Baker Family Fun
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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 mt/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Aunt Nephew Group Sex Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Sex Toys Voyeurism Nudism Slow
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 fear of spiders.
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!”
Footsteps thundered down the stairs, and I had to tilt my head back to meet Paul’s eyes. When had he gotten so tall? I’m six feet, but he had me by half a foot at least. He grinned and reached out to pull me into a hug, his arm muscles flexing under his sleeveless shirt.
“Mike! Man, it’s good to see you.”
Beside him, Emma stood frozen, mouth slightly open.
But I barely registered Paul’s transformation because Dora had appeared behind him. Those bright blue eyes—still sparkling the way I remembered—now belonged to someone I almost didn’t recognize. The chubby-cheeked kid who used to be afraid of spiders had stretched tall and lean, carrying herself with an athlete’s easy confidence.
“Michael Baker,” she said, her face lighting up with that same sunny smile. “Get over here.”
We collided in the middle of the room, all four of us laughing and talking over each other. The girls bounced on their toes in unison, hands clasped, while Paul clapped me on the shoulder hard enough to make me stagger.
“What happened to you?” I gasped. “You’re like ... a different person.”
“Starting forward, varsity basketball,” Paul said with a shrug. “Dora made guard on the girls’ team.”
That explained the height, the build, everything. I turned to their mother with mock suspicion.
“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.
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