Chapter 9: Changes Part 3
-The secret of change is to focus all your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.
-Dan Milmar-
An echo of a moan was present, and a pair of hands caressed the skin. Beads of sweat fell to the ground, which it absorbed.
Two heavy breaths were heard, accompanied by a sticky sound.
In the basement of the Loud house, there was a scene that, if anyone saw it, would lead to many interpretations. There was a completely naked boy with white hair on his head and a completely naked brown-haired girl like him. She was face down, clutching a towel with her hands and teeth as her brother caressed her body and entered her again and again.
Now you should know what happened. But it is always better to explain such situations in detail.
It all started when Lincoln went downstairs, where he proceeded to subdue his older sister, Lynn.
the reason? There were many reasons why Lincoln would go this far. Among them was the abuse he was subjected to the same morning by the athletic girl. A range of feelings gathered inside the boy, which he let out in the form of what he called the justice of an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
Lincoln approached Lynn's ear and whispered to her in a dry, cold tone.
"It's your turn to feel what you made me feel this morning."
Lynn rolled her eyes and saw that the one who was subduing her was her brother. The girl came out in astonishment and asked in the most annoyed tone.
"Lincoln? What the hell do you think you're doing?" She said, hiding the tension in her voice, that Lincoln was on top of her, with his chest on her back and his warm breath on her neck. Fortunately for Lynn, the fact that Lincoln was blind was the best thing that could have happened to her at that moment, because she was redder than her jacket.
"Lincoln, what are you going to do?"
Before Lynn could finish her speech, Lincoln took off her jacket, lifted her shirt, revealing her large breasts that were pressed to the floor, and then pulled down her shorts, revealing that she was wearing tight red underwear. The bad thing was that Lincoln couldn't appreciate it. Like this dress
"Lincoln, wait."
Lynn asked her brother, but he lifted Lynn's hip and started licking her vagina through her underwear.
In Lynn's mind, she saw herself in an empty white place slowly filling with warm water; that's how her underwear and vagina felt as she felt her juices flowing and her brother's tongue licking. Lynn was more than high, and her brother, the object of her fantasies, was licking her, and her desire to be able to beat him with a 69 as she saw in some videos on the Internet was enormous, but her brother's strength was greater than her, and he locked her tightly and did not allow her to move, which increased her pleasure...
Lincoln stops licking, which scares Lynn. Fearing that this delicious moment might end, but fortunately for her, it didn't end there. Lincoln pulled down her pants and continued licking them before getting up.
"Lincoln? Why did you stop?" Lynn turned to see her brother, but she wasn't prepared for what was waiting for her. Standing there is her brother, in all his splendor and glory. It showed his well-functioning naked body, and with a noticeable erection, his penis was larger than it should be for a boy of his age, but what caught Lynn's attention most were some scars on her brother's body, many of which he admitted were training and others due to fights, but there were some scratches. Very strange; it almost looked like very deep scratches, like scratches from an animal and some from something sharp, maybe a knife. This was one of the things she didn't notice the night she spied on him when he was taking a shower.
The girl's eyes went up to see that her brother had hidden more surprises. The tattoo was in the form of an animal print adorning his chest as well as his collarbones and shoulders, and as the icing on that cake, her brother had an embroidered necklace that looked like a Native American craft consisting of a green rock pattern with animal tusks and claws along it and a stylized animal skin with more fangs and claws in the center adorning his neck. This trend, this character-everything about him drove her crazy.
Before she could get up, Lincoln knelt and grabbed her thighs. She knew what would happen; her brother was going to rape her, or it would have been if she hadn't waited for this so long. Lynn straightened up when she felt something hard and fleshy enter her vagina.
"Ahhh." Lynn screamed so loudly that if someone had been in the house, they would have heard it. Lincoln pushed his penis deeper until he felt a soft but resistant spot. The boy pressed so hard that he broke his sister's hymen, causing a scream even louder than before, which could be heard even in the street. Fortunately, the neighbors were so accustomed to shouting in that house that they took it as a natural thing and did not suspect what had happened in the cellar of the house.
Lincoln began to move back and forth to insert and remove his dick from Lynn's vagina, which was spurting blood from the ruptured hymen. Lynn felt pain and, at the same time, incomparable happiness. The feeling of flesh going in and out of her and his hands caressing her thighs was exciting. Lincoln increased the speed, causing Lynn to grab the towel she was going to use to wipe off the sweat.
She squeezed it at the same time and bit the towel to drown out her cries of pleasure.
-Present time-
"Oh Lincoln. Oh. Harder. More. Give me more."