Lincoln sighed, hung his head, and marched towards his fate. His mom and other sisters all reacted with varying degrees of disappointment with his choice. Lori, on the other hand, smirked triumphantly and set a hand on her brother’s shoulder, just in case he tried running.
“I knew you’d make the right choice.”
“Sorry, guys. My room’s one thing, but I really shouldn’t leave stuff cluttering a stomach. I know how much that bugs you.”
“Aww. Now who’s gonna rub my sore tummy?” whined Leni as she tried hefting up her swollen stomach.
“Yo. I’ll help ya, sis,” volunteered Luna. “Just let me practice on you afterwards, and we’re square.”
“Square?” Leni looked down at herself. “I thought I had more of a round ball shape.”
Luna rolled her eyes good-naturedly and pushed the swollen girl into her room, where she’d no doubt commit all manner of unspeakable acts upon the agreeable ditz.
Rita sighed her acceptance. “Well, I guess I’m proud of you for cleaning up where it counts.” She walked over, engaged in a brief standoff with Lori to silently assert who was still top dog, and then gave both her kids a kiss on the cheek. “You two have fun.” She turned and gave her rump an exaggerated shake as she left, but also smirked while neither of them could see. Besides being responsible to his family, Rita was also proud of Lincoln's cleverness.
“Alright, twerp,” sighed Lori in exasperation as she guided him to her room and sat him on her bed. “You know the rule. Now strip.”
Resigned to his fate, Lincoln slipped out of his clothes without a fuss. “What did I leave in you, anyway? I just saw my cellphone in my room and I can’t really think of anything I’d risk digesting.” He finished saying as he pulled down his undies and put his partial erection on display.
Lori groaned impatiently. “How am I supposed to know that? All I know is that it keeps jostling like some kind of jumping bean whenever I move and it’s driving me nuts. Just get in there, get it, and get out.” Hands on his shoulders, she closed her eyes, parted her lips, and leaned forward.
As if to kiss her, Lincoln met her half way and felt her hot breath hit his face. She’d eaten spicy chicken wings recently. Her moist tongue pressed against his face to begin the tasting and lubrication process. She moaned loudly, approving of her brother’s flavor. As mad as she’d been, eating someone she liked always seemed to calm her down. Her lips stretched to encompass more of his face as her hands migrated down his body. She grabbed a handful of his butt and giggled when he squeaked in surprise.
Taking this as permission, Lincoln took the initiative and reached out, blindly groping at the air until he found his sister’s breasts. He sank his fingers into her soft and bountiful flesh. A part of him wondered just how many people it had taken to build up her rack like this, but he doubted that even she knew.
Lori allowed Lincoln to continue helping himself as she did the same. With her grip on his butt as leverage, she forced more of him in until her lips were around his neck. It was fantastic having him at her mercy like this. Eating people was always a power trip, digestion or not. To have people willingly offer themselves for her enjoyment was the height of bliss. It was good from strangers, but exponentially better with the familiar flavors of her loved ones. Speaking of, as her lips pulled in her brother’s collar bone, she removed a hand from his rear to find that he had a little boner. How cute. Since he’d picked her over the others, Lori decided to give him a little reward for his consideration.
Lincoln tensed as he felt the soft hand upon his member. “L-Lori!” he yelped, but she only moaned in answer. With light sparse, Lincoln looked down into the dark abyss of his sister’s throat. For many, this was the last sight they ever saw. For him, he’d seen it more times than he could count. There wasn’t much time for reflection as Lori continued swallowing and jerking him. She’d gotten to his shoulders, which made it increasingly difficult to reach her boobs. He felt her smile when they fell from his grasp. Experience had taught him that there was nothing left to do at this point but kick back and enjoy the ride.
Lori’s tongue swept over Lincoln’s chest as it slid through her mouth. There was a faint tang of sweat, which she liked, but mostly she enjoyed his natural flavor. All people had their own unique taste, and like even regular folks, Lori would frequently have cravings for one flavor over the other. Lincoln was just lucky that she’d been craving him a lot recently. Feeling the twitching of his cock and balls in her hands, the eldest sibling sped up her swallowing until his crotch was past her lips. He sprayed his seed onto her tongue and she experienced a brief nirvana of flavor. The one thing that made a loved one taste better was their orgasm and she desperately licked at his member to coax out as much as she possibly could. Lincoln writhed and kicked all the while as she milked him for all he was worth. When his cock finally went flaccid, Lori turned her face to the ceiling. Gravity helped her brother down the rest of the way as her now free hands tracked the bulge he left down her throat and esophagus.
Lincoln slipped into the moist cavern like a limp noodle, spent after his orgasm. The gurgling walls churned as if to welcome him to their familiar embrace, which made him smile. However, while he might usually take this opportunity to nap, something bumped his head. His hand groped around the darkness until he grabbed what must have been causing Lori such distress. “Found it,” he called.
“Record timing. You must be so proud,” she said, her bad mood resurrected, but less intense. “So what is it, anyway?”
Lincoln felt around the object until it lit up, hurting his eyes with its brightness. “It’s someone’s phone. But not mine.”
Lori blinked. “Say what now…?”
“Yeah. This isn’t my phone. I told you I saw mine back in my room. Let’s see here.” After adjusting the brightness, Lincoln began searching for clues. “No password encryption. Says it belongs to someone named Susan. Ring any bells?”
Lori face palmed. “Ugh! She was the volunteer I ate right after you. She paid for an overnight stay in my stomach and I expelled her this morning. Dumbass probably wanted to take a selfie inside me, but forgot her stupid phone on the way out. She’s probably half way across the state by now, or whatever. Ugh!” She flopped onto her bed, causing her stomach’s contents to bounce around. People in her belly were pleasant, but for some reason objects were irksome. “I should have just digested it.”
“You didn’t because you thought it was mine,” Lincoln reasoned. “I really appreciate that. Thanks, Lori. You’re a good sister.”
Lori was glad that he couldn’t see how much that compliment made her blush. “Whatever. So, now that you’ve got it, I guess there’s nothing left to do, except…” As if eyes were upon her, Lori turned a suspicious gaze on her pregnant looking belly. “Lincoln, why does it feel that you’re smirking at me from in there?”
Lincoln chuckled. “Well, I don’t mind kicking back, but that’s gonna be hard for you.”
“Oh yeah? How do you figure?”
“Well, mom wanted me to clean my room. I totally would have, if someone hadn’t swallowed me first,” he said with a shit-eating-grin. “And since you interrupted my chore…”
Lori let out an even louder groan and smacked her forehead for her carelessness. In this house, when you interrupted someone’s chores to swallow them, then the responsibility of that chore fell on the swallower. It was a rule to keep the house at least somewhat tidy, which Lori now realized Lincoln knew from the start. He was going in a belly no matter what, but any option other than mom would mean that his swallower would have to clean his room. She couldn’t even do a bad job in retaliation, otherwise she’d get punished worse than him. “You sneaky little pipsqueak. You tricked me!”
“Hey, man with the plan in here,” he humble bragged while playing on the phone. “Not my fault you forgot the rules. By the way, what do you want to do with this phone?”
Sitting up, Lori grumpily marched down the hall to her brother’s room to begin her task. “I guess I can turn it in for store credit. If that idiot lost it in my gut, it’s mine. That’s also the rule.”
Lincoln said nothing as he continued playing on the phone in his sister’s gut. Susan had some pretty cool games, and a nice gallery of photos of Lori’s innards. He just made himself comfortable while his sister toiled away and whispered under his breath, “Man with the plan.”
Now what? Follow Lincoln and Lori until his expulsion, skip ahead, maybe Lincoln gets company, or should we should we switch to a different Loud?  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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