This is unbecoming of you, Luan, Luan Loud told herself. She was lying in a spill of early morning sunshine, her nightdress pulled up past her hips, revealing the dank juncture between her legs. Her covers were pooled around her feet. She had learned that playing with herself got messy, and she didn't want to have to wash her sheets or cover every day, or leave it to Lori, whose chore was doing the laundry, because Lori would most likely make fun of her, so she did it openly and uncovered.

Licking her dry lips, she glanced over at Luna, who was still asleep; the subtle movement dragged the thin fabric of the dress across her nipples, and she shivered, a little smile on her face; she didn't mind masturbating in the open like this, because the possibility of Luna waking up and seeing excited her even more. Maybe she'd even come over and help...

She shivered and pulled her dress down, rubbing herself through the fabric one last time. Later, little girl, later, she thought as she got up. In the hall, Leni and Lincoln were waiting in line for the bathroom, Leni in her own nightdress and Lincoln in his tighty whities. And tight they were. He was either growing fast, or their mother was slow in replacing his undies, because those things clung to him like funny to a clown. She could see the outline of his cute little butt, and if he turned, she was sure she would be able to see something else, something that would make her hot and wet...

"Hey, Linc," she said as she got in line behind him.

"Hey," he muttered tiredly.

"Wanna hear a joke?"

"Not really," he said, "I'm not even awake yet."

"What did the hurricane say to the coconut palm tree?"

Lincoln sighed. "What?"

"Hold on to your nuts, this is no ordinary blow job!"

Lincoln went rigid.

"Luan!" Leni cried, shocked. "That's, like, inappropriate."

"Lincoln liked it," Luan said.

"No he didn't, he's blushing like crazy."

Oh? Luan leaned over his shoulder to see, intentionally pressing her crotch into his butt. Between her nightdress and his undies, there wasn't much separating them: His heat soaked into her, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "He is blushing," Luan said, then put her lips against his ear, so that they lightly brushed him: "What's wrong, Linc? Don't like dirty jokes?"

He shuddered and pulled away from her.

"You're weird," Leni said just as the door opened behind her and Lori came out, a towel wrapped around her body and another wrapped around her hair.

"Who's weird?" she asked.

"Luan. She just told Lincoln a really dirty joke."

"It's fine," Lincoln said, escaping past Leni into the bathroom. "It was funny. I liked it." He flashed a big, fake smile, and shut the door. Inside, he sighed. He looked down at the front of his underwear; a bulge was forming, and he felt a hot rush of shame. What a pervert! He rubbed his butt, which was still warm from Luan's...yeah...and took a deep breath. He pressed hard on his boner. Go down, damn it. She's your sister.

Putting it in such blunt terms made it deflate.

In the hall, Luan waited with crossed arms for her brother to come out, a lopsided grin on her face. Leni quickly forgot about her displeasure and started humming, bobbing her head from side to side.

When Lincoln came out, he kept his head low and tried to slip by her, but she reached out and grabbed him by the arm. She turned to make sure Leni was in the bathroom, and then looked back at her brother. His eyes were wide. He looked like a doe in headlights. "Wanna hear more jokes, Linc?"

He shook his head.

"How do you stop a dog from humping your leg?"

His cheeks burned.

"Pick him up and suck his dick!"

He went pale, except for those cute little red patches on his cheeks. Luan's grin widened. She leaned in closer, so close that she could feel his breath, so close she could taste it.

And it was making her delirious.

"What do a Rubik's cube and a penis have in common?" She was panting now, looming over him.

He quivered. "W-What?"

"The more you play with them..." she was on her tippy toes now, and Lincoln was practically sitting down, "the harder they get."

With a breathless gasp, he tore away from her grip and fled as fast as his little legs would carry him, throwing a final, frightened glance over his shoulder before disappearing into his room and slamming the door. Luan watched him with hooded eyes, her arms crossed over her chest. The sweet taste of his breath still lingered in her mouth; she licked her lips.

That, she decided, watching her brother's wiggling, escaping butt, is what she wanted.

When she heard his door lock, her brow furrowed. Maybe she was coming on a little too strong, though. If she really wanted playtime with Lincoln, she would have to take it slow and easy. Ummm. Slow and easy. Just like making love.

She shivered again. Alright. Later. Right now she had to get dressed and stop thinking about her brother, or she would need to masturbate again, and while she could rub one off fairly quickly, she liked to take her time, running her hands up and down her chest and stomach, her pubic mound, her inner thighs, then, when she was good and primed...

In her room, she stripped out of her nightdress and, naked, selected her clothes for the day. A plaid skirt, a white blouse and socks. Luna was still asleep, snoring lightly; after Luan pulled her shoes on, she went over and shook her sister's shoulder. "Sleepyhead," she said in a musical, singsong voice, "it's time to get up."

Luna muttered and rolled over. Luan sat. The mattress was warm. "Come on, Lune," she said. "You're going to be late."

"I don't care," Luna murmured. "Leave me alone."

Luan tried. She really did. But you know what they say about leading a horse to water. "Alright," she sighed, getting up and going to the door, where she looked back, practicing her sexy over-the-shoulder gaze for Lincoln, "but don't say I didn't try."

Downstairs, most of her sisters (and Lincoln, she saw with a throaty purr) were gathered at the dining room table, hurriedly eating their breakfast. Lincoln looked up, then quickly back down as though something intensely interesting had just happened in his Corn Flakes. Luan walked by, throwing him a lusty glance, and went into the kitchen, where she grabbed a bowl and a spoon. She selected Coco Puffs from the line of boxes marching across the island's granite top, filled the bowl halfway, then brought it into the dining room, where she sat next to Lynn, who was munching on a sports bar and paging through a copy of Sports Illustrated. She paused at a picture of a swimsuit model, her eyes widening with what Luan took to be interest. "She is hot," Luan commented as she reached for the milk.

"Huh?" Lynn asked, looking up.

"That girl you were checking out. She's hot." Luan uncapped the milk and poured some into her bowl. "I'd do her."

"I wasn't checking her out!" Lynn said defensively. "I was...I was checking out the volleyball in the background. Nice ball." She coughed nervously.

"Okay," Luan said with teasing hilt to her voice, "you weren't oogling her breasts and wondering what her nipples taste like."

"Jesus, Luan," Lori said disgustedly, "you're gross."

"She's cruising for a bruising, too," Lynn said, her eyes flashing.

"I'm not the one making out with a picture of a half-naked woman."

"I wasn't making out with it," Lynn growled.

Luan was aware of Lincoln watching them with something like fear in his eyes. He was so sweet and timid. It was really hot.

"Not yet," Luan smirked.

"Screw you," Lynn said, getting up from the table, "bitch." She snatched her magazine and stormed out of the room. Luan turned to find her sisters looking at her severely, and Lincoln looking down into his bowl.

"What's wrong with you?" Lori asked, shaking her head.

"Me? I just said the girl was hot. Lynn's the one who got defensive about it."

She honestly didn't mean anything by it. The girl in the picture was hot, and Luan could definitely see herself squeezing one out if her pussy had the good fortune of being rubbed (or, oh God, licked) by her. Yeah, she could have stopped when she saw she was getting under Lynn's skin, but God knows Lynn liked picking on everyone else: One day she made Lincoln storm out of the room with an endless barrage of small penis jokes. Another day, it was Luan's turn. Metal-mouth this, braceface that. Live by the sword, die by the sword.

"You should, like, apologize," Leni said, her eyes knitted in a V.

Luan sighed. "Fine." She cast a smile at Lincoln, got up, and went into the living room. Lynn was sitting on the armchair, her legs hooked over one of the arms and her head resting against the other, her ponytail hanging over the side. She held the magazine out in front of her. When she heard Luan coming, she looked up, her eyes narrowing.

"I'm sorry," Luan said. "I was just messing with you. I was being honest at first though." She grinned. "That girl is hot."

Lynn searched her sister's eyes for traces of deception, but found none, and her shoulders relaxed a little. "That's not something you joke about."

Luan's eyebrows furrowed. "What's something you don't joke about?"

"Nevermind," Lynn said, going back to her magazine, "just drop it."

Whatever. Luan had more important things to worry about than Lynn being weird anyway.

Like how she was going to get her brother to sleep with her.