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Tags: [Wholesome], [Vanilla], [Consent], [Holding hands], [Friends to Lovers], [Confession], [Dirty Talk], [Safe Sex], [GFE], [Cuddling], [Making out], [Caught], [Grinding], [Aftersex], [Cowgirl], [Eating out] and [Blowjob]
Yes, I’m using tags so my readers can know what they’re up against in the chapter.
It was gym class in Royal Woods high school as the students walked back after running their laps, with the other half going to do the same. The years have been good to the sixteen-year-old Lincoln Loud. He’s still not the tallest in his friend group as that went to Stella and Rusty, but it’s on a more even playing field. Mollie is now at eye level with him when she’s not wearing her boots. He wiped the sweat off his forehead as some of his classmates shielded their eyes from the glaring sun peeking from an overhead window. Lincoln’s ears picked up, panting from his classmates. Why did the coach make them run extra laps while the sun is scorching today? He needs to thank Adora and Lynn for helping him with his workouts for the past few years.
They each stood on a sticker to maintain social distance while waiting for the coach to return from the equipment room while others took a chance to drink their revitalizing water. COVID may be under control, but they’re not taking any chances right now.
“Hey, Lincoln” Girl Jordan stood beside him. He smiled at her. God, she loved that smile. She always wondered he’s going to fix that chipped tooth. His mother is a dentist, after all. It should be easy to do. Although Girl Jordan hoped not as it was one of Lincoln’s defining traits. Girl Jordan didn’t know what she enjoyed more. His soft snow hair that she would love to run her fingers through. Those lovely sapphire eyes shimmer in the sun. “What do you think the coach is going to make us do today?” Lincoln brought his hand under his chin and began thinking. “Man, I would love to have his soft lips on mine. Top and bottom.”
“Probably basketball,” Lincoln answered. “She isn’t as dodgeball crazy as Pacowski” The two shuddered at the memory. Pacowski was ruthless when it came to dodgeball. But, it was still better than the obstacle course. Girl Jordan had a scar on her toe because of that. Like dude, chill, we’re in elementary school. Thankfully Nurse Patti got him to simmer down, and they have a kid together. So good for him.
“At least I wasn’t as bad as him,” Girl Jordan giggled. Lincoln blankly stared at her. Really Girl Jordan? “I wasn’t” She felt more stares. Her classmates from Royal Woods Elementary and Middle school gave her the same deadpan look. Clyde, Zach, Stella, Liam, Mollie, Renne, Cookie, Jenny, Joy, Kat, Artie, Andrew, Penelope, and Trent narrowed their eyes. They have the bruises to prove it. She gave them a sheepish smile. “I’ve gotten better” They continued to tighten their eyes at her. Are you sure about that?
“The lies you spoke, Jordan,” Mollie spoke, leaning forward to get in view of her long-time friend. Girl Jordan shrugged as they continued to stare at her.
“Not with me,” Lincoln acknowledged. “Five years, Girl Jordan'' He held up a spread-out hand. “Five years”
She cracked a slightly feral grin.“A girl can’t have a little fun, Linky” Lincoln rolled his eyes with a small smile. “I have to keep my title as the Dodgeball Duchess.” He did have to admit, despite how utterly terrifying Girl Jordan can be when it comes to dodgeball. She even chased him all over school one time. They were some fun times. He enjoyed her company.
“Only my sisters can call me Linky, remember” Lincoln brought up.
“Haven’t stopped me yet” Girl Jordan smiled. Other students gave each other sly smirks watching their interaction. They’ve been like this since fifth grade after Lincoln beat her in dodgeball. Finally, a sharp whistle caught their attention.
“Alright, scrubs, here’s the deal,” Coach Cunningham announced. She has a short build, angular features, blue-green eyes, straight light brown hair, and fair, freckled skin. “We’re doing dodgeball to end the day.”
“Oh no,” They whispered in shuttering terror as she rolled the red balls towards them. Girl Jordan picked one of them up and casually tossed it up and down in her hand. Some started to sweat.
“You’ll be on teams,” Cunningham continued. Oh, thank god. Some of them thought to themselves. They can be Girl Jordan’s team to be spared from her wrath. “And it’s boys versus girls. One round, then you can head out.”
“Oh, shit no,” The boys muttered as Girl Jordan’s grin grew wider as the girls began to crowd around her. Wait a minute! They have Lincoln Leonidas Loud on their side. That should be evening the playing field.
“Hey, Lincoln can you run an errand for me please,” Cunningham asked, holding up a file.
“Sure,” Lincoln agreed, handing over a ball to Liam and walked towards her.
“Give this to Principal Rivers” The coach put the file into his hand. “You can jump in if the round is still going.” He nodded. Lincoln turned his head to his team.
“You guys can handle this right until I get back right,” Lincoln questioned. The gleeful look on Girl Jordan’s face and her rapidly tapping foot spoke for itself. She’s going to utterly demolish them. And she’s going to have fun doing it.
“Don’t worry, buddy, we got this,” Clyde reassured, wearing his One-eye jack face mask. You can’t be too careful nowadays. Lincoln helped him keep his body in shape. Plus, kickboxing lessons from Grandma Gayle helped too. They gave each other a fist bump. Girl Jordan pouted as she watched him leave the room, but she enjoyed the view. Man, he always had a nice ass. Those blue gym shorts fit him just right. Clyde picked up a dodgeball along with the rest of the guys. Coach Cunningham blew the whistle for them to start. “Alright, guys, let’s do this!” Girl Jordan and the girl grinned at their actions.
The guys don’t got this.
“Okay, I’m back,” Lincoln replied when he opened the gym doors. Something or someone slammed into a wall clutching a dodgeball in his midsection.“WOAH, WHAT THE HELL!” It was Clyde. Lincoln surveyed his surroundings, listening to pained moans and groans of his downed team members. How did Artie get inside of the basketball rim? You know what? Lincoln decided not to question it. He dealt with enough crazy crap in his life already. “I was gone for like” He checked his Ace Savvy watch. “Two minutes what happened here.”
Zach raised a shaking hand and pointed to the high-fiving team. “Girl Jordan and Stella happened,” He replied in a strained voice. Lincoln mouthed an ‘Oh.’ He, Stella, and Girl Jordan were the big three back in Elementary school and a bit of middle school too. Stella’s strategic skills combined with a Girl Jordan’s athleticism were a deadly combo. “But we got some out at least,” He sighed. This won’t be easy. The girls were busy congratulating themselves. Finally, Mollie took notice of his presence.
“Hey, Sir Undies is back,” Mollie smirked, pointing at him.
“It’s King undies; thank you very much,” Lincoln corrected. But, man, you get caught in your underwear one time, and people would never let you hear the end of it. “I still don’t know what my official nobility rank is. Yah floppy-haired nonce,” He thought for a quick second. “Most likely, I am a Sir due to being a distant relative.”
“I don’t know what you just called me, but I’m pretty sure it was an insult,” Mollie acknowledged. Scottish insults were weird. “Let’s take him out already,” Mollie smirked. Girl Jordan raised a hand to stop her. Lincoln shrugged. He closed his eyes and rhythmically brought his neck to one shoulder then back to the other one. Some of them cringed hearing the cracks erupting from his vertebrae.
“Why would you do that?” Cookie exclaimed from the sidelines.”You trying to break your neck or something?!” Lincoln paid no mind to it as he took off his blue shirt. He was wearing an obsidian sleeveless shirt with ‘Altas gym’ written on the front underneath. Oh god, those arms. Lincoln took a stance bringing an arm across his chest and raising one above his shoulder. His sapphire eyes grew cold and honed to a razor’s edge, analyzing the enemy team. There are six targets left. They waited for the match to resume. The whistle blew, but the girls didn’t give him Lincoln a second to react. Instead, they unleashed a barrage of dodgeballs. He patiently waited as they drew near. Lincoln swiftly parried each incoming projectile. None can penetrate his defenses.
“Hey, you can’t do that, Lincoln,” Girl Jordan shouted. The audacity of that boy.
“Well, that’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Liam shouted back from the benches.
“I’ll allow it,” Cunningham yelled in Lincoln’s support as he continued to smack the dodgeballs out of the way. Girl Jordan rolled her eyes. His defenses held firm with his subtle dodges and rapid strikes. They can’t play passive from a distance. It’s time to rush him. She signaled her team, who nodded. Renee, Kat, and Penenople ran to close the distance. Lincoln sidestepped, getting his body behind Penenople. He tightly grabbed her wrist, forcing the redhead to release the dodgeball. Lincoln tilted his head, avoiding Mollie’s attack hitting Renee in the face instead.
“Sorry about that,” Mollie yelled. Renee gave her a thumbs up in response.
“Girls, I got him,” Penenople held tightly on Lincoln’s wrist. He’s not winning this that easily. Why is Lincoln smiling? Her eyes widened, and sweat dripped from her neck when he wrapped his strong arms around her thin waist. She didn’t like where this was going. Lincoln turned her body to face in the approaching volley. Two balls in the face and another in the chest. He released his grasp of her reaching down for the dropped dodgeball. Lincoln tossed it behind him hitting Kat in the chest.
“Ow! Right in my titty” Kat clasped her soft breast. “They’re sensitive,” She growled, placing her hands on her hips. Lincoln raised a brow at her statement. Kat does have some of the most prominent pairs of boobs in their school. Or in Liam’s words. ‘Huge freaking milkers.’ “Don’t get any ideas, Loud” Kat marched to the benches with Renee and Penenople. Oh, he’s getting ideas, but that’s for another time. There are three left. Mollie, Girl Jordan, and Stella. They spread out and circled around him. Lincoln hopped on the balls of his feet, waiting for them to strike. Mollie shot first, but he jumped out of the way. The girls continued their onslaught as his nimble body maneuvered around each attack. Stella and Mollie were losing steam, yet Girl Jordan is having a blast right now. Lincoln caught Stella’s throw, eliminating her then launching it into Mollie’s thigh. The two girls stepped off the court. Now there were two.
“Where did that tumbleweed come from?” Mollie acknowledged watching the pair standoff. Stella shrugged, watching it bounce across the court. A frantic grin made itself right at home on Girl Jordan’s face. Ever since that gym match in fifth grade when Lincoln Leonidas Loud beat her. She loved...no. She craved these one-on-one encounters. He took a shot at her as she hopped to the side. Girl Jordan’s eyes glimmered in desire unleashing her counterattack. Lincoln leaned to the side, getting near the smooth floor. She licked her lips, seeing a slight bulge in his tight blue shorts. Sweet lord, she wanted a taste of his log at the back of her throat. The pair continued their dance. Girl Jordan knew that he was attracted to her too. Like did Lincoln thought that she wouldn’t see his gazes. They were short glances as expected of a gentleman, but she felt them all too well. Girl Jordan angled her head to avoid his attack. She’s a confident C-cup but couldn’t compete with Renee, Cookie, Kat & Penelope, aka The Bra Busters. These were HUGE! Luckily, Lincoln is more an ass man, and she got one. Many times his gaze settled her firm rear whenever she wore shorts or a bikini. Girl Jordan cracked a smile.
‘Don’t worry, Linky, you’ll get a view one of these days,’ Girl Jordan mumbled to herself. He charged at her. She tried to launch a dodgeball at him, yet Lincoln rolled under the approaching projectile maintaining his speed. His hands were empty. What is he planning? Lincoln placed his hands on her shoulders, used them to vault himself over her, and pushed off her. The unexpected weight and pressure got her on her knees. At least take a girl to dinner first, Lincoln, then you can have this view as much as you want~. She turned her head. Lincoln clutching a dodgeball in his hand in mid-air. He launched it right into her cheek before she could react, knocking some spit out of her mouth.
Coach Cunningham blew the whistle in Lincoln’s favor. His team cheered while the girls groaned. How many times is this going to happen to them? “Alright, get changed. You kids have a safe weekend” They dispersed, going to their respective locker rooms. Mollie helped Girl Jordan up. Lincoln peeked over his shoulder as he watches her walk away. Man Girl Jordan has a nice ass. She raised a brow at him. He swiftly turned his head around with a light blush. Crap, she saw him.
“Oh man,” Girl Jordan sat down with a thud. She wiped the sweat off her neck and chest with her gym shirt leaving her in a casual yellow bra. “Hey Mollie, what’s the score this time.”
“TBH, I stopped counting since middle school,” Mollie commented. Girl Jordan pouted. “It’s been five years, Jordan,” She said with her hands on her well-developed hips. Puberty and years of swimming did her well with smooth, slender legs, a tight waist, and modest cleavage. More girls entered the locker room.
“Damn, I think he left a bruise” Kat tenderly touched her breast. “I blame you, Jordan” Penelope grabbed the attacked boob. Kat let out a soft moan.
“Yep, still sore,” Penelope acknowledged when Kat smacked her hand away.
“Why is it my fault” Girl Jordan replied, reaching for her jeans.
“You had to make him go beast mode” Kat rolled her eyes as she took off her shirt, letting her girls with a slight bounce. “Again!” She put on her solid red t-shirt.
“I...don’t...see...the problem,” Girl Jordan answered in gritted teeth attempting to put on her jeans. “Dammit, I think my butt got bigger” They were right under her ass cheeks.
“Mhm, let me check,” Haiku offered up in her lilac bra and shorts combo. The goth pressed her pale soft backside against Jordan’s firm one. It squashed like dough ready to be kneaded.“Yep, it did. I heard there’s a sale going on at the mall this week.”
“Sweet. Mccann is throwing a party soon,” Mollie added as Cookie helped her zip up her crimson dress. She smirked at Girl Jordan. “Maybe you can get your chance with a certain white-haired boy” Girl Jordan blushed furiously as they snickered at her reaction.
“Don’t act all innocent now, Jordan,” Jenny responded, putting on her jean shorts. “We’ve seen how you look at each other.” Girl Jordan looked off shyly with a smile placing her yellow shirt on over her head.
“You think I have a shot” Girl Jordan questioned as she straightened her outfit.
“YES, YOU DO!” They all answered in unison, surprising her.
“Hurry up before another snatches him” Cookie checked herself in the wall mirror. “I heard Taylor is interested in him,” The girls shuttered, remembering how Taylor and her cronies bullied the entire bus ride for like a week. They’ve gotten better, but damn, bro. Stella’s underwear still had stretch marks from those wedgies. She didn’t know that her panties could go that high. Girl Jordan checked her hair.
“Hey, Giggles do we have a history test coming up next week” Renee brought up. The comedian shrugged as she tied her sneakers. Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of the school day as the girls went to their respective homerooms.
“There he is,” Girl Jordan muttered, seeing her white-haired target with his back facing towards her while talking to Clyde near his locker. She gave her friends a side glance. They smirked and nodded. Girl Jordan handed Mollie her backpack. She stepped slowly before increasing her pace into a sprint. Thank god she went with the soft-toed shoes today.
“That boss in Dark Souls kicked my ass so many times last night,” Lincoln chatted as he closed his locker. “I swear I saw ‘You Died’ in my dreams” Clyde peeked over Lincoln’s shoulder, watching Girl Jordan charging towards him and took a step back. This should be fun. Lincoln noticed Clyde’s grin. “What are you, aCK!” He grunted when Girl Jordan leaped onto his back, feeling her soft mounds set firmly on him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Girl Jordan seriously,” Lincoln spoke with a light blush as he struggled to keep himself up. She might not be able to get him in dodgeball, but she’ll settle for this. It feels right hugging him.
“Yep,” Girl Jordan replied with a smile. She got off of him as Mollie passed back her bag. The group walked outside.
“You guys ready for the party tomorrow,” Clyde brought up, making their way down the stairs. They nodded and replied in agreement.
“I know I’m using Vanzilla to pick up and drop off,” Lincoln answered as they got near the parking lot.
“Well, it’s the only car that can hold all of us,” Mollie replied. Lincoln rolled his eyes. “Hey, I’m catching a ride with Kat home today” She gave Girl Jordan a wink, who blushed at the gesture. “I think she has some room left” Mollie gestured towards Cookie and Jenny, who walked with her.
“And there’s my dads,” Clyde chimed in, giving Lincoln a fist bump before heading off. He and Girl Jordan were left by themselves.
“I guess it’s just you and me,” Lincoln said softly. “Well, until I get my sisters,” He chuckled, as did she. So they found the Old reliable Vanzilla with Lincoln opening the car door for her.
“Shouldn’t you get Lynn” Girl Jordan acknowledged while they put on their seatbelts.
“Nah, she has a track meet coming up and decided to run to school and back home,” Lincoln answered, putting his key into the ignition. The van quietly rumbled, driving off to Royal Woods Middle School with the radio playing an upbeat pop song. Three Loud sisters were waiting near the school’s entrance on the steps. Lucy, the thirteen-year-old eighth-grader wearing a gray long sleeve shirt with a black skull in the middle and black jeans and boots. She parted her hair to allow one of her eyes to be visible to the living world. Lola and Lana are eleven in the sixth grade. They maintained their polar opposite aesthetic—Lola in a shiny pink dress and her tiara with blue heels. On the other side, Lana is chatting with her duo pair in her red cap and blue overalls. Lucy looked up from her book upon his arrival.
“Lola, Lana, our ride’s here,” Lucy acknowledged as they packed their belongings.
“Oh, I see Girl Jordan is with him,” Lola observed, seeing who’s in the front seat of Vanzilla. The girls held a teasing smirk as they approached the van.
“Shall we” Lana whispered mischievously.
“Nah, I say we wait a bit” Lucy grinned as they entered the van, sat down while locking in their seatbelts.
“How was your day at school, girls,” Lincoln asked, putting the van back in drive.
“I found awesome stuff in the trash at lunch,” Lana brought up. Their faces were twisted in mild disgust. “I didn’t eat anything this time, I swear” The tomboy waved her hands in defense. Lincoln glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “I didn’t.” She folded her arms. “Some people don’t know how to recycle properly. We have labeled bins.”
“Well, I, on the other hand, made it on the cheer squad,” Lola bragged. Years of pageants make it easy for her. “All thanks to Linky” She smiled.
“Love you too, Lola,” Lincoln replied, signaling right.
“As long as you don’t become one of those cheerleaders. You should be good,” Lucy added as she wrote in her notebook.
“I’ve been humbled,” Lola replied. The Loud siblings gave her a look. “I said what I said.” She rolled her eyes. “Besides, I worked hard for what I wanted most of the time. Now I got Ms. Pam on my case if I want to stay on the squad” They arrived at Royal Woods Elementary school
“Genetics and plants,” Girl Jordan asked. Lola nodded. Lincoln and Girl Jordan shuddered. Lincoln recalled some of the questions she bombarded him with regarding his lineage. “Lisa should help with you that”
“Speaking of which, where is she?” Lincoln stated. He scrolled down his window and scanned the area. “Oh, there she is. Lisa. Lily,” He called out to them. Lisa tapped Lily’s shoulder, gesturing to her to come with her saying their farewells to their friends. The youngest Loud grabbed her older sister’s hand as they approached Vanzilla.
“Greeting my older male sibling and Girl Jordan,” Lisa greeted in a dull tone. The resident scientist is a fifth-grader in Miss Johnson’s class. She removed her green sweater in favor of a grey NASA sweatshirt along with a pair of red wireless headphones and denim jeans.
“Hey Linky,” Lily replied, now in the second grade in her floral lavender dress and flats.
“Is everyone ready” Lincoln brought to attention. He received several nods and agreements. “Alright, let’s good” They drove off as they listened to the Moon Goats latest single, ‘To the moon and back.’ Lincoln and Girl Jordan were singing word for word while the rest provided sound effects and backup vocals. They stopped at a red light. Lincoln’s voice softened as they passed the open area near the elementary school. Girl Jordan took note of his dullened eyes. She caught a glimpse of it after they picked up Lucy, Lola, and Lana. Some of the damage is still there with the repainted walls and reinforced windows with the ground remaining scarred. Lisa looked down at her lap with Lily holding her hand in support. It was her experiments that endangered him. Twice. Not intentionally, as they’re capable of making their own choices, yet they were still her experiments. He even called himself a monster. Girl Jordan touched his knee, offering a gentle smile. It’s okay now. It’s all over now. He smiled back as the light turned green.
“Girl Jordan, your house is amazing,” Lola exclaimed. They were on the fancier side of town. The Rosate abode was an elegant periwinkle one-story home with an extended roof and a sturdy red brick wall surrounding it.
“Is that a pool?” Lana pointed out in the backyard. Girl Jordan nodded. “Man, you are fancy,” Girl Jordan shrugged. Lincoln parked Vanzilla in her driveway.
“I’ll see you later, Girl Jordan” Lincoln smiled as she grabbed her school bag.
“See ya later, Lincoln,” Girl Jordan replied with her hand on the door handle. “Hey, are you going to Chandler’s party?” She asked.
“Yeah, you?” Lincoln asked. She nodded. “So I’ll see there.”
“Of course, Linky,” Girl Jordan taunted as Lincoln playfully glared at her. The Loud siblings watched as she entered her home, waving them goodbye. Lincoln put his vehicle in drive and drove off. Girl Jordan peered through her window. “Yes!” She congratulated herself. He’s coming to the party. 3...2...1. Her eyes widened. Oh crap, he’s coming to the party. Girl Jordan swiftly reached into pockets and scrolled through her phone contacts. “I better call the girls for this”
An unusual silence permeated Vanzilla. Lincoln sneaked a glance at his mirror while his sisters had mischievous smirks on their faces. Finally, he’s tired of it. “What?” He demanded.
“Oh, nothing, big brother,” Lucy replied, keeping her smirk. Lincoln knew bullshit when he saw it.
“But you and Girl Jordan, Linky” Lola clasped her hands together interestedly.
“It’s nothing,” Lincoln waved off, making a right turn. “She does that to taunt me.”
“Mmmmmmmhhhmmmmmm,” The girls responded in unison as they arrived home. Lincoln stepped towards the front door while gesturing towards his sisters. They nodded, stepping back and spreading out, not wanting to be caught in the crossfire. Luan’s pranks taught them well. He opened it, and a pile of water dropped. Lincoln rolled his eyes. Luan still loves to pull tricks despite being a freshman in college. It wasn’t done yet. He braced himself. Lynn tackled him wrapping her arms around him, attempting to bring him down to the ground. Lincoln grunted from the impact maintaining his balance on one foot.
“Seriously, Lynn,” Lincoln dully asked his gleaming sister. She’s been rather protective over the years. Of course, it did not help that some people thought they were dating.
“What? I can’t give my favorite baby bro a hug when he comes home,” Lynn replied. He gave her a blank look. Lynn barely changed in the last few years. She’s still a sports fanatic with her signature ponytail. Now, packing some muscle, particularly in her thighs and abs. Lynn’s still a washboard, but she has her mother’s hips and buns of steel.
“I’m your only brother,” Lincoln answered, trying to push her off. But, damn, she still has a tight grip as she nuzzled her head into his chest. The younger sisters shook their heads: Lynn and her brother complex.
“Lynn, let him go,” Rita asked from the dining room, working on her book. “He just got home” The Loud matriarch retained her vigor besides a few wrinkles. She’s officially a MILF or GILF. Lincoln shuddered at that thought. He just had to be the friend with the hot mom.
“Fine,” Lynn pouted, losing her grip on her favorite sibling.
“Thanks, mom,” Lincoln said. “There’s a party tomorrow” Rita pushed up her glasses and put her laptop on hibernate.
“Sure, where and who’s going to be there,” Rita asked, entering the living room.
“Chandler is hosting it, and my friends will be there,” Lincoln answered truthfully.
“Be specific about the friends,” Lisa interjected.
“Zach, Liam, Clyde, Stella, Haiku, Mollie, Girl Jordan,” Lincoln listed off timidly, mentioning the last name. Now that got them intrigued.
“What about Rusty, dear” Rita whispered as Lynn, Lola, and Lana growled while Lisa, Lucy, and Lily held a dark glare at the sheer mention of that name.
“No, but I think he’ll crash it sooner or later,” Lincoln muttered. Yeah, the two had a deep falling out since Middle school. Rusty accused him of taking all the girls, such as Stella, Polly, and Rebecca. It got messy. As Rusty crossed several lines. Their friend group kicked him out, along with being shunned by the rest of the school. The Rustman didn’t care as he didn’t need any bad luck or dead weight.
Lynn placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You call us if things get serious, okay” Lincoln smiled at his athletic sister.
“I can handle myself against Rusty,” Lincoln pointed to his cheek. A scar laid there when he visited Ronnie in Great Lake City. “I’ve been through worse and tough things than him” Lucy softly wrapped her arms around him.
“We know, Lincoln,” Lucy acknowledged. Her brother went through many trials since she read his fortune. Scarred. Damaged. Even broken at one point. “We just want you to be safe, that’s all” The rest of the sisters held a part of him. He’s their only brother.
“I’ll be fine,” Lincoln reassured, clasping Lucy’s hand. “I’ll be home before midnight, and I’ll call if anything happens.”
“You better, Stinklinc” Lynn buried herself into his firm chest. Oh good god, he smells so good.
“If you can excuse me” Lincoln cracked his knuckles when his sister released him. “I’m going to pay our dear sister a visit,” He answered softly as he marched up the stairs.
“Don’t hurt her too much. We still need to her help set the table for when your father comes home,” Rita replied as the rest of the girls sat down watched some t.v
“No promises,” Lincoln remarked as he entered Luan’s room.
“Sorry, Linc, I almost had you wet behind your ears. Hahahaha. Got it? Um, Linc” It went silent for a few moments. Lisa glanced at her watch. She continued now. 3.2.1. Several items crashed to the floor. And there it is. Luan scurried out of her room, panting deeply while skipping several steps as Lincoln followed her as the omen of death. “I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY!” She pleaded as he chased her around the living room. Her family paid her no mind. Luan knew she was up against, but of course, she didn’t listen. Lincoln tackled Luan to the ground and dragged her back upstairs by her ankle. Nobody questioned the muffled screams either or when Lincoln tied her upside down hang upside down from a tree with a shame sign around her neck. They eventually let her down when it was time for dinner.
It’s party time. Lincoln and his crew parked outside of one of the buildings by the sewage plant. Fortunately, it was far away enough that you don’t have to worry about the foul smell. That’s why the plant used it for social gatherings. They work in a sewage plant but don’t want to smell like one.
“Is everyone ready to go?” Lincoln asked the group. All nodded and agreed with him. They exited Vanzilla and stepped towards the building as a few partygoers were smoking or hooking up on the sides of it for privacy. The music grew louder as they approached it. “Name please,” The female security guard asked the group.
“Lincoln Loud,” Lincoln answered as the rest did the same. She scrolled through her Ipad in search of the names.
“Ah, there you are,” She replied. “Scan the QR code, and I’ll hand you guys a wristband” Each of them scanned the QR and tied the yellow and green striped band around their wrist. “Go have fun, kids” She smiled. The group followed signs on the beige walls and found the main party room. Thankfully it had a label on the top frame saying ‘Dance room.’ Chandler said that the party’s theme was Mask Off, with the dress code being casual/loungewear. T-shirts, shorts, pajamas, fuzzy slippers, leggings, flip-flops, along with regular clothes like jeans and sneakers.
“So, what’s the plan for tonight, Undies?” Mollie brought up in her comfy black pajama pants and solid burgundy shirt, grabbing a coca-cola from a blue cooler.
“Stay in your groups, have fun and call any of us,” Lincoln informed the group about the plan, unaware that they have their own agenda for him and Girl Jordan. “I’m heading to the video game room” He gestured towards the room further down the hallway. “How about guys.”
“Same here dude, I heard that they have Galaga,” Zach responded in his green martian alien onesie. “I want my name on the leaderboard.”
“I’ll catch y’all fellas later at the snack bar,” Liam padded on his stomach. “I need fuel if I’m going to go ham on the dancefloor” Clyde is with Liam on this one
“I guess us girls are heading to the dance room,” Stella questioned Mollie, Girl Jordan, and Cookie.
“Actually, I’m thinking about heading to the game room too,” Girl Jordan admitted remembering her role in the plan.
“Really” Lincoln raised a bow as she nodded, walking to his side. “Huh, you’re usually one of the first ones there.”
“Well, I’m trying something different for once,” Girl Jordan remarked. She bumped her hip into him. “Can’t be too predictable,”
Lincoln shrugged. “As long as you don’t do what I did the last time” They started their walk. Zach followed behind them before giving his group a thumbs up. Phase one was complete.
“GAME!” The Smash Bros announcer shouted in Lincoln’s victory against Paige with his main Link versus Samus as Girl Jordan sat by his side. They got up and stretched after playing a few rounds.
“Dude, that was clutch,” Zach remarked. Lincoln and Paige were a sudden death on Final Destination with no items. “The way you cast your shield at the last sec was” He chef-kissed his hand.
“Suck that I didn’t get further in the tournament,” Girl Jordan sighed. She played Zelda.
“Maybe Lincoln can teach you, right?” Paige smirked as the pair eyed each other before timidly turned away their blushing faces.
“If that’s okay with you, Girl Jordan,” Lincoln whispered, looking off to the side.
“I would like that” Girl Jordan smiled as Paige and Zach fist-bumped at this interaction. Lincoln’s ears twitched. Music? He can barely make out the words.
“Coming through a whole nother level running through my mind. Coming through a whole nother level running through my mind.”
“Hey, Girl Jordan isn’t this one of your favorite songs” Zach acknowledged. She didn’t answer. “Girl Jordan?” He turned towards her. Girl Jordan was excitedly dragging Lincoln by his arm, ushering him to dance with her as they followed the other party-goers into the dance room. Zach glanced at Paige. She shrugged. Whatever, it’s time to dance.
The party-goers were spread out in the expansive, darkened room on the illuminated dance floor along with strobe lights blazing golden beams overhead. Jordan and Lincoln lead the dance routine. Each synchronized movement had its unique flair. Lincoln smoothly flows, with each move being cold and precise. At the same time, Girl Jordan enthusiastically goes to the dance with a charming smile on her face. Lincoln rolled his eyes at her with a slight grin. Damn, he never knew that she was that flexible. The DJ shifted to a more moderate-paced song as the crowd cheered for the pair.
“Hey, I’m going to get some drinks, okay” Jordan replied, feeling a mild heat throughout her body. Lincoln nodded and went to his friends to chat. He needed to cool down for a bit. Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on how you flip the coin, someone wanted to heat things up. Taylor observed his moves. She always thought Lincoln was kinda cute, even back when he was a sixth-grader. Now he looks. She licked her lips. Delicious. That tight shirt of his made him look like a ripe, juicy orange. It’s her last year in high school, so it won’t hurt to go out with a bang or several in her case. She got her red cup and walked towards her target, wondering if he’s the Energizer bunny hoping that he keeps going.
“Oh no,” Paige watched the former bully. She needed to find Jordan. Paige jogged out of the room as she scanned the area. Where is she? Oh, found her near the coolers. “Jordan, we got a code: T” Girl Jordan’s eyes widened. She shoved the two water bottles into Paige’s hands before going back into the room. Where are they? Taylor had Lincoln near a corner, making it difficult for him to escape. Taylor wasn’t forcing him, yet she isn’t going to make it easy for him. Girl Jordan glared as Taylor whispered something into his ear while pointing her thumb, causing him to blush ferociously. Taylor chuckled at his reaction. Girl Jordan begrudgingly admitted to herself that Taylor had a great body. Her outfit complimented that. A relaxed black crop top resting above her pierced navel and her womanly hips. Girl Jordan’s eyes focused on her breasts. Yep, she’s not wearing a bra. Pretty sure Lincoln noticed it, too, as he’s looking off to the side. Finally, the classic skin-tight black leggings. Taylor always had a great ass being in the top ten at their school, but softball helped sculpt it. Smooth, firm with a bit of jiggle with each step. Taylor tilted her towards Jordan. She smirked, sticking her tongue out as jerking her hand up and down before focusing on Lincoln once more. Girl Jordan growled, sending a message to her group chat. She needed to get Taylor away from him. If anyone is going to suck his cock it’s going to be her. That’s the literal point of this entire chapter.
“Come on, Lincoln,” Taylor purred, edging closer to the white-haired dreamboat. “Let’s ditch these losers and have our own little party,” She suggested before taking a sip of her drink. “I want to see if you’re up for something” Taylor tapped on her choker. Lincoln’s face burned red. It says, ‘Snap it.’ She got a bit closer. “I know you thought about it,” Taylor whispered.
Lincoln scratched his brain for a proper answer. His currently throbbing phallus is saying YES. Come on, a reasonably attractive girl is willing and, most importantly, consenting to give you a blowjob with no strings attached. It literally can’t get any better than this. A part of him wondered if he could snap it. Also, it didn’t help that the DJ is playing W.A.P. Now he wants to hit that dangly thing at the back of her throat. The brain says don’t be so eager, and someone would cock block him due to being in public. His heart says don’t as he doesn’t like her in that way, plus getting your first blowjob in a bathroom or behind a building isn’t the most ideal situation.
Furthermore, he doesn’t want to hear the lecture from Lisa about risky unprotected sex. So Lincoln made his dialogue choice. He cleared his throat. “I’ll admit that’s an incredibly generous and tempting offer” Lincoln paused as he stared at the choker. “But I promised my parents that I’ll be home at a certain time and that me and my friends have to stay together,” He concluded. Taylor still had her smirk as she finished her drink.
“Fine by me, boy scout” Taylor accepted his answer. Lincoln congratulated himself. That went easier than he expected. Almost too easy. “However,” Ah fuck, there it was. She got in closer with half-lidded eyes, lightly touching his chest. “There are other ways we can have fun” Lincoln swallowed his spit. A frantic buzzing spread through her leg. She reached into her pants pocket. Who’s calling her? Her heart sank a bit. Oh shit, it’s her mom. “I’ll be right back, so save me a dance,” She said in a shaking voice before going outside. Lincoln wiped his brow in relief, but his penis was disgruntled. Girl Jordan gave a thumbs up to Stella and Paige. Paige went off to go to the bathroom.
“You alright there, Lincoln,” Girl Jordan said softly, standing by his side. “That was a close one.”
“Yeah, I’m alright” He smiled. “It was, but I got her to lay off” Girl Jordan’s eyes traveled down to his sweatpants, making a slight outline of his member due to the glowing dance floor. Her mouth watered slightly at the sight of it. It was teasing her oh so maliciously. She bit her lip. Girl Jordan can do what Taylor offered to do to Lincoln. She’ll have a much easier time than her. The DJ slowed things down, swapping the lights to a seductive red.
Now the song is ‘Grind on me.’ Perfect. Girl Jordan thought to herself as she slid a bit closer towards him. Their hearts were pounding, giving the other a quick glance before turning away from each other. The darkroom hid their scarlet faces as the lights rotated around the area. Girl Jordan brushed herself against his arm. Lincoln gulped as she gave him a cute smile.
“Um, do you want to…” Girl Jordan suggested in a meek voice. Everyone else was getting close personal grinding on each other. Lincoln gave her a shy nod. It’s Girl Jordan. He trusts her. She smiled as she took a step. Lincoln watched as she slowly and sensually moved her hands across her body. ‘Caressing your body.’Girl Jordan adored his gaze. She’s the only thing that’s important right now. He took a step forward, mere centimeters away from her. His fingers wanted to touch her. Come on, it’s Girl Jordan. You shouldn’t be that nervous. Just touch her. You know you want to. She sensed his hesitation biting her lips. Gosh, he’s adorable. Girl Jordan gently caressed his hand and brought it to her waist, drawing herself in close. She added pressure by pushing her butt deeper into his groin.
“Girl Jordan” Lincoln murmured softly, putting his other hand on her waist. He can smell her shampoo. Peaches. She looked over her shoulder, placing one of her hands under his chin. Their gazes locked with each other.
“You can call me Jordan right now,” Girl Jordan replied coyly, moving her hips in a circular motion. Lincoln matched her actions, taking soft breathes at the sensation. So warm.
“Okay...Jordan,” Lincoln softly answered. That simple word sent shivers down her spine. She always wanted him to call him by her name. He’s getting harder against her gentle grinding. Jordan’s so glad that she went with the tights tonight, allowing them to enjoy each other’s bodies. His hands rubbed her thighs. That’s right, Linky ran your hands on my body. She thought to herself. His member twitched, begging to let out. It wanted to feel her warm skin. Oh, don’t worry, I have something planned for little Lincoln. She placed her hands on her knees and bounced her bubble butt up. Lincoln’s breath hitched. She did it again. And again. And again. He was taken by her brazen action as it slightly pushed him back. His hands tightened on her hips to maintain stability. Finally, he steeled himself and brought his hips back, and thrust into her.
“Oh, my,” Girl Jordan murmured. The thrusts had some power as they made her rear jiggle. She loved it. They found their rhythm. Slow and steady. Nothing fancy. Just two people having fun enjoying each other’s great forms. Her heartbeat drummed into her ears as the blood rushed to her face. Damn this dark room. Girl Jordan wanted to see his face. She demanded to know how good she’s making him feel. An idea popped into her head. Jordan switched it up by going side to side as she straightened herself back up. She grabbed his hands that were lovingly attached to her hips.
“Jordan,” Lincoln questioned, wondering what she’s planning. Girl Jordan turned to face him with a cutely seductive grin. She guided her arms across, sending chills all over his body. Her hands found themselves on his neck and chest. The dodgeball duchess giggled as his heartbeat quickened. They continued rotating their hips together. Girl Jordan pushed her soft mounds into his firm chest, wrapping her arms around his neck. Lincoln’s arms tightened themselves around her waist, holding her close. He doesn’t know why but this feels right. Holding her like this.
“Lincoln,” Girl Jordan whispered with a gentle expression. She tilted her head and opened her mouth slightly as she leaned forward. Lincoln mimicked her actions. Their mouths draw near as soft heated breath tickles the lips. Yes, finally. She’s been waiting for this moment. An intense light engulfed the room, and their shrill screech of the record halted their activities. OH, COME ON! Everyone is wondering. What’s going on here?
“Sorry everyone, we have to cut this party short. Just got word that someone broke into the building and assaulted someone,” The DJ announced, causing everyone to gasp. Girl Jordan froze. Where’s Paige? “Don’t worry, they’re fine” Oh, that’s a relief. “But the police are outside. Get home, everyone. We’ll continue another night” The crowd dispersed with a trace of groans and grumbles that their night has ended early.
A few minutes passed as Lincoln, and his crew assisted with the cleaning while others like Richie and Trent placed the arcade machines in storage. It’s the least they can do right now. Next, Lincoln put several soda cans into a large trash bag handled by Liam. The farmboy heaved it over his shoulder and went to find a trash bin.
“Thanks for helping us clean up, Loud” A soft voice thanked him. Lincoln turned towards it. There was a gorgeous redhead whose hair flowed down to their upper back. Simple stubbed earrings, smooth lip gloss, radioactive green shirt with the sewage company’s logo on the center, and tight skinny jeans highlighting their waist.
“No problem, Chandler” Lincoln smiled as he started to walk to the exit.
“It sucks that the party ended early,” Chandler grumbled, following him. The moon shone on the parking lot. Several of their schoolmates were outside conversing in their groups, waiting for their rides while police questioned the female security guard who had a bruise on her face. Taylor and Paige were by her side, providing information. “Wait, is that Rusty?” Chandler pointed out, seeing a familiar face in the squad car.
“Yep,” Lincoln sighed. Disappointed yet not surprised.
“You would think that he would have wised up by now,” Chandler scoffed. He placed a hand on Lincoln’s shoulder in support. “Don’t beat yourself over it.” Chandler gestured towards the former friend. “You tried to help him.”
“I know,” Lincoln mumbled. He shook his head. His friends were waiting for him. “I’ll see you later, Chandler” The two waved to each other goodbye. “Are you guys ready to go?” He asked his friends.
“My mom is picking me up,” Stella answered. “I told her what happened.”
“Same here in my dads,” Clyde replied, knowing how...protective they can be.
“I’m hitching a ride with Liam and Lance,” Zach brought up. “I hope that arcade machine is for sale,” And they call Lincoln a nerd.
“Some of us are going to stay with Paige,” Mollie said as Renee & Kat nodded with her.
“I guess it’s you and me again,” Girl Jordan murmured, still feeling the warmth.
“Yeah,” Lincoln stammered as they walked towards Vanzilla. The two buckled up and drove off.
The pair sat together intense silence, exchanging docile glances at each other all while avoiding the other’s gaze. That’s expected since they grinded on the other’s groin and almost had a kiss. Lincoln reached a stoplight. However, they can’t keep quiet about it.
“So about what happened,” The duo said simultaneously. They chuckled at what occurred.
“You first,” Lincoln offered up. They have some time to talk.
“That was kinda intense,” Girl Jordan acknowledged with rosy cheeks. Lincoln softly smiled at the recent memory.
“It was,” Lincoln admitted. Why is this red light taking so long?
“Sorry if I was too forward,” Girl Jordan continued. “And if I made it weird for you because of well the kiss ” Lincoln raised a brow
“You didn’t make it weird,” Lincoln confessed. His face is still red. She sighed with relief. There’s still a chance. “I really liked it, actually” He focused on his window.
“You liked it,” Girl Jordan repeated, feeling the heat despite the air conditioning. Lincoln nodded with a smile. “Well…” She placed a hand on his knee and gently rubbed his thigh. “Do you want to continue this party somewhere else?” Girl Jordan purred into his ear. He let out a tiny moan and shiver.
“Sure,” He stuttered as her breath tickled his sensitive ear. “We should find a spot” The light turned green. She kept her hand on his thigh during the drive. They drove by Ketchum park and found a secluded spot with a suitable amount of trees and bushes to conceal them. Lincoln parked the van looking at his lap. Girl Jordan kept her smile. She’s freaking out too. It’s finally happening. Come down, Jordan. Just think about it like any dodgeball match. You have the advantage. Use it before you lose it.
“You want to take it to the backseat if it makes you more comfortable,” Girl Jordan suggested gesturing to the back of her.
“We’ll probably have more space,” Lincoln admitted before climbing into the second row. Girl Jordan followed too. They remained silent as the van’s engine hummed while the radio played. There’s still a comfortable space between them. Both wanted to close it. She scooched a bit as her hand slid across the seat. Lincoln took the hint and did the same. It’s Girl Jordan. You’ve known her for years. There’s no need to be nervous. Yet his heart and brain are on par with an electric guitar solo. Girl Jordan glanced at his tense body and placed her hand on top of his, engaging in the forever degenerate action of … handholding. Her hand is...soft and warm. Lincoln expected himself to light up like a Christmas tree. But he didn’t. He felt calm. Relaxed even. This feels nice. It feels right. She cheered internally when he squeezed her hand in response. Now they’re shoulder to shoulder.
“Lincoln,” Girl Jordan called to him. He tilted his head to face her. Their gazes locked. Smooth pools meet the gentle ground. Lincoln always had gorgeous eyes. Now they’re all hers for tonight. They continued where they left off from earlier. She leaned in closer as he did, tightly holding each other’s hand with closed eyes. Their lips touched oh so briefly and gently before departing. Lincoln went in for another one. Girl Jordan didn’t stop him, wanting to feel his soft lips on hers again. It lasted longer this time as Lincoln relaxed his body. Light traces of peaches graced his nose. Their hearts steady their pace. It wasn’t like the intense inferno like in the movies. The kiss is a gentle wave against the beach on a relaxing summer afternoon. No elaborate scenarios or high-stakes missions. It’s just the two finding comfort on this moonlit evening. Both of them separated to breathe with a smile on their faces.
Girl Jordan giggled. “That was great. I enjoyed that, Lincoln,” She complimented. He smiled back about to reply, but he was taken in by the magnificent image before him. The soft glow of the moon shone on her smooth skin, and what he can see of her blushing face. His eyes traveled down to her lovely lips that he tasted not too long ago. They continued their path. Her body is developing wonderfully with an ample bosom, slender waistline, and a phenomenal ass. Lincoln knew that Girl Jordan was attractive. He couldn’t deny that. Now she’s drop-dead gorgeous. She was also intelligent, funny, and fun to be around with. “Is everything okay, Lincoln? We can stop if you want,” She remarked, taking notice of his silence.
“Oh, I’m fine, it’s that um,” Lincoln nervously answered before pausing. Now he’s a Christmas tree. “You’re just really pretty, that’s all,” She squeaked at his timidly honest response. That didn’t stop her growing smile and fluttering heart.
“Thank you,” Girl Jordan replied, resting her head on his broad shoulder. They relish together in the quiet atmosphere hand in hand. She got another idea as they still have some time before curfew. “Hey Linc, can I sit in your lap?” Girl Jordan asked, staring into his eyes.
“Sure” Lincoln accepted the request as another wave of pink rushed to his face. Girl Jordan slowly stood up, moving on top of his thighs. She adjusted herself, positioning her legs across him, pointing her feet to the door. Lincoln had his hands on her waist to keep her steady.
“Now, where were we?” Girl Jordan whispered as she cupped his handsome face. They re-engaged, locking their lips once more with more passion and desire. It’s a Friday night after a long week from school. They needed this. Heat and shiver spread throughout their bodies as their lips danced back and forth. Jordan wanted more. She extended her tongue, teasing his lips pleading for access. Access granted. He allowed her passage into his mouth. Tongues twirled and swirled. No need to battle for dominance. Just savoring their other taste. Delicate Orange Fanta for Jordan to enjoy and Tangy sprite for Lincoln. She sharply breathed out of her nose, feeling his hands sliding up and down on her back. Another jolt of pleasure when his hands rested just above her butt. He hesitated for a brief moment. “Do it, Lincoln” She removed her lips and ordered him with half-lidded eyes before devouring his lips again. Lincoln did what he was commanded to do and grabbed two handfuls of her bountiful behind. A deep guttural moan escaped her lips into his mouth. She tilted her head back, biting her lips with a slim line connecting the two teenagers as his fingers dug themselves deeper into her flesh. “There we go,” Girl Jordan shuddered, wrapping around her arms in his neck while softly kissing his face.
“You like that, Jordan,” Lincoln moaned as he bucked his hips into hers
“Fuck yes, you’re making me so wet right now” Girl Jordan wiggled her hips with heavy breaths wanting to feel him inside of her. She bit her lips again. “I wanted to say that I like you, Lincoln Loud. Like in like you like you” He widened his eyes at her sentence. Did she really mean that? A finger was placed on his lips, silencing him allowing her to continue. “And no, I’m not saying that because of the moment” Her eyes filled with adoration yet held a bit of fear. “I liked you for a few years, but I didn’t know how to tell you,” Jordan admitted maintaining eye contact. “I didn’t ruin our friendship or think I’m or-” Lincoln pressed his lips against her, shutting her up engulfing her in a warm embrace. “Lincoln?”
“I feel the same way, too” Lincoln smiled, almost bringing her eyes to water in joy. “I guess we’re both weird” The two hugged for a brief moment.
“I say we celebrate, wouldn’t you say Linky” Jordan grinned mischievously. His eyes expanded into saucers as she slowly lifted up her yellow shirt. She revealed her slim midsection to him. God, she loved that cute bewildered look on his face. Now Girl Jordan can see him one of her nice bras and-.
BZZZZZ! BZZZ! BZZZZZZZ! Both of their phones vibrated.
“OH, FOR FUCKS SAKES!” They groaned in annoyance when they were getting to the good part. Girl Jordan got a text from Mollie wondering if she’s home yet. Lincoln got a call from his mother, wondering if he’s okay. She heard the news.
“Yeah, I’m okay, mom, just dropping Jordan home. We’re at the park right, so I’ll be home in a few minutes” Lincoln technically told the truth as Girl Jordan gave Mollie a piece of her mind in a furious stream of texts. “I better get you home,” He remarked.
“Yeah, same here,” Girl Jordan pouted as she put her shirt down and straightened it as much as she could. They climbed back into the front seat and buckled up. Lincoln started the van once and drove off. He placed a hand on her thigh. She perked up at this action and smiled. Girl Jordan laced her fingers into his. They arrived at her home.
“We’re here,” Lincoln acknowledged rubbing his thumb across her hand.
“Mhm,” Girl Jordan murmured in agreement. Neither wanted to release the other’s hand. Nevertheless, she unbuckled her seatbelt and placed her palm on the door handle. “I’ll call you later, okay?” She smiled.
“Okay,” Lincoln said before sharing one more kiss with her. He watched her as she exited the vehicle, ensuring that she entered her home safely. That she did. Girl Jordan waved him goodbye, closing her front door behind her. Lincoln smiled, putting the van back into drive. It was a smooth ride home.
Lincoln unlocked the front door peeking his head inside the house. His eyes panned the dim-lit living room before checking his watch. It’s still sometime before midnight. So he’s in the clear as he closed the door behind him.
“Where were you?” His mother spoke abruptly, surprising him as she turned on the lights. Dang, it. His sisters were with her too in their nightwear.
“My calculations estimated you should’ve been home around 30-45 minutes ago given that the party ended early,” Lisa remarked. She folded her arms along with the rest of the family. Their father was completely stone-cold asleep.
“I helped clean up, dropped Girl Jordan home, but we had a little detour,” Lincoln answered, not wanting his sisters to know that he was locking lips with Girl Jordan in the family van.
“Okay, breathe on me” Rita stepped forward and pointed at her face. He frowned but did what he was told. She sniffed. Nothing strong. Only the sweet smell of soda and his spring-scented cologne. “Alright, you’re clean. Girls smell him” Excuse me?! Lana and Lynn sniffed him out like a pack of canines.
“Nothing either, but he smells kinda fruity,” Lana replied in a gruff voice. He blushed.
“So what happened with you and Girl Jordan, Linky” Lola brought up with a teasing tone.
“We danced and talked for a bit,” Lincoln clarified as they looked at him with knowing smirks.
“Talked?” Lucy air quoted his answer.
“Yes,” Lincoln said in his urgent defense when his phone rang. He accepted the call. “Hello? Oh, hey Jordan” Looks were exchanged among the observants. Since when did he start calling her Jordan now? “Yeah, I’m home” He paused to allow her to speak. “I’m free sometime next week. Yeah, I’ll see you later.” He ended the call with a gleeful smile and a modest blush. Lincoln turned to his giddy-eyed family. “Oh no,” He whispered as his heart sank. Lincoln plugged his ears.
“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” They shrieked, causing several of the neighborhood’s dogs to howl at shrill noise. His family group hugged him. He has a date. They must help him prepare.
Their relationship went smoothly over the last few months. No one was surprised when they revealed themselves to be a couple to their friends. They were happy for them. However, that was an understatement. There were betting pools, fireworks, confetti, and a marching band. So yeah, they were highly supportive of them. Lincoln still had to deal with her going feral on him during dodgeball, but that’s a price he’ll willingly pay. Now Lincoln is relaxing at home watching Tv. It’s one of the super rare occasions when he has the house to himself. Lynn had an overnight match while Lynn Sr. was with Kotaro in Great Lake City for a cooking exhibit. Luan is in the next county with Lucy and Rita for a writing gig. Lola, Lana, Lisa, and Lily either went camping or had a sleepover.
Bzzzzt! Bzzzzt! Bzzzt!
“Hey, mom,” Lincoln replied to his vibrating phone. “Vanzilla broke again, didn’t it?” They should really get a new car, but there’s not a lot of vehicles that can house thirteen people. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I think there’s some leftovers in the fridge. Hopefully, Luan didn’t eat my bites. Again!” You would think that she would learn by now. He literally dropped a watermelon on her right foot, breaking it. “If she did, I’ll probably order a pizza or something” He listened to her response. “Nah, I won’t be lonely. Jordan is coming over, remember. We didn’t expect all of you guys to be gone” Lincoln blushed at her teasing statement. “No, nothing is going to happen. We’re just going to watch a movie and play some games. That’s it,” He emphasized before raising an arching his brow. “You put some in my room and more in your bathroom. Thanks, mom.” Lincoln whispered. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Love you” Lincoln hung up his phone before getting another message. His eyes widened. It’s from Jordan saying on my way with a winky face emoji. Lincoln swiftly got up from the couch and did some last-minute cleaning. The house was already clean, but it’s better to be safe than sorry. Several knocks were upon his front door after hearing a yelp and the buzzing of electricity from the doorbell. He opened the door and smiled upon seeing his darling girlfriend nursing her stinging finger with a black Nike duffel bag dressed in a comfortable yellow pajama top and pants as the sunset behind her. “Hey, babe”
“Hey, Linky,” Girl Jordan smiled back as they embraced each other with a sweet kiss. “Come on, let’s have a fun night tonight” She grabbed his hand and went inside, locking the door behind them.
They spent the past few hours playing Muscle Fish, an Ace Savvy mini-marathon, now they’re cuddling on the sofa eating pizza watching Pacific Rim. Girl Jordan glared at some of the actions of the characters. “Why don’t they just move the guns where the Kaiju come through?” She grumbled, laying her head on his chest.
“It’s purely cinematic,” Lincoln asked, biting into his slice of pepperoni pizza gliding his fingers through her hair. “And for drama” She shifted her eyes towards him. Lincoln still does comics, so he should know what he’s talking about. “Come on, Jordan, if the characters actually used logic and common sense like 90% of fiction would’ve been much shorter or never happened at all. Plus, it looks cool and raises the stakes” He took another pizza. “Also, sequels make good money. Most of the time,” We’re looking at you, Micheal Bay and Fast and Furious. Girl Jordan rolled her eyes at her nerdy boyfriend with a faint grin on her face. His soothing heartbeat calmed her as they watched the credits. Lincoln gingerly brushed her cheek as they gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes. Girl Jordan gave him a tiny peck on his lips. Lincoln smiled as he returned the favor. Their lips meet again. He opened his mouth slightly, allowing the Dame of Dodgeball to slide her tongue inside, making them dance. She traced her hands, examining his face and chest. His hands slid down her back and firmly grasped her ass. Girl Jordan moaned into his mouth as he massaged her. She swapped her lip’s focus on his deliciously vulnerable neck.
“Ahhhh~” Lincoln softly released from his mouth. Her left hand played with his silky hair as the right traced down his chest, to his stomach, then pausing right above the belt of his sweatpants. She glanced at him. They talked about being more intimate with each other. Now it’s time. His blazing face gave her a slight nod. She smiled coyly at his docile expression. Why is he so cute?! Her hand gently massaged his cock through his pants while she continued to tease him by kissing his neck and cheeks. His moans were scrumptious to her as it’s a meal specially reserved for her. However, it’s not fair if she’s having all of the fun. She started to remove her shirt. “Hold up, Jordan,” He whispered, halting her motions. “Not here” Lincoln pointed at the large window in the living room. It was nightfall; thus, didn’t want some weirdo watching them through the window.
“Good idea,” Girl Jordan smooched him again. Both got up from the couch. She grabbed her overnight bag while Lincoln turned off the bottom floor lights. Girl Jordan retook his palm as they marched up the stairs into his room. She closed and locked the door behind him.
They resumed their lip-locking session on his bed as moonlight shines upon them through his window. Girl Jordan pulled back, giving them a moment to breathe. Slow, heavy breaths were released from their lungs. She took the time to examine his face—smooth skin without a hint of ache. Lucky bastard. Buttery lips that she loves to taste whenever she gets the chance. Gorgeous lapis lazuli for eyes enhanced by his subtle blush. Girl Jordan leaned back, setting herself upright. She removed her shirt, tossing it to the floor. Lincoln swallowed his spit at her orange lace bra. Her grin widened. It’s now or never. Girl Jordan unclipped her bra. His face heated up when her breast dropped with a slight bounce. They weren’t extra mommy milkers, but it was still more than a handful. Yet, they were perfect for her. “You like them, Linky?” She used her upper arms to squeeze them together, increasing their volume.
“Mhm,” He replied anxiously with a nod. She gave him a smirk.
“Well, they’re all for you” Girl Jordan placed his strong hands on her smooth, warm chest. “You can squeeze them” He gave them little yet unsure squeezes. Her soft moans and closed eyes told him that he was doing a good job. His grip increased lightly. “Ahhh, there was go,” She whispered sensually, knowing that he was good with his hands giving him another kiss. Lincoln removed his shirt as it was unfair to her. Her delicate finger glided across his sculpted chest. His body wasn’t muscular, yet it was toned and fit akin to a swimmer and track star. He’s the man with the plan. He always got to think on his feet. Jordan traces gentle kisses on his face once again before traveling down to his neck, giving a tiny suck right there. His body twitched at the suction. Then down his chest to stomach then the waistline of his pants.
“I’ll do it,” Lincoln remarked, removing his pants. She got off of him so he can complete his task. Now he’s left in his scarlet undies. However, they weren’t Ace Savvy.
“I was expecting Ace Savvy,” Jordan giggled, momentarily, removing her attention from the staining bulge that threatened to rip his underwear.
“These are my victory undies,” Lincoln answered. She snickered. Victory undies? “I wear these for special occasions.”
Girl Jordan licked her lips with a predatory glint in her eyes.“This must be my lucky day then” She leaned forward, getting another feel. He feels lovely through the silky fabric. Her eyes widened at the sight of it. It’s getting bigger. Oh god, there’s more to it. Jordan sneaked a few glances whenever he wore swim trunks. Her pussy moistened, soaking her panties. Now she’s going to taste the log. But first.
“A matching pair,” Lincoln acknowledged with a lump in his throat as she discarded her pajama pants. Both remained quiet in the moonlit room in their underpants on their knees in front of their significant other. Scarlet for Lincoln. Orange for Jordan. Lincoln shuffled forward, putting his hands on her hips. She snaked her arms around his back, resting her hands on his shoulders. They embraced each other, pressing their foreheads against each other. Warm. Both of them thought of the other’s body. “Jordan,” Lincoln called out to her. She stared into his eyes. His hands were on the hem of her panties. She lowered her fingertips to his waistband. Neither moved. Their eyes locked.
“On the count of three,” Jordan murmured as her heartbeat raced. Lincoln swallowed his spit but nodded. “1” Her fingers pinched the edges of his underwear. Wow, these are really soft.
“2,” Lincoln counted, bringing her panties down by the tiniest of centimeters. They were statues again. Frozen by the decision they were about to make.
“3” They spoke, removing the other’s last piece of clothing. His cock flopped a bit upon being freed from its containment while her vagina held a thin wet trail connected to her panties. Both shuffled for a quick moment to remove it and kicked them off to the floor.
“You shaved,” Lincoln mumbled upon seeing her smooth snatch. She slid her smooth, soft hand to his groin. Lincoln’s body tingled at her touch.
“So did you,” She observed, not feeling any hair. Damn, she always wanted to know if the carpet matches the drapes.
“Soooooo, who should go first?” Lincoln asked. His penis twitched.
“Hmmmmm, you beat me in dodgeball earlier this week, so you should go first,” Girl Jordan teased softly into his ear. He slipped out a whimper as she leaned back. Lincoln moved to give her space. It sucks having the smallest room. She spread her lower lips for him to see. His face matched her glistening pink flesh. “Come on, Linky” He followed her beckoning finger lowering himself to be face to face with her opening. It radiated a seductive heat drawing him closer. Lincoln closed his eyes and gave it a test lick. “Mhm, just like that baby” She bit her lips as she played with her breast. He did what he was told. Her moans gave him confidence as he grew more enthusiastic. His hands glided up and down on her smooth thighs. “More tongue please” He probed his tongue into her, enjoying her juices. A mild sweet taste. He wanted more. His tongue danced inside, trying to find her sweet spot. Her hand tugged on his hair, pushing deeper. “Fuck so good, baby” Mollie would’ve killed to be in this position. An amazing boy licking her pussy like a dinner plate after a wonderful dinner. Luckily for her, she’s the dinner. She pouted when he removed his tongue but shaken as his tongue traced along her thighs before gently sucking on her labia. His tongue traveled up her body sampling her sweat. He sucked on her vulnerable neck as he slid a finger into her. She arched her back, feeling his finger slowly thrusting in and out of her.
“Good girl,” He said, nibbling on her ear. Her chest heaved up, using his other hand to play with her breasts. “So nice and tight for me” She tightened around his fingers.
“Yes, Lincoln, I’m a good girl,” Girl Jordan repeated. Her glimmering eyes pleaded. She opened her mouth. Lincoln took the hint. Tongues swirled and twirled. Man, she tastes amazing. Wait a minute. What type of girlfriend would she be if she let Lincoln do all of the work. Girl Jordan cupped his smooth balls and placed another hand on his shaft. It fits wonderfully in her palm. She moves her hand in a simple yet efficient motion. “Much better than your hands, huh” His groans were her answers and continued. Both continued to pleasure each other with only their muffled groans, moans, and heavy breathing occupying the room. Her walls pulsed on his magical fingers. “Linky, I’m-I’m getting close” He removed his fingers, allowing his tongue to finish the job. “Oh fuck, that’s the spot. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!” She wrapped her thighs around his head, keeping him right where he belongs. As if he’s going anywhere. Her eyes rolled back as waves of pleasure were ready to drown him. “OH fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m almost there. Right there, Linky” He increased the ferocity of his licks using his thumb to gently rub circles on her swollen clitoris. That opened the floodgates. She screamed in ecstasy, not caring if the neighbors heard them. Lincoln drank her flowing juices as her body shuddered and shake from the orgasm he gave her, holding her in place. He wiped his mouth, attempting to savor it. Lincoln smirked, seeing his girlfriend deep and steady breaths to calm herself. “You good there, babe?” He chuckled. She composed herself and grabbed his face, swapping each other’s spit. Jordan tasted herself on his lips. Delicious. Now she knows why he used his mouth to finish her off.
“I want to ride you,” Girl Jordan breathed in an intense tone. She gave another sweet kiss. “Please, Linky,” Jordan said softly. “Does your sweet and lovely girlfriend have to beg and whimper for you” Her warm breath tickled his ear as she smoothly stroked him. “Tell me” She stared deeply into his sparkling eyes. “What do I have to do?”
“I...um have some condoms in my drawers,” Lincoln stammered as he went to his drawer. He shuffled through the contents as she swallowed a birth control pill from her bag. “Found it” A cerulean square plastic object was in hand.
“A Durex?” Jordan questioned as he sat back down on the bed.
“Lisa said that ridiculously durable” Lincoln recalled that super awkward talk he had with Lisa. She grabbed the Durex and tossed it away. “Jordan?” What is she doing? His girlfriend rummaged through her overnight bag. Jordan pulled out a slightly larger golden wrapped square.
“Lincoln, you are Magnum,” Girl Jordan replied, shaking the item. He blushed as he reached for it. “No. I’ll do it” She gave his dick a few firm strokes making sure that he’s fully erect. He’s a good six inches at the minimum with lovely girth. Her fingers tore the package open and pulled out the condom. Girl Jordan examined it, ensuring that it’s on the right. She still had a tight grip on him. He had a lovely shade of pink on his face. Jordan placed the condom on the tip and rolled it down to the base. “See, I told you that you were a Magnum” The plastic was tight yet comfortable on him. He blushed at being Magnum worthy. She gently pushed him to his back as she positioned herself on top of him. Jordan placed his log near her entrance. She hesitated. This is going to hurt, but dear god, it’s going to be worth it.
“I got you, Jordan,” Lincoln comforted by holding one of her hands. “Let me know when you’re ready,” She smiled. That’s what she always loved about him. He’s considerate. Jordan calmed herself. She lowered her body, whimpering as Lincoln’s dick slowly made its way inside, stretching out her walls. Her body shook. He’s finally inside of her. “You okay?” Lincoln asked in concern.
“I’m okay,” Girl Jordan replied after a short pause. She kissed him again. “I’m going to start moving” He grinned. Jordan moved her body up and down, trying to find her rhythm. She moaned, too, as the stinging pain morphed into sensual pleasure. His soft moans invigorated her, putting more power into her bounces. Lincoln latched his lips onto one of her nipples, suckling it like a newborn. He alternated between each one while playing with her tits. “How does it feel, baby? Wet enough for you?” She teased, playing with his hair holding him close to her.
“I’m wearing a condom,” Lincoln released her nippled replying in a deadpan tone. “I know you’re warm” He thrust upward, going deeper inside her. She yelped. “Did you like that baby?” Lincoln copied. Girl Jordan wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her boobs on his chest. She bounced while he thrusted. Girl Jordan bit his bottom lip. Lincoln grabbed her butt cheeks, spreading them.
“You really like my ass, don’t ya” Jordan purred. He smacked it, leaving a faint handprint. “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHH~” She moaned at the stinging pleasure. “I’ll take that as yes” Jordan rubbed his back and shoulders while tasting his mouth. She rolled and grinded her hips.
“Ahhh, just like that,” Lincoln hummed at her movements. Jordan loved to hear that, keeping the same tempo rolling her hips as they enjoyed themselves. “Ahhhh~” A rumble spread throughout his body. She felt his cock twitching inside her. He’s getting close. “Oh shit, I’m about to cum” Girl Jordan pushed him back on his back.
“Allow me, baby,” Jordan advised getting in close. He can feel her breath and see her slightly sweaty face. “I’ll do the rest of the work” She pecked his lips and went back to work. Lincoln kept his hands on her hips. Girl Jordan didn’t change her tempo. He loved the slow and powerful motions, feeling the warmth of her pussy as she moved like a pendulum. Another moan came out. More desperate and eager. “Are you going to cum for me, baby” She teased, looking down at his face. His eyes were shut with an agape mouth. “Well, are you?”
“Yes, I’m going to fucking cum for you,” Lincoln answered in earnest.
“Good boy, just hold on for a little bit longer, okay” Girl Jordan whimpered. “I’m almost there” Their breathing became rapid and haggard as they were reaching their climax. “Lincoln,” She called out to him.
“Jordan,” He responded before engaging in another kiss. Her form rumbled as he thrusted as deep into her as he could. The plastic barrier contained his fertile essence preventing any surprises. His mother and father provided eleven kids. Lincoln wasn’t going to take that risk. The two took a breather gazing lovingly into their eyes.
“Well, someone” Jordan took a pause caressing his face. “Enjoyed themselves” She breathed heavily.
“So did you” Lincoln lightly chuckled. Girl Jordan leaned upright and got off him. He took off the filled, moistened condom.
“Holy shit, you were backed up,” Girl Jordan commented, astonished at how much he filled. She’s delighted that she went with the Magnum. Otherwise, it would’ve burst. “Were you saving all of that for me?” Jordan pointed out as he tied the tiny balloon.
“Yep, because you’re special to me, Jordan,” Lincoln replied, rubbing the back of his head. She gave a kiss on the cheek.
“Thank you” She smiled. “Also, where’s the bathroom? I need to pee,” Jordan asked softly.
“Literally down the hall,” Lincoln answered. “I’ll toss this downstairs in the kitchen and put up the pizza” He gestured to the contraceptive. Both made their respective journeys while he used his parent’s bathroom. He returned, finding Jordan in bed waiting for him. She opened the covers and patted a spot for him. Lincoln felt exhausted, too, and laid next to her as he wrapped his arms around her.
“Goodnight, Lincoln,” Girl Jordan yawned, giving him a kiss.
“Goodnight, Jordan,” Lincoln replied back as they both went into a deep slumber.
Bzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzzt!
Lincoln’s eyes slowly opened at the irritating sound. It’s the weekend. Why was his alarm still on? He groaned, reaching for his muscle fish alarm clock and pressed it. His blurring eyes scanned the room. Where’s Jordan? Her bag and clothing were still on the floor. Maybe she went to use the bathroom or something? Why is there a wet, soft sensation on his wang? Wait a sec. Moist, velvety sensation on his wang! Lincoln removed the covers and found his girlfriend. She was giving his morning wood a polish.
“Morning, babe,” Girl Jordan greeted, licking his shaft from the base to the tip with a teasing expression. This was one way to wake up
“Morning,” Lincoln grunted as she twirled her wily tongue on his sensitive tip. “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s the occasion” She gave the sides small kisses.
“I didn’t return the favor last night, soo,” Jordan remarked while stroking him. “What’s better than an early blowjob” He can’t argue with that logic. Might as well lean back and enjoy it. “Also, Linky,” She called out to him. Oh no. He thought to himself. She has the same predatory look whenever they play dodgeball. “Pull my hair.”
“Thanks for the ride, Paula,” Lynn Jr. replied joyfully that the match ended early last night. Man, that was a clean sweep. She grabbed her belongings and went to the front door. Lynn found her key and opened it. Okay, the house is clean. Not too clean since there are plastic cups and plates on the living room table. The athlete dropped her bags. Hopefully, there’s some pizza leftover in the fridge. Sweet there’s still a meatball sub in here
“Uuuuugghhhhhhhhhhh” Her senses snapped in the direction of the sound. That was LINCOLN’S voice. She rushed up the stairs as swiftly as she could. No one is going to harm her brother. It came from his room. Lynn charged down the hall forcing the door to open.
“Linc, are you ok...ay” Lynn shouted in concern before pausing at the scene in front of her. Lincoln sat on his bed naked with his hand on Girl Jordan’s braided ponytail while she was gobbling on his cock. The Loud siblings blushed a radiant crimson while Jordan looked bored with a hint of annoyance.
“You’re back early,” Lincoln acknowledged, not sure on how to explain this situation.
“A little too early,” Lynn replied. There’s a musty smell in the room with sweat. Yeah, they fucked. Jordan frowned. She’s letting the stink out.
“Um, I’m trying to get my breakfast here, soooo” Jordan released her mouth from his marvelous appendage. She clicked her tongue. “You mind?” Girl Jordan didn’t wait for an answer. She resumed bobbing her head back and forth, making sure it’s shiny when she’s done while rubbing his thighs. Girl Jordan’s sole focus was on Lincoln’s face. How it twisted and contorted with that dorky look? Or how his toes curled. She blatantly ignored Lynn’s existence. Lynn didn’t know what to do as she’s watching her brother get sucked off.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum” Lincoln blurted out. Girl Jordan smiled, increasing her speed while licking the smooth underside. She forced his thighs down to keep him in place. “Oh shit,” He exploded in her mouth as hot creamy strings filled her mouth and throat. Girl Jordan didn’t move an inch allowing it to occur. Lincoln collapsed backward on his bed from his explosive organism. He covered his face. His sister watched him cum. “In front of my sister, Jordan,” Lincoln asked as she licked him clean with a smirk.
“In her defense, I wasn’t going to do it,” Lynn replied, munching on her sandwich.
“Well, that surprising wholesome and vanilla,” A significantly older Lisa viewed from her multidimensional screen. It was one of her favorite pastimes watching alternate universes, timelines, and/or dimensions. She never knows what she’s going to get. Yes, you can say it’s weird and disturbing to watch her brother have sexual relationships. But, can you really say it’s strange if he wasn’t her brother in that reality? And she’s a scientist. Lisa has to get weird sometimes. Besides, there are more disturbing things she could’ve watched. Her communication device vibrated. It’s a message from one of her siblings inviting her to lunch. She smiled. “On my way,” She typed back.
I’m glad to be finally done with this chapter. This was almost 50 freaking pages. But, whatever, it’s completed.
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