“Good morning, baby bro,” greeted the eldest Loud sister as she opened the wall of the doll house. Lori was blonde, like their mother, and took after her in a lot of other ways. Blessed by Rita’s genes, she had the same curves, full chest, and hips that just wouldn’t stop as the woman who birthed her. Her smile was kind, but also a little condescending as she looked into her younger brother’s little apartment.
“Hey Lori,” Lincoln replied casually, waving as he sat on the edge of his bed. “What’s up?”
“Its breakfast time, dork. And it’s my turn for Lincoln duty today, so you know what that means,” she said with a mischievous grin.
Lincoln scratched his chin, rubbed the back of his neck, and went through several other thoughtful poses as he paced, pretending to wonder. “Let me see here. Hmm. Does it mean… I’m going in your underwear?”
Lori tittered, reached into the doll house, and scooped up her littlest sibling. “How’d you guess?” She didn’t give him time to answer before depositing him into her cleavage. It was the most convenient position for all involved, keeping the carrier’s hands free while affording Lincoln a decent view. Not to mention he felt really good wiggling against a pair of sensitive breasts.
Lori’s bosoms were soft and just a little bit squishy, making them ideal for reclining. Lincoln did just that, or at least as best he could while his lower half was wedged within boob flesh. He gave a contented sigh and spread his hands out, feeling the way his sister’s skin bristled with goose bumps. It was a nice feeling. “Oh, you know. Just a feeling,” he replied blissfully.
“Heeey!” whined Leni. Second oldest, her figure was almost as curvy as Lori’s, though she had more of a ditzy charm that tended to draw in more boys. “How come you get Lincoln today? I thought it was supposed to be my turn.”
“It was, before we made that bet, remember?” Lori reminded smugly. “You lost, which means that your day now belongs to me.”
Lincoln was broken from his relaxation by the sight of his sad sister. Leni in particular was such an innocent soul that it actually hurt to see her upset. “That’s not fair, Lori.”
“Oh, what do you care? My boobs are bigger than hers, anyway.”
Lincoln had to struggle to twist around and face the tyrannical sister. “It’s not about boobs. It’s about being a good brother. Today was Leni’s turn and you shouldn’t have made that bet in the first place. Besides, just because it’s your turn, that doesn’t mean you’ve got me exclusively. And it’s not like you asked me about this dumb bet. I might be a minizora, but that doesn’t mean you get to treat me as an object to be passed around.”
Lori scoffed down at the boy in her cleavage. “Lincoln, that’s literally what being a minizora is all about. You can’t look after yourself, so it’s up to your family to keep you safe. And, as a part of this family, that means you’ve got to pull your weight around here, bucko.”
Lincoln rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know, which is what I’m arguing for. Today is supposed to be Leni’s turn. She’s been waiting over a week for this; and honestly, so have I. How can you just take away our day together?”
“We were going to go shopping,” Leni sniffled.
“Seriously, Leni. You’re too nice for your own good sometimes. Time with Lincoln is like time in the bathroom. You want it; you’ve got to seize it when the others aren’t looking.”
Lincoln heaved a heavy sigh. Lori wasn’t wrong. He loved his sisters and liked spending time with them. The turns system was supposed to keep things fair. But alas, too often his sisters would get impatient. One minute he might be critiquing Lucy on her latest poem, and then she’d turn her back and he’d find himself in the audience of Luan’s latest joke routine. And then there were all the things that happened outside the turns. Even if it was Lola’s turn, Lyn would still get to borrow him by shoving him in her jockstrap and going through an elaborate exercise routine as part of her superstitious sports rituals. Then there were the deals. Sometimes, it was a bet, but others, it was like when Luna offered to do Lana’s chores for a week if she got to bring Lincoln along for her date with Sam. That… had been a nice night. Admittedly, the system was pretty broken, but it was still preferable to total anarchy.
Fortunately for Lincoln, it was actually Leni who delivered the winning argument. Not with eloquent words, as those had never been the blonde airhead’s strong suit, but with action. Specifically, she started whimpering like a kicked puppy. Lincoln had to shield his eyes, for no one with a soul could withstand Leni’s unparalleled pitifulness. Lori, however, wasn’t so quick.
“Ugh, fine,” groused the eldest. “I still won, so I’m keeping Lincoln until lunch. You can have him after that. Sound fair?”
Leni perked up immediately and rushed over, wrapping Lori in a constrictive embrace. “Thank-you-thank-you-thank-you! You’re the best!” As she gushed, she also unknowingly smothered her chest against Lincoln, compressing him between a boob and a soft place. Fortunately, he was used to this kind of treatment. The only surprising thing was that when Lori finally pushed Leni away, Lincoln was still wedged in Lori’s cleavage.
“Yeah, yeah. I know I’m great,” Lori replied, nonchalantly checking her nails as her free hand adjusted her bra. Though it was really an excuse to coax Lincoln into wiggling more. As every Loud sister knew, his little body was a boundless source of stimulation. “Okay, Stinken,” she said down to her boobs. “Ready to get this Saturday started?”
1 Start with the Louds at breakfast
2 Skip to something special Lori had planned
3 Skip to Leni getting her turn
4 Clyde comes over
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