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-End of Lincoln's point of view-

Back to the present

Lincoln had just hit the punching bag; he had been like that for thirty minutes, and he was all sweaty, so he went to take a shower.

The boy opened his bag and took a white sleeveless shirt, black pajama pants, and some clean towels that his mother had given him, and when he climbed the stairs to the bathroom, he crossed the corridors with Lynn. When she saw him sweating so much that his shirt clung to his body, highlighting his well-functioning muscles, Lynn bit her lower lip.

"Well, you sure are grown up, little bro. Maybe I'll look a little, and a little look won't hurt," Lynn thought when she saw Lincoln go into the bathroom. She looked everywhere to make sure no one came; luckily for her, everyone was busy downstairs with Lily and Lisa, so she could confidently implement her plan. Lynn peered through the keyhole as she watched Lincoln undress, first unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a torn torso and a sturdy arm. "Hmm. Yes, Linky, undress for your sis." The boy continued to unbuckle and pull his pants down. Lynn took out a hundred dollars from her pocket. "I want to put this bill in those underwear." When Lincoln turned around, what Lynn saw nearly gave her a massive nosebleed. Lincoln was wearing black underwear with orange elastic bands and had a large bulge in the front. "Damn Lincoln, do you have some damn grapefruit in there? Puberty has been really generous with you." Lincoln was dropping his underwear; Lynn could not take it anymore, and she took her hand to her crotch, enjoying herself through her short shorts, forgetting that she was in the middle of the aisle. "Yes, Lincoln, let me see you. Show me what a man you've become."

But before she could enjoy the last corner of her brother, whom she had yet to see, Lynn heard someone coming up the stairs, and she quickly stopped touching herself and went into her room, opening the door a little to see who had ruined her special moment. It was her mother who handed Lincoln a new slab of soap when Rita came back downstairs. Lynn hurried to watch the end of the show, but it was already late. Lincoln entered the bathtub and drew the curtains; besides, it was impossible to see through the steam. Lynn returned to her room disappointed, but it wasn't all a waste of time. She began masturbating again with the memory of that pack bulging in her brother's underwear. "Oh Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln." She repeated her brother's name like an incantation and reached a climax.

-While in the Living room-

Albert was talking to Lynn and Rita. "Thank you for letting me be here with you, daughter."

"You have nothing to be thankful for, Dad. I'm glad we finally got to use the sofa bed I made."

"By the way, where will Lincoln sleep?" Mr. Loud asked.

"That's right, we didn't think of that." Albert said

"Lily took Lincoln's room even though his furniture was still there. He could sleep with her." Rita proposed, and suddenly Lily felt a tingling in her stomach and a burning sensation in her cheeks like Luna's.

"I don't know Rita; the boy is fifteen; he can't stay with a woman. There are things a man needs privacy for."

"Dad, please don't say that in front of the girls," said Rita.

"Well, you have to understand that he stopped being a child a long time ago; he really is a man." Albert said

Rita and Albert turned to Mr. Loud as if to break the tie.

"Good. As far as I agree with your father, I'm afraid there is nowhere for Lincoln to sleep, so he will have to share a room with someone until we can find a place for him to sleep." After hearing of their father's decision, Luna, Lucy, and Lynn, who had quickly come down on hearing that Lincoln could sleep with one of them, were more than willing to share their bed. Luna was about to speak, but Lincoln, who had already come down, interrupted them in his new pajamas.

"Listening to everything from the stairs, I can sleep on the floor of one of your rooms," suggested the white-haired man.

"There is no way," Luna dismissed. "It's minus seven degrees, and you just took a shower. You'll catch a cold if you do that."

"Luna is right; you should sleep in bed," suggested Rita. Again, Luna spoke first.

"He can sleep in my bed."

"good idea." Lynn Sr. congratulated his daughter on her brilliant idea, while Luna had a smile on her face as Lucy and Lynn's faces twisted into a grimace of hate.

Knowing that her brother would share a bed with her, a fantasy began to take shape in the rocker's mind.

Lincoln was on top of Luna, kissing her neck as he ruthlessly moved his hips and slashed at his sister.

Finally, it's time to sleep. But Luna was not what she expected.

"That wasn't what I had in mind." She said this with a frustrated expression on her face as she lay on Luan's bed while Lincoln slept in hers.

Everyone was already asleep, and Luna was lying on her side, moaning at her inability to be with Lincoln, when she felt something between her thighs. She almost screamed, but Lincoln covered her mouth. "Calm down, it's me!"

"Lincoln?" Luna asked when she saw that what was protruding between her thighs was Lincoln's penis.

"Yes, Luna, we are finally alone. Luan went to the bathroom, so let's take advantage of it." The boy rubs his cock between Luna's thighs, giving the girl great pleasure.

"Luna, I can't take it anymore." Lincoln put his cock at the entrance to Luna's vagina.

"Wait, Lincoln, you don't have a condom. No, no, no." Luna felt Lincoln's organ enter her, and suddenly she woke up, and next to her, Luan was snoring. It was all a dream. Luna saw that her pants were wet. She had a wet dream. The girl got up to go to the bathroom to change her underwear. When she entered the laundry basket, she saw Lincoln's shirt. Luna took the garment and sniffed deeply, letting that smell penetrate her nostrils. "Ah, you smell so good."

Luna continued sniffing the dress without noticing that Lynn was inside the bathtub, hiding behind the curtains, spying on her. She had no pants; she only had her shirt and Lincoln's underwear on her face like a mask while a thick liquid was pouring out of her vagina.