A long time ago I promised to write out a scene that was alluded to in the story itself: Lynn and Lincoln having sex under the front porch while fire ants sting the shit out of them. Well, last night AberrantScript reminded me of my vow, and since I'm between stories, I decided 'what the hell?'

Here it is, in all its glory. Hope you enjoy.

I'm gonna cream my jeans if this keeps up, Lincoln thought, crossing his legs. He and Lynn were sitting on the couch, a baseball game on TV. Lincoln thought baseball was lame: Bunch of pansies in button-up shirts chewing tobacco and touching themselves like Michael Jackson in one of those videos from back in the day when he was still black and still had a nose. There was one bright spot, though: Baseball really cleared the room. When he came down the stairs ten minutes ago, Lynn was alone – totally and entirely alone. Holy shit, he thought with a grin. When does this happen?

Never, that's when. 1216 Franklin Avenue is home to thirteen people (wasn't that an unlucky number?), and when that many people are shoved up together, privacy is a luxury you don't often come by. Normally that was mildly irritating, but ever since he and Lynn...uh...started doing things together, it was endlessly frustrating. Why? Oh, no reason...other than they never had time to have sex. Jeez, they couldn't even get a quickie in without someone bothering them.

Lincoln looked left, then right. The place was deserted.

Perfect.

He came around the couch and dropped down. "Hey, sis," he said. Lynn, hitherto sitting on the edge of her seat (literally, she was almost falling off), glanced at him, and grinned. "Hey, Linc. How's it going?"

Lincoln shrugged. "Alright. You looked kind of...alone...so I thought I'd come keep you company."

A devilish grin spread across Lynn's freckled face. "Oh, yeah?"

Lincoln shrugged again. "I'm a nice guy."

"Nice looking," Lynn said, scooting closer. He slipped his arm around her shoulder and her hand fluttered to the growing bulge between his legs. "Ummm, hey, Linc." She brushed her thumb against the tip, and he sucked a mouthful of air. Half-turning, his laid his hand on her crotch. "Ummm, hey, Lynn."

She giggled and took a trembling breath, her big brown eyes shimmering with lust. Staring into them, Lincoln rubbed her through her shorts while she rubbed him through his pants. It wasn't full on sex, but hey, he was so horny he'd take what he could get.

Biting her lower lip, she leaned in. "If I pulled my shorts down and sat on your lap..."

"Shut up and take my money," Lincoln said, starting to unzip his pants. Lynn pulled her hand back and hooked it into her shorts.

When Lucy spoke behind them, Lynn blasted into outer space and Lincoln screamed like a woman.

"Don't be so dramatic," Lucy said, "I didn't scare you that bad. Have either of you seen Luan? She said she'd listen to my new poem if I listened to her new routine."

"Have you seen my fist?" Lynn asked sharply, raising said fist and shaking it.

"I see what you do to yourself with it at night."

Lynn blushed and Lucy skipped away.

Lincoln sighed. "Maybe..."

He was going to say maybe we can be alone now, but the words died on his lips when Luna appeared from literally nowhere and plopped down between them. "Baseball, huh? Rockin'!"

Lincoln bowed his head.

"Which team are we rooting for?"

Lincoln crossed his legs against his erection.

For a long time, they sat there watching TV, Lynn and Lincoln both looking annoyed. Finally, at the bottom of the ninth, Lynn could take no more. She jumped up. "Yo, Linc, wanna play ball?"

"God, yes," Lincoln said, virtually jumping from his seat. His feet tangled and he went to his knees. Aw, God! I'm okay! He crawled to the edge of the couch and used the coffee table to stand.

His sister's eyes twinkled. "Come on, then."

Outside, the day was warm and sunny. Lynn leaned back into him, the breeze tossing her fragrant chestnut hair into his face. He wrapped his arm around her and ground his erection against her butt. He didn't mean to...his body was acting of its own accord...really.

"So," she said, "I know where we can be alone."

He kissed her neck. "Where?" he panted.

"Under the porch."

Lincoln's brow furrowed. "Uh...under the porch?"

"Yeah," she said, "who's going to bother us under there?"

Lincoln cocked his head. "No one?"

"No one."

"Okay, let's do it."

He followed her down the steps. There was a section where the lattice skirting was missing, and, with a glance around, Lynn dropped to her knees and crawled through. Lincoln knelt, tossed his own glance around (no one saw them...awesome!), and followed suit.

Under the porch, it was dark and cool, sunlight falling through cracks and dappling the dirt.

Before Lincoln could speak, Lynn threw herself at him and knocked him back, her lips molding to his and her legs wrapping themselves around his waist. He had no choice but to wrap his arms around her back and battle her tongue with his...what else could he have done, just let her whoop him? Not damn likely.

Lynn grinded her crotch against his, and he ground right back. The pressure was rising, the heat was building, and if she didn't get off of him and stop rubbing him like that he was going to blow his load.

He pushed her away. "Lynn...you be on bottom."

She shrugged. "Okay." She got off and yanked her gym shorts down. Lincoln got to his knees, unzipped his pants, and whipped his bat out...he was going for a homerun. Nothing was going to stop him.

Lynn beckoned him with her finger and a come-and-get-me grin.

Lincoln slipped out of his pants and mounted his sister, pushing her legs apart with his knees. The hot, wild smell of her found his nostrils, and he took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

"Alright," she said, leaning back, "we don't have time for any of that foreplay bullshit. Just stick it in and make me cum."

Lincoln grinned. She didn't have to tell him twice.

Positioning himself at her hole, he pushed, his ball shooting into Lynn's end zone. She gasped and threw her arms around his neck. "Like that...like that...like that..."

He thrusted hard, and she cried out. "Wait...there's dirt in my ass." She shifted and winced. "Okay. Keep going."

He thrusted again, his knees slipping in the dirt and his dick twisting at painful angles.

"What's wrong?" she gasped.

"Nothing," he panted, drawing himself up.

He found as steady a motion as he could, and pumped in and out of his sister. Yes! He was going to score a touchdown!

Lynn yelped.

"What?" he asked, slowing.

"I think something just bit me."

Lincoln rolled his eyes. "It's probably not..."

"Ow!"

"Lynn..." he started, but stopped when he felt something tickling his nuts. He reached a hand down just as searing pain shot into them. He threw back his head and moaned. "Fuck! My sack!"

Lynn jumped. "Ouch! Ah, my lip!"

She wasn't talking about her mouth lips.

Lincoln pulled out of her and looked down. Red, angry fire ants were marching aimlessly through the dirt. "Fire ants! Goddamn it!"

"Ow! My butt!"

Lincoln sat on his knees for a moment, his penis pointing at his sister's parted lips and quivering like a divining rod over an underground well. An ant bit his knee, and he slapped the shit out of it, succeeding only in hurting himself.

"Fuck it," Lynn sighed, "finish me!"

An ant was marching up his knee again, and he flicked it off.

"Alright."

He got on top of her and started pumping wildly. Lynn's cries of pleasure were punctuated by cries of pain as ants attacked her vulnerable flesh. Another ant chomped down on Lincoln's balls, and he hissed over clenched teeth. "Hurry up and cum, goddamn it!"

He thrusted hard once, twice, three times, and, with an "Ouch!" Lynn trembled over the edge and shook with her climax. Thank God. Lincoln thrusted two more times, then let himself finish, shooting his hot, creamy seed deep into Lynn's well.

"Alright, get off of me!" she said, then pushed him off. He toppled over and landed on his side, cum still dripping from his tip. She hurriedly pulled up her shorts and blasted out through the hole. Lincoln grabbed his pants, yanked them up, and followed. He found her rolling in the grass, a pained expression on her face. "Ah, they're in my shirt!"

"Come here," Lincoln said, crawling over and lifting the back of her shirt. Her smooth, creamy skin was covered in angry red welts. He saw an ant, and crushed it with his finger. She yelped.

At that moment, something stung his butthole, and he jumped to his feet. "Arggh!" He jammed his hand down the back of his pants and found the offending ant trying its damnedest to squeeze in through the back door. Oh, hell no. He plucked it out and crushed it between his thumb and forefinger.

Lynn lie in the grass, panting. Lincoln dropped down next to her. His nuts hurt. His butt hurt.

"Still had sex," Lynn panted, and held her hand up for a high-five.

Lincoln slapped it. "Still had sex."