Content Violations Review: Fanfic.Earths Mightiest Mortals

Luna scrutinized the room her girlfriend had dragged her to. "It...kinda looks like the music room at school, babe. Which, not gonna lie, I kinda suspected from the way you dragged me to school, on one of the few days where we don't have to be here."

The sole Loud boy was quite charming in his own way as it stood, and with age reinforcing those charms with experience and certain...physical enhancements, she'd suspected that she would need those years to mentally prepare herself for the hormonal onslaught that a pubescent Lincoln Loud was almost certain to become.

But the more pressing issue was that Lincoln had been exposed to entirely too much floozy within the last few minutes. So Lynn took it upon herself to remind him who his girlfriend was by shoving him up against the door and ramming her tongue down his throat. These were her favorite kinds of reminders.

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Much more relevant to the matter at hand, however, was that whereas Lynn Loud was weak, scrawny, and could barely fill out a training bra, Lynn Marvel was all boobs, legs, and a killer set of abs. And she fully intended to put those attributes to good use.

"About time you woke up." Purred an entirely too sensual voice as the kiss ended. The overdose of pleasurable sensations he was being subjected to were beginning to have their effect, and Lincoln redoubled his efforts to properly awaken before certain other parts of his body could beat him to the punch.

[...]

They'd slipped in through his window, Lincoln had bid his sister goodnight, and then...Lynn had decided that she'd had other ideas as to how they'd be spending the night. Which was why he currently found himself laying atop what appeared to be a very attractive, and extremely naked twenty-something year old woman. Which he was in no way complaining about, but...

"Well..." She began. "Luna was planning on staying after school to put some work into our new song. But I think she's had enough time to herself. Thought you and I could drop in."

"W-what for?"

"Call it a...private jam session." She chuckled, nuzzling her face against his. "With just the three of us..."

"Maybe I don't," Lincoln replied. Much to her surprise, Lincoln stared right back at her, not the least bit daunted. There was something about that gaze of his. Her cute little brother had apparently done a lot of growing up lately, and it...stirred things inside her. Primal things. Things good sisters shouldn't be thinking about their siblings. And yet, here they were.

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"G-glad you recognize that," Luna muttered, frustrated that once again, her little brother had managed to fluster her so. Unwilling to simply take it this time, she cupped his face with one hand and pressed her lips to his. This time, the kiss was not chaste in any way, shape, or form. Once she'd finally had her fill, she released him, and as she pulled back, she allowed herself a satisfied smile. The dazed expression on the boy's face spoke volumes.

It had started innocently enough, Lincoln situated between the two sisters, the three siblings basking in their shared closeness and camaraderie. It was hard to say exactly when things had started going downhill. He'd remembered Lynn putting her arm around his shoulder, and responding in kind, pulling her close. He'd remembered Lucy leaning her head against his chest, and he'd acknowledged her by resting his own atop her's, planting a chaste kiss on the younger girl's raven locks, much to her delight. Then...he was pretty sure Lynn had started massaging his thigh, which he'd learned long ago was her code for "I need you in the other room, preferably without these scratchy jeans." But he wasn't certain if that was before, or after Lucy had tried to shimmy her way into his lap. Regardless, the two attempts at amorousness had met and mixed about as well as oil and water, and now Lincoln found himself betwixt two angry Loud sisters, each trying to pull him free of the other.

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"W-what's up, Leni?" Asked Lincoln, his words slightly muffled by the older girl's expansive bosom. Clutched as he was in Leni's grip, Lincoln's mobility was severely hindered, but he gently tried to pivot his lower body away from his big sister without drawing too much attention to his actions. Leni was an extremely pretty girl, and seemingly took great delight in rubbing those pretty bits of her's all over her little brother. This wasn't something that had ever bothered Lincoln in the past, Leni being very physical in her affections was just part of who she was. But recent events, namely the romantic developments between him and his now super-powered sisters, had removed the mental block that had previously prevented him from becoming aroused by the antics of his sisters, and Leni's very physical, very enthusiastic affections were doing all kinds of things to his hormone ridden-body. Having to explain to sweet, innocent Leni why certain parts of him were paying more attention to her than others, was a conversation he most definitely did not want to have. So it seemed like the path of least resistance would be to just quietly reposition himself and hope that Leni didn't get curious about the sudden tightness of his jeans.

An image of Leni dressed in that same skirt/bikini combo popped into his head, and Lincoln was forced to clamp one hand over his nose to stymy the deluge of blood he could feel rushing forth. Quick though his response had been, he could still feel a tiny trickle of the sanguine fluid trickle through the cracks in his fingers.

But she'd already allowed Lincoln to get to second base with her in the most unusual way possible, so its not like things could get any weirder. Taking a deep breath, Becky tried her best to ignore the sensations of the distressingly tiny world around her and focused solely on the boy clutched in her arms.

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Suddenly, Leni yanked Lincoln back towards her, very nearly pulling Becky along with him, and planted her own, very unsisterly kiss on the boy's lips. As she stood there, awkwardly holding one arm of her crush while he was being made out with by his very enthusiastic sister, Becky found herself wishing she could be a little more surprised by the situation. But she wasn't. Leni had always been fond of her brother, after all.

So sweet and simple was this demeanor they radiated, that all who looked upon them felt compelled to smile in bemusement and turn away, so as to better allow the couple their innocent intimacy. A view that would have been swiftly shattered had the boy not been making a deliberate effort to obscure from onlookers the fact that the girl had spent the majority of the ride doing her very best to devour his neck.