Lincoln Loud walked into his room, shut the door, and leaned against it with a weary sigh. He was wearing his usual attire – orange polo shirt and blue jeans – but today he had an accessory: A red Santa hat with white trim and a fluffy white pompon on the end. He looked at the fourth wall. "When you have ten sisters, Christmas is a real pain in the neck." He walked over to his bed and sat down. The pompon smacked him in the face, and he winced. He had completely forgotten that he was wearing the stupid thing. He snatched it off and threw it across the room. "It's the sheer volume of gifts you have to buy that really trips you up. Money doesn't grow on trees. I have a very limited amount to spend, and I can't just buy my sisters any old thing, it has to be something they actually want." He laid back on his bed and grabbed an Ace Savvy comic from the nightstand. "I love my sisters, even though sometimes I also want to kick them through a plate-glass window, and I want them to be happy on Christmas morning."

He scanned the page and sat the comic on his chest in an A. "That's my biggest vice, I guess. Caring too much. But, hey, they're my sisters, and I really don't mind going out of my way to make things happen during the holidays." He turned and propped himself up on his elbow. "Like last week. There was a thing on the radio: Hold your pee for Mick Swagger tickets. I held it for three days running, but I won." He grinned devilishly. "Luna is going to shit when she opens them up." He held his finger up. "There are two, so she can bring a special someone, like...eh...I dunno...a blonde girl with a blue streak in her hair maybe." His eye twinkled knowingly. "And that baseball I snagged for Lynn...the one signed by Babe Ruth..." he chuckled. "I actually, uh...I stole that one. From an old man in a nursing home. I know, I know, that's really messed up, but he's blind and demented. He won't miss it."

Lincoln sighed. "It's all worth it in the end, though. They might know show it, but I know my sisters appreciate my awesome gifts. Every year Linc is the yuletide VIP." He nodded smugly. "Yep, that's me, Santa Loud, or Linc Claus. I like Linc Claus." He kicked off his shoes and peeled his socks from his feet, then threw them at the dirty clothes hamper in the corner; they missed and landed on the floor. Oh well. Whaddaya gonna do? "At least now I have my older sisters done, so I can focus entirely on the younger ones. I saw this really nice funeral dress in the window of a thrift store downtown that I'm thinking of getting for Lucy. For Lola...I don't know. Beauty products seem kind of generic, but she could put them to good use and I'm sure she'd like them."

He laced his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling. "Lana...you remember Frank the tarantula? Well, Mrs. Johnson's getting rid of him, so I was thinking maybe I could snap him up...offer to stay after school and clean the chalk erasers of something. Lisa...now she has me stumped. I mean, what can you seriously get a literal genius? Plutonium? Maybe in the year 1985 that's available in every corner market, but now?"

Lincoln glanced at the fourth wall. "Little Back to the Future reference...but it's true. All the stuff she wants, you can't get. Except beakers and little stuff like that. I don't want to get her little stuff, I want to really bowl her over, you know? I –"

A knock at the door cut him off.

Lincoln sighed. "Well, that's my alone time for the day. Come in!"

The door opened and Lori slipped in, closing it behind her and leaning heavily against it. Her eyes are half-lidded and the corners of her mouth are turned up in a sly smile. Lincoln's brow furrowed. "Can I help you?"

"I need your opinion on something," she said.

"Alright," Lincoln replied, "what?"

"Well..." she trailed off. "It'd be easier if I just showed you."

Lincoln glanced at the fourth wall, his brow cocked, then back at his sister. "Alright."

Lori's grin widened. She slowly crossed her arms over her stomach, gripped the hem of her shirt, and began to pull it up. Lincoln jerks. "Uh...what are you doing?"

The fabric of Lori's shirt rustled as it lifted over the pale, creamy flesh of her stomach, revealing her naval and her sharply hips. Lincoln's eyes widened and a hot flush colors his cheeks bright red. The shirt rides up farther, over the gentle swell of her pert breasts. She wore a blue bra with frilly white lace trim and a little pink bow in the center of the chest clasp. She pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aside, a wicked smile on her face. Next, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her cargo shorts and slides them down her slender legs, tilting forward and wiggling her hips, giving Lincoln a view down the front of her bra. When the shorts pooled around her ankles, she stepped out and kicked them away.

"How does this look?" she asked and put her hands on her hips.

Lincoln gaped at his eldest sister, his eyes crawling up her body from her pink-painted toenails to the curve of her outer thigh, her delicate throat, her hazy eyes, and then back down to her blue panties. They were a size too small, and tight against her sex – so tight that he could see its outline. His member stirred, and in that moment he realized something: He was a freak and a pervert...and he didn't care.

"Beautiful," he finally managed, his voice low and breathy with adolescent wonder.

Lori grinned. "Thank you. Now tell me...which do you prefer: This..."

She slowly turned and watched him over her shoulder as she undid her bra and flung it away. Her back was bare now, and Lincoln openly oogled her flexing shoulder blades, smooth skin, and swelling hips, his eyes trailing down her spine and pausing at the dimples at its base. He could see just the top of her cleft.

He swallowed. His mouth was dry and his body was hot, his dick throbbing painfully against the seam of his pants. In less than two minutes, lust had consumed him. Not that it was a long fall, mind you; he did think his sisters were pretty...

Lori giggled over her shoulder, a musical, girlish sound, then, moving with an agonizingly drawn out flourish, she started to pull her panties down: Lincoln's breath caught as they moved down her butt, exposing inch after inch of soft, warm flesh. He was so hot he felt dizzy, and all he could hear was the wild crashing of his own heart. She wiggled her legs and the underwear fell to the floor. She stepped out of them and turned, bearing her supple body to her brother: Her breasts were smell, perky globes, the areolas a light pink and her nipples erect. She was clean shaven downstairs, just the top of her slit visible between her silky thighs.

"...or this?"

Lincoln blinked. "Uh, t-t-that, d-definitely that."

"Hmmm. Okay. Now...can I see yours?"

What? Mine? Uh...wow. He'd never shown his thing to a girl before.

Lori watched him with sultry eyes.

He suddenly realized he wanted to show it to her.

With trembling fingers, he undid the button of his jeans and zipped them down, then he reached into his briefs and brought it out; it was slick and burning in his hand.

Lori's eyes widened slightly. "Wow," she purred, "baby bro's growing up."

"D-Do you wanna touch it?"

Please say yes, please say yes...

Lori made a thoughtful humming noise. "I do...but I can't...not right now."

"Why?"

"You'll see," she said. She bent over and slipped her shirt back on, then slipped into her shorts. She picked up her panties, balled them, and threw them at him: They struck him in the chest. "You can keep those...they smell like me."

Then, like a pleasant dream scattered away by the sounding of an alarm, she was gone, and Lincoln trembled. He picked up her panties and held them in his hands. They were soft, fragrant, and still warm with her heat. He looked at the fourth wall, his eyes wide and his face red. "I-I don't know what just happened..." he then looked at the panties again, "but I liked it."