Author's Notes:

I present to you a tale of angst, romance, heartbreak, embarrassing erections, and plenty of sibling affection.

Enjoy~!

Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2017)


THERE FOR YOU

It was a typical Saturday afternoon in the Loud house. A cutely smiling sun winked down at Lincoln Loud as he stepped onto the back porch and drew a deep breath; and warm, flowery smelling wind caressed his cheek like the soft hand of an invisible lover. He looked around the backyard and tried to decide if he wanted to ride his bike oooorrrr...

That thought was cut off by a high-pitched cry. Lincoln turned just as Lori barged out the back door, tears streaming down her face, and tripped, landing at his feet in a sobbing heap. She was wearing cargo shorts and a thin blue tanktop, and when she didn't wear a bra, you could see her nipples poking through... not that Lincoln made it a habit to look at his older sister's nipples. Nope. Not him. Not one little bit.

Another sob brought him back to the porch, with Lori lumped at his feet. Gosh, she was really upset. Frowning, he knelt down and reached out a hand, but didn't know if he should touch her or not. She might snap at him like he did when he went into her room. "A-are you okay?" he finally asked.

Lori got to her hands and knees, her head bent and her short blonde hair hanging in her face. Beads of tears dropped from her face and splashed onto the splintery wood, making small, dark patterns on the surface. "No," she hitched. "B-B-Bobby just broke up with me!"

Lincoln cocked his head, sure that he hadn't heard correctly. He leaned forward to ask her to come again, but stopped when a gust of wind blew the sweet, warm scent of her hair into his nostrils. A shiver went through his body, and a blush spread across his face. He had to get it together, his sister needed him...

"He broke up with you?" he asked, still hesitating to lay his hand on her shoulder.

"Yes!" she sobbed miserably. "He's... he's... he's going out with Carol Pingray now!"

Lincoln gulped and watched his sister with pained eyes. She and Bobby were, like, the power couple of Royal Woods, and the idea of them not being together was so strange that his head spun. Poor Lori.

Sighing, he put his hand on her shoulder. "I, uh, I'm sorry," he said. It wasn't much, but it was all he had.

"I loved him, Lincoln!" Lori moaned, her back hitching. "I loved him so much and he broke my heart!"

Lincoln looked up as Luan came out onto the porch, worry in her eyes. She cocked her head, her ponytail swishing merrily, and shrugged as if to say, 'what's going on, Linc?'

"Let's go back inside," Lincoln said, helping his sister up and taking her hand; her free hand covering her puffy eyes. Luan stepped aside, and Lincoln led Lori into the living room. They sat together on the couch.

"I just can't believe it," Lori huffed, her bangs lifting and falling with the air of her exhalation. She wasn't crying anymore, so that was a plus, right? He took a deep breath to steady his nerves. He hated seeing one of his sisters so upset.

What could he say? He didn't know anything about relationships and stuff. Anything that came out of his mouth would sound flat and dull. "Well..." he started, grasping for something, anything; his mental fingers grabbing hold of the only thing they could, "It's his loss. You're, uh, very beautiful and you have a wonderful personality."

"Really?" Lori asked nervously, looking at him with uncertain eyes.

Lincoln nodded, suddenly feeling very strange. His Adam's apple bobbed as he tried to reply. "Yeah, you, uh, in fact, you're, you know, the most, uh, beautiful sister... I have."

Lori's cheeks turned a beautiful red, and Lincoln's heart started to race. He quickly looked away. Hey, TV that's not on, how's it going?

When Lori swept him into a hug, he cried out, alarmed. He turned his head just in time for his face to smoosh against his oldest sister's chest. He could feel the warm swell of her breast through the airy fabric of her shirt, could feel the crazy beat of her heart. His eyes widened and his stomach lurched, heat spreading over him. He struggled against her, but she was stronger than she looked. "Thank you, Lincoln!" she said, pressing him closer. "You know just the right thing to say!"

Her smell filled his nose, and he squeezed his eyes closed as a faint stir touched the area between his legs. "Let go!" he cried, panicked, and pulled away; Lori's arms releasing. He panted, his heart racing and his penis twitching. "Sorry, Lincoln," she said, and rubbed the back of her neck. "I just..." she trailed off and their eyes locked. "Thank you," she said sincerely, "you're literally perfect." She leaned forward and pressed her soft, warm lips to Lincoln's forehead, her golden hair tickling his cheeks. His breath caught, and a strange urge to throw his arms around her neck and kiss her lips came over him, making him quiver.

"You're a good brother," she said, and ran her fingers through his hair. He looked into her eyes, then quickly away.

"Uh, t-t-t-t-thanks." He felt warm and shaky. He was starting to sweat. Why was his stomach fluttery? He glanced at his sister's radiant face. Her skin was smooth and clear, her eyes a soft shade of brown. She smiled coyly, and Lincoln gulped.

"Don't mention it," she said, and mussed his hair, "twerp."

With that, she got up and left him alone and confused. He took a deep, shaky breath and squirmed against the shameful erection growing in his pants. Lori was his sister! You don't get boners from your sisters!

Lori was beautiful, though; he couldn't help it! It was natural to get a boner from a beautiful woman, even if she was your sister. It's not like he actually wanted to do anything with her... he didn't want to feel her lips against his... didn't want to taste her mouth with his tongue... didn't want to slide his hands up the backs of her bare legs, letting his fingertips dance along her smooth, warm skin...

His erection pressed painfully against his jeans, and he uttered a miserable sigh. No. He didn't want to do any of those things with his big sister. Gosh, sometimes he got a boner when Cliff curled up in his lap... that didn't mean he wanted to have sex with him!

Then again, he also didn't find himself staring at Cliff's bare legs or his chest, and wondering what his flesh would taste like...

Alright, that's enough. Lincoln popped up and went into the kitchen. Where was he going? What was he doing? Oh, yeah, he was going to ride his sister– bike! He was going to ride his bike! Shame welled up inside of him and he hung his head.

What's wrong with me?


Two brown eyes widened slightly as ten toes curled into soft carpet. Sun bathed flesh tensed, and one heart began to gently pound. Outside, in the warm Spring sunshine, a boy with big doe-eyes and a cute, crooked smile slowly pedaled his bike along the sidewalk, embarking on a journey to the land of Wherever. Lori drew a deep, dreamy sigh as she watched him. Her elbows were resting on the sill of the window between hers and Leni's beds, and her chin was in her upturned palms.

As Lincoln disappeared from sight, she craned her neck and followed him with hazy, heart-shaped eyes. He was literally perfect: He was cute, kind, funny, charming, and so, so, so hot. She sighed again and cocked her head, her eyes sliding to the side and her lips scrunching in thoughtful contemplation. What would if feel like if he touched her? What would his mouth taste like as she explored it with a bold, adventurous tongue? What would he feel like on top of her, his hands caressing her breasts and his lips dancing across her delicate throat?

A shiver raced up her spine, and she turned away from the window; a certain warmth spreading through her center. Those were the kinds of thoughts you shouldn't be having about your hopelessly cute and caring little brother, but they really excited her. He really was perfect.

Sitting on her bed, Lori drew her legs under her body and crossed her arms; her brow crinkled and her lips stuck out in a cute pout. Why did he have to be her brother? Why did it have to be not okay to feel the things she felt for him... the things she had long felt but never fully acknowledged, the things that fluttered at the edges of her consciousness like butterfly wings? She blew a puff of air and cocked her head to one side. When you get right down to it, what's wrong with a sister loving her brother? What's wrong with a sister touching him... and kissing him... and making his eyes narrow in pleasure? Nothing! No one would say anything about her scratching his back, so why should they say anything if she scratched a... different... kind of itch?

She coughed nervously. Okay, if you don't start thinking about something else right now you're going to ruin your shorts. She slipped a hand down the front of them and rubbed the front of her underwear, her breath catching as sensation spread through her... Nngh~ Oh, yeah, soaking wet. Phooey. She would have to take them off. Standing, she wiggled her hips and her shorts fell down her long, silky legs and pooled around her ankles. She stepped out of them, one foot at a time, then hooked her thumbs into her panties. They were light blue and tight enough that her body pinched the fabric on both sides. She pulled them down slowly, the scrape of the fabric against her fevered skin making her throw back her head and purr like a playful kitten. Nngh~!

Oh, I have it bad.

But who could blame her? Her little brother was so amazing, and her virgin girlhood ached to be touched, to be teased, to be loved~