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Chapter 2: The Lincolns
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Lincolns - Siblings Emma and Mike Baker, high school students, live in a tiny city apartment with their two parents. Surprise! After three years of exile there, they're returning to their suburban house, and reconnecting with their next-door neighbors and friends, Dora and Paul Lincoln. All four are similar ages, but puberty has changed them. A lot. Their four parents are reconnecting too. The Lincolns have added a pool, and some pineapple-themed decor. Hmm.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Group Sex Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Voyeurism Nudism
All during those first days after Dad announced our pending return, we talked about Paul and Dora Lincoln, our neighbors and childhood friends. I tried to remember as many details as I could. For example, Dora’s severe phobia about spiders. (I kept trying to remember to look up the name for that, but ... OH! It’s arachnophobia!).
Both of us pestered Mom until she agreed to take us over for a visit two weeks before moving day. When we arrived, Beth Lincoln ushered us inside and called for her children.
“Paul! Dora! They’re here!” For a moment, the four of us just stared at each other. Changes were inevitable after three years, but still ... Paul’s chin was at the level of my eyes. At six feet, I thought I was pretty tall, but Paul was four or six inches taller. He wore a sleeveless t-shirt showing a defined set of muscles.
My sister gaped at him, but I hardly noticed because I was staring at Dora. I remembered her as undeveloped and a little chubby, with a round and sunny face and bright blue eyes.
Now Dora was tall like her brother, slim, but also busty. Her eyes still sparkled, just as I remembered them. We rushed forward and embraced each other. The girls were hopping up and down in unison and laughing happily, while Paul and I shared a hug.
“What happened to you, Paul? You’re a huge athlete—I mean, an athlete who is huge.”
“Actually, both. Mike, I’m a starting forward on the varsity basketball team. Dora is a guard on the girl’s varsity basketball team.”
I turned to their mother.
“Mrs. L., what have you been feeding them, and is it legal?”
“Please, call me Beth, and we just changed to a high-protein, low-carb diet because Harry was getting prediabetic. He’s lost 50 pounds, and now Lydia Jackson down the street keeps trying to seduce him.”
We all laughed. Then Beth said, “But now that you are coming back, Ellie, Lydia will just have to get in line behind you.”
Mom didn’t react the way I expected. No eye rolling, scoffing, or laughing. Instead, she showed a satisfied, almost predatory smile, like a cat who ate the canary.
“I look forward to seeing Harry again,” Mom said. Her carefully neutral words didn’t match her expression.