Leni models for Lincoln

Lincoln fidgeted nervously, as he sat waiting inside Leni's room. Since Lori had cleared out for college, the entire closet had become Leni's and so she would often disappear inside of it for extended periods of time. She had also begun to ask Lincoln to be her critic, more often. Meaning that, like he was doing right now, Lincoln sat on Lori's old bed and did his best to wait patiently. Whilst Leni dug through the closet and threw down clothes that got in the way.

She finally emerged, or rather bounced, out of the closet with a perfectly lovely white dress; that just so happened to be adorned with red and green Christmas lights. Lincoln balked at the idea of Leni wearing hot glass with electricity running around her dress. "I'm going to have to categorise this idea as dangerous, dispose of immediately." Lincoln told his ditsy older sister.
"You don't like it?" Leni asked, her bottom lip quivering a little.
"I like it, but-" Lincoln put his hand on his neck, as he thought of an excuse. "It's the green and red, they don't go with pure white." He fibbed.
"Oh, you're right." Leni said slowly, as if Lincoln had just spoken with the wisdom of Solomon. Then she immediately perked right up and exclaimed. "Well, I guess I can try this idea again for new year's!" Lincoln shuddered, having realised that he had created problems for himself, further down the line.

Leni dived back into the closet, shutting the doors, so as to be able to take off her dress in privacy and began to, once again, fumble around inside. Lincoln could tell that something was wrong, when the noise, that Leni was making, became quiet and the reason, as to why, became obvious; when Leni exited her closet in a faux pas dress made out of wrapping paper. "So, what do you think?" Leni asked, paper tearing as she motioned her hands over her body in an exaggerated movement. Lincoln froze, unsure of whether to be worried, aroused or confused. His brain picked worried, though that proved difficult; as Lincoln watched more and more holes appear in Leni's outfit. "Not good. Leni, you want to be a model don't you?" He asked, as he started to weave an excuse that Leni would buy.
"Like, that totes my dream, Lincoln. I thought you already knew." She answered, putting one hand on her hip and making a swatting gesture with the over. The byproduct being that an arm fell off. "Then why are you dressed as the zany, quirky girl. Instead of the beautiful, luxurious model?" Lincoln inquired.
"But, mom said that I'm a gift." Leni pouted.
"And you are, but-" Lincoln replied, but paused to get off the bed and pick up the part of Leni's dress that had fallen off. "Are you sure, that she meant it exactly?" He concluded. Leni screamed, having now noticed her precarious situation. She grabbed the "arm" and launched herself back inside the closet, slamming the door closed.

Lincoln stood watching, unsure of whether or not he had upset Leni, wondering if he should have perhaps been more tactful. So, he called out to his sister. "Leni, are you alright in there?"
"Just a minute Lincoln!" Came the reply, from withing the closet. Lincoln breathed a sigh of relief and turned to go sit back down on the bed, only to be interrupted by Leni; bursting out of the closet. "Vi-ola!" She cried out, arms raised into the air. Lincoln's jaw dropped. Leni had come out wearing a sexy Santa costume. A very sexy Santa costume. The outfit was small; so small that Leni's creamy, white legs were on display, her arms and shoulders showed that Leni's skin was smooth and unblemished, yet the cherry on top was Leni's cleavage- which left just enough to the imagination, causing Lincoln to drool. Lincoln stammered as he took in the sight of Leni, the belt wrapped around her waist, hinting to her hourglass figure, her naked flesh, the innocent and cheerful smile on her face.

"Pefect!" Lincoln squeaked. Earning him a big hug from Leni.
"That's totes amazing!" Leni squealed. "I wanted to do something traditional, but I thought that a Ms. Claus outfit would be too out of fashion." Lincoln had frozen. Lost in the moment. Until Leni freed him from her grasp. "Thank you so much, Lincoln!" She practically cheered. She then continued with. "I totes have a gift for you, you know, for, like, helping me with my modelling."
"A-a-a g-gift?" Lincoln stuttered. His mind racing, common sense having been thrown out of the window.
"Like, for realsies." Stamping a foot down, to punctuate, which had the knock on effect of causing her breasts to jiggle. "Here, I'll go get it for you."
"W-what..." Lincoln spewed, as alarm bells rang in Lincoln's head. Within just a moment, Leni popped back out with a t-shirt. It was the ugliest shirt that Lincoln had ever seen. Orange, with Ace Savy's stupid face sewn onto it with arts and crafts materials. "I know you like that superman guy. So, I took one of your shirts and put his face on." Leni explained. So much ran through Lincoln's mind all at once; Superman isn't Ace Savy, do I even like Ace Savy anymore? She went in my room? Did she take anything else? She doesn't think my room is still kiddie, does she? Lincoln's mind eventually settled on saying. "Thanks, Leni."
"Aww, thanks Lincy." She cooed and pulled Lincoln into another big hug. One that lasted perhaps just a little too long.