks, her voice breaking.
>"Can...can yo...ice c...cr'm?"
>As bad as she felt breaking his nirvana, Luna's throat was killing her.
>And her stomach.
>She needs to fill it with something, now.
>Nodding tiredly, Lincoln props himself into a sitting position, and with a huff, stands on his shaky, wobbly knees.
>Almost toppling over reaching for his drawers, the boy slips on a fresh pair of undies before staggering down the stairs.
>And almost falling down them with a yelp.

>Lincoln returns quickly enough, two bowls of Neapolitan in his hands.
>He passes one to Luna, which she gratefully accepts.
>She smiles warmly at the sight of sprinkles, in the crude shape of a smiley face, grinning back at her.
>She doesn't waste any time, gorging herself on the delectable coldstuff.
>When she finishes licking the bowl and picking the odd sprinkle out of the sheets, Lincoln passes her a ginger ale.
>Carefully cracking the seal, Luna takes a sip of the bubbly fluid, letting it sooth her ravaged voicebox.
>"Thanks bro," she whispers, leaning down to kiss his cheek.
>As she moves, she feels her brother's waistband brush against her bare hip.
>Then she remembers she's still naked.
>Then she realizes they just had sex.
>Very sweaty sex.
>She sniffs her shoulder.
>"Help me up, bro," she says, placing her feet on the floor. "We need a shower."
>Using him as a crutch and with her free hand cupped between her legs to catch any spillage, Luna and Lincoln go to the bathroom and run the shower.
>Neither of them have the energy to do anything but help each other scrub themselves clean.
>As clean as can be, they leave the bathroom, but not before Lincoln apologetically puts a band-aid on his sister's bitemark.

>"Hold up," Luna whispers, stretching an arm out to block Lincoln's exit.
>"Your room's in no shape for you to sleep in right now," she reasons.
>"And it's going to take all night for the smell to clear out, and I don't think either of us want to get worked up again," she finishes, playfully poking her elbow into Lincoln's ribs.
>"Well, where am...ah, I going to sleep then?" he asks, not bothering to hold back the yawn.
>Pressing her finger to her lips, Luna creeps down to her room, tapping the door open.
>"...ya pork her! Ah heh...hrmm..."
>Ignoring her snoring sibling, Luna waves Lincoln into her room.
>Helping him climb up to her bunk, she then scales the tower as well.
>"You'll have to be out of here by six-thirty if you don't want to get caught," she whispers.
>"Six-thirty...ah, got...uh, gotcha."
>Lincoln's eyes were droopy, his breathing was slowing down, and took a lot for him to raise his arms in a hug.
>"G...good night...L..."
>Luna barely wrapped her arms around him before he fell asleep, snoring almost as loudly as Luan.
>Petting his hair, she slips back down to get dressed.
>No longer nude, she clambers back up and joins her brother on the mattress, pulling the heavy quilt over them both.
>Lincoln rolls over and latches onto her.
>Yawning now, Luna returns the hug, spooning the boy as sleep starts overtaking her.
>They'll need to ask Leni to mend the sheets in the morning.
>And replace the pillows.
>Luna presses her lips against Lincoln's forehead.
>She closes her eyes.
>Smiling.

~Fin~