Chapter 1 -It's all about Lemmy
How did it all end up like this? Lemmy Loud was looking at his room's door with a blank stare, wondering if what he just learned was real or just some kind of terrible joke that just wasn't funny. Because down there, nobody was laughing.
He was expecting the return of his Aunt Lily, but what she brought with her was too much for comfort.
Around half an hour prior, the whole house was very excited, chattering and preparing food. Lily was coming home from college after what felt like ages. So Lincoln and his sisters had made a point to all be at home to receive her. They all said it was just going to be a normal reunion but it all looked like a poorly disguised welcoming party.
Not that it was a bad thing. For once, the house was lively in a way that didn't made him sick. Usually, all the noises that he could hear around the house were that of beds rocking and his sisters and some of his aunts moaning like pornstars. So having all the noise this time just be chatter about how excited they were to have their baby sister around the house again was a more than welcome change of pace.
So much had changed around the house since she had left. Or at least that was what he had noticed. The Loud household had become such a lewd place in the last seven months that he could barely recognize it in comparison to how it was before.
While Lemmy was helping around the kitchen, he wondered if she would feel the same way about it… blegh. This was too much of a good opportunity to be overthinking stuff like this. Couldn't he stop acting like a Lemmy for once and enjoy the good mood?
Yeah, that was a good idea. While working on the stuffing, his mind wandered to a message that Lily had sent around a week before, when she announced that she was coming back home to visit during spring break. She mentioned that she was bringing an amazing surprise with her.
Some people used their spring break to go out, get sloshed and party. Lily was using her precious free week to come back to this mess…
No Lemmy, no. Focus on the positives. Don't ruin this for yourself.
After putting some of the bread stuffing in his mouth, he wondered what that big surprise could be. What kind of things could you bring back from college anyways? Aside from an STD or a diploma that is.
As he went back to the living room to tell his mom that the stuffing was ready, the doorbell rang. Everyone ran towards the door to greet her, but as soon as she came through the door, the house fell silent. Lemmy felt his stomach drop, he immediately regretted having eaten, because he felt that he was about to barf. She didn't bring something back home. She brought someone. She was still the beautiful nineteen year old that left almost a year ago, but with one difference.
One huge difference. A big, round, pregnant belly.
So much for enjoying the night, he thought. In less than a minute her aunt went from a friendly familiar face that he really wanted to see again, to just another one of his dad's conquests. Looking at the floor, he walked over to the stairs. He was going remove himself from the scene as soon as possible. Before something else started.
Before he went up, he looked back and noticed something strange. For once, every adult in the room seemed to share his disdain for the situation, as every single one of his sisters looked at Lincoln as if he had just assassinated the queen.
"It's not mine, I swear!" he said.
Everyone groaned. Lemmy could swear that he heard his aunt Lynn growling. Nobody believed him, not for a second. Being as much of a horndog as he was, it was impossible for them to believe that this wasn't his fault.
In their eyes, he had defiled their pure and precious baby sister, and they wanted blood… Though, that mood wouldn't last. Because Lily herself confirmed it.
"It isn't his."
The whole mood changed again. Then came a sound, a squee so high pitched that it could (and probably did) deafen a whole generation of dogs. The excitement came back with a vengeance. And Lemmy could understand why.
Lily was going to be the first Loud sister to make a branch in the family tree. The first one to have a child outside the family. Aside from a pang of melancholy, Lemmy felt happy for her. For once he was going to have a cousin that didn't count as his half-sister too.
Maybe it was a dumb thing to do on his part, but he sat down on the stairs to watch what was going to happen next.
He didn't suspect that it was going to be a mistake.
The women took Lily and sat her down on one of the recliners in front of them, and just unloaded on her. Never in his life Lemmy had heard so many questions so quickly.
"SO! How is he? Are we ever going to meet him? Have you already thought of a name? What is it going to be?"
A girl, it was going to be a girl. It's always the case with this family. Lemmy was just the odd one out.
What was weird about all this, was that Lily didn't seem too thrilled to be talking about it, often dodging the questions, or downright ignoring them. As if she was just stalling the inevitable. A few hundred questions later, Lily decided that she had enough and asked everyone to shut up.
"This kid's dad isn't Lincoln, but…" that pause was prolonged. Even after deciding to tell them, it was easy to see that she had her doubts about it. Still, she smiled and coyly said, "He still lives in this house."
The chatter and gossip stopped for a second as the adults exchanged weird looks with each other. Most of them turned to Lisa, who was quick to remind them that until a few months ago, she was busy dealing with her own pregnancy and didn't have the patience or time for any kind of experiment like that.
The confusion continued. Yet Lemmy could feel what was coming. That chill going up his spine and the pressure in his stomach urged him to leave and hide. But he remained where he was, gripping the stairs railing with such force that he was sure either the railing or his hand were going to break. Probably his hand.
And then she said it.
All it took to turn him pale, to make his eyes roll back, for his strength leave him and make him fall onto the hard steps behind him. All it took was seven words.
"Lemmy is going to be a dad."
She had said that with a smile. As if the world itself was put on pause, everyone stopped moving, went silent, and then for the shocked Lemmy, everything went black.
All he knew after that was that his head hurt, that he was lying on a sofa, resting his head on somebody's legs, and that everyone around him was yelling. The voices of his sisters were nowhere to be found, so he assumed that they were sent upstairs and herded into their rooms.
He tried not to move or breathe any harder. He just stayed there listening to how this bunch of hypocrites was trying to eat his aunt alive. There were only a few voices missing. Mainly Lincoln's and Lisa's. Others seemed to be more content with listening to Lori and Luna rant.
When Lori yelled at her about Lemmy being twelve, Lily had enough. She starting yelling too.
"That's what you're gonna say? Can you remind me how old was Lincoln when you got Loan? Oh! Right! He was twelve, and you had already been doing him for a year when that happened!"
He didn't need to see her to know that Lori recoiled at that. How smug Lily's voice became was enough to let him know.
"And Luna, where was this protective side of you when you were high off your mind and made your kids get those awful full back tattoos? Where was it when you were watching Lincoln make you daughter moan like a trumpet?!"
Lemy felt his stomach jump when he heard his sister's name. For the longest time he tried to convince himself that she wasn't a part of this weird incestuous harem his father had, despite small, though present evidence to the contrary. That just confirmed it, it was too much for comfort.
He opened his eyes. Maybe he could be allowed to leave if he was awake. A shame he didn't got the opportunity to test that hypothesis, because as soon as he laid eyes on Lily's belly, he felt his stomach turn and the lights in his head go out.
And just like that he was out again.
This time he was unconscious for far shorter of a time. They moved his body so he could rest on one of the railings It was uncomfortable, but it wasn't as if he could stay there with the shouting going on anyways. This time, though, it was Lily that was chewing out the others.
"Age? That's your problem? After twenty years of this bullshit you tell me that age is an issue? Don't make me laugh! You two started fucking Lincoln before you were ten!"
"Hey don't drag me into this! I didn't say nothing!" said Lana, leaving Lola as the sole target of Lily's rant.
"So, you approve of this?"
"Well, yeah," her twin answered "it's only fair. I mean, the kid's already banging, that shouldn't have surprised us, like. Us specially... Look, she has a point. When Lisa started she was way younger than we were."
Well, at least Lily has someone on her side.
"Indeed shister, which ish why the fact that we are having this convershation baffles me. We have received each new baby with entushiashm and cheerfulness for years. We shouldn't discard what hash almosht become a tradition for ush jusht becaushe she chose to have a young lover."
"But-!"
"Lola, shut up!" Interrupted Lincoln, finally joining the conversation. "What happened, happened. And nothing is going to change it… Unless… Lily, are you going to carry to term?"
"Would I be here getting judged by a sack of hypocrites otherwise?"
"How long until the baby is here?" The calm in Lincoln's voice seemed strange to Lemmy It's not as if he was usually an angry person, but it seemed like he was trying not to sound angry. With whom was anyone's guess. All that Lemmy knew was that the more he talked, the more he defused the situation.
"2 months, more or less."
"Then we have two months to decide how we're going to deal with this situation," he said decidedly, as if he knew that nobody would go against his word. "For now, Lisa will give you a check up to make sure everything is okay with you the baby. Would that be okay with you Lil?"
"Yes," she said, the anger leaving her voice and breathing heavily to calm herself down.
"Then come to my lab whenever you feel ready," said Lisa in her natural monotone as she stood up. "I will be preparing the equipment."
"The rest of you: Give us some privacy. I need to talk to these two once Lemmy wakes up."
With some protests (mainly coming from Lola and Lynn), the women started to leave the room. As they walked away Lemmy was sure he heard his sisters scrambling in the upper floor as their mothers got near the stairs.
His mother was the last to leave. He felt her get up from the sofa and caress his face as she left the room. Then the weight on the sofa shifted. Lincoln shook him slightly, and asked him to wake up.
After a few… less than gentle shakes, Lemmy opened his eyes. His dad was talking, but he couldn't bring himself to care, as he lost himself looking at the woman sitting in front of him. Her blond hair, everything in her smiling face, her body-
He wasn't ready for this. He could stand only a minute of looking at her belly and he dropped back down. He didn't know how long he was out, all he knew was that the smell of rubbing alcohol burned through his nostrils jolting him awake. Lily wasn't in front of him anymore, but the sofa felt heavier under him.
"Don't worry. Just don't look to the right." ordered his father "Just… collect your thoughts for now."
After a long silence, Lemmy said, "I'm so not ready for this."
"Well, nobody is the first time," said Lily.
"C'mon, don't lie to me, I blew it! I fainted like a bitch!" Lemmy actively tried to not look at her, not wanting to go back down again.
"At least you didn't throw up," declared his father, smiling as if there was something funny about that sentence. "I know I did."
"Are you serious?" the kid asked, not believing a single word his dad said.
"Oh. When we realised that Loan wasn't Bobby's kid, I vomited everywhere!" he said with a full smile. "Then I fainted."
"Did that actually happen?" asked Lemmy, still incredulous.
"Don't ask me, I was a year old when it happened, I couldn't remember even if I tried." answered his aunt. Unlike him she was laughing her ass off with the implication that Lincoln fainted into a pool of his own bile.
"Something tells me that you don't believe me."
Something should you that I don't want to be here. That the sooner he could leave the better he would be. Though in this predicament "better" was a bit of a big word. He just wanted to sink into the couch and get lost like a penny, or those weird plastic discs that Lizy kept playing around with.
Lemmy put his arms around his knees, like Loan used to do whenever she hid in her sweater when she was sad. He wasn't like her, sad or sulking all the time. He was trying to think, to reason about the situation he just got in… but he had nothing. There was nothing, his mind was blank, he was looking at the empty recliner in front of him and imagining her sitting at his side. It was all he had energy for.
The adults at his sides looked at each other with worry in their eyes. The kid was taking it badly. Really, really badly. He was in shock, and they felt responsible. They nodded to each other and got closer to him.
"Lems, c'mon, don't get like that," Lily spoke softly as she passed her hand through his hair. Her touch was as soothing as her voice. "Look, I didn't come here to drop it on you. Just to tell the family. The reception wasn't as warm as I expected, but we'll manage."
"Yeah," intervened Lincoln. At the moment, as calm and soft spoken as he was, his voice was sandpaper on Lemmy's ears. "Things are very different from how it used to be back in the day. We're all here for you both."
Three of them were at least. Lincoln wasn't being malicious, he was just trying to calm Lemmy down. But he couldn't avoid finding his father's words so bothersome. He wasn't sure if it was his confidence, or the dishonesty. But everything that was coming out of his mouth made the boy feel ill.
"I understand how you're feeling right now." Lincoln continued "Confusion and everything. When Loan was born, I didn't know what to think. I had no idea what we were going to do."
"Was that why you ran away?" said Lemmy, not even bothering to look at his father.
After a long, uncomfortable silence, Lincoln answered, "I didn't run away. I was 12. There was nothing I could do. We were all a bunch of scared kids trying to make sense of what happened. Just like I'm sure you're doing now. In the end, we made a really bad choice. We made a mistake. We left Lori alone… but that's a mistake that we haven't repeated ever since. And we aren't about to start making it again. It doesn't matter what you two chose to do. We'll stand by both of you."
Both Lily and Lemmy looked at him, she with genuine optimism, he with disgust. "Yeah, that's why everyone was screaming at her?"
"Lemmy, how much did you hear?" Lily asked.
"Enough to know that only two of my aunts are on your side." Lemmy answered as he stood up.
"Look, they're not mad, just... really surprised that it happened," reasoned Lincoln, not wanting the situation to escalate.
"I don't think I'm not buying that. Don't let it bother you, but I'm going to take a page out of your book and leave." Lemmy spat as he walked toward the stairs.
His aunt tried to call him back, but her brother quickly told her, "Let him go. He needs some time to process this."
As he got to his door, Lemmy thought. Time? No, gardening takes some time, this was going to take ages, maybe therapy too. Like, what the hell? Out of the many fuck ups he had committed, why was this the one that came to light. This is the one that the whole house had to know about. Not the fights, not the smoking, not even that time he got involved into a breaking and entering situation. This.
It was like they just now realized that-
"Hey!" said a small girl as she snapped her fingers next to his ears, "You've been staring at your door for like, five minutes."
Lemmy turned around to see her. Short (even for her age), almost permanently dressed in her private school uniform, and with her blonde hair collected in pigtails. It was the devil itself, or as her mother had named her, Leia Loud. His half cousin, half sister. God this family is fucked up.
"I just came to give you this," she said as she extended her hand to give him a bunch of crumpled dollar bills.
"What for? You never give money to anyone unless you need them to shut up about something. What did you do?"
"That's not hush money!" she answered, with legitimate offense in her voice. "That's betting money."
"Ooookay," he said, almost tempted to ask how was that any better, "What for? I didn't bet on anything. I swore I would never do it again after what you did last time."
"It's your cut from tonight's bets," She had her most devilish smile as she said that. Before Lemmy could reaffirm that he didn't bet on anything, she cheerily clarified, "We bet on how many times you would faint."
"Oh."
"I won, so I'm giving you a fair cut."
"Good to know my failures made you money," Lemmy deadpanned.
She snorted and turned around to leave, but before the second step, she turned back, took some money from inside her shirt (that she was apparently storing on top of her non-existent boobs) and gave it to him. "This is your cut for the other bet."
"What else did you guys bet on?" He didn't remember betting on anything, and he actively avoided betting with or against Leia ever since that Juggalo incident.
"Who was going to have our next cousin." She said, rather bluntly. It felt like a knife going through his stomach. "I know you didn't bet, but you made me win that bet too, so you get a cut."
He looked at the money, as if he didn't understand why she thought it was a good idea to give that to him tonight.
"Now, if you keep making me good money like this something good might happen to you." She gave him a look that he failed to identify. If she was trying to sound sultry, she was failing miserably. "So… Aunt Lily? How was she?"
Okay, that was enough. Lemmy took the money from her hand, said, "Thanks for the money, gremlin", went inside his room and closed the door behind him. Right in Leia's face.
He snorted when he heard the loud gasp she let out. He zoned out the obscenities and complains about his rudeness that she yelled as she went to her room. Shortly enough, he was alone with the silence and the jumbled mess of old radios, vinyls and dirty clothes that he called a room. Dark, damp, and with barely enough space to move. Usually, he would give anything for a reason to just get out and avoid it, but as Lemmy walked forward and flopped face first on his bed, he couldn't wait for the day to finally be over. To just wake up and realize this was a bad dream.
Nah.
It wasn't.
He knew that much.
He still had wet dreams about it.
It was dumb to think that nothing would come out of it. It was all true. His mom was right, aunt Lori was right. He was too young to have done what he did. In any other family, what his aunt and him did would have been considered grooming, maybe even abuse. In this one? It happened daily. For his siblings at least.
To him, it happened for the first time seven months ago.
Being only a year older than his oldest sister, Lily was more like another sibling than an aunt for them whenever they visited their grandparents old house on Franklin Avenue. She was such a social butterfly, she could mix with everyone. She was the first person to ever get through to Loan and get her to be okay around some people instead of being a jittery mess. She was the one that taught Liena how to make cookies, and the one that listened with a smile to Lyra play the violin back when it all sounded like nails on a chalkboard. She was the one who cheered on Lacy's tournaments, even when she was losing. She was the one that gave Liby her first detective novel, she was the one that got Lupa into her mother's goth fiction, and she was the one among all that got Lemmy to be okay with the tattoos her mother got him. She was so excited, so kind, so supportive, so… cool. In a way, she was the one who taught Lemmy how to love himself.
And on one particular night, seven months ago, she taught him how to love women too. Their shape, their skin, their touch, their being, their passion. She taught him how good their sex felt. And how good they could make him feel.
Even when she did what she did, she was the most kind person possible. It was back when they were still stationed at the old house in Franklin Avenue, Michigan. They were about to move, the sisters and their kids would move to a huge house Luna bought in Rhode Island. Everyone but Lily.
She was leaving for college soon. Though, that was a fact she had somehow refused to tell the rest of her nieces. She shared it first with Lemmy when on that night, she got inside the closet that used to be his room, claiming nostalgia for it.
"It used to be my room you know."
She said, as she sat on the bed alongside him. He couldn't, by his own life, remember everything she told him about. She told him about everything she could remember, every quirky day of their life that came through her mind. She had a fun life there, but with bit of melancholy she told him that there was one thing she had never had the pleasure of doing before… someone.
He had no defenses for her, he never needed them. In his eyes, she was the most loving creature on the face of the earth. And she loved him. Just not in the wholesome way he was used to.
So when she kissed him on the mouth, even as surprised as he was he didn't push her away. Her movements were quick and desperate. Like someone terrified of getting caught, but wanted to do it anyways, and it aroused him regardless.
When she broke the kiss, she asked him "Do you want me to do more?"
A lifetime of seeing the kind of thing that his mom did with her groupies gave him a good idea of what she meant. He didn't understand if this was how he was supposed to feel, but he didn't want her to stop, so he nodded.
She took off his shirt, and unbuckled his belt. Once his pants joined his Lunar Demonheads shirt on the floor, she took off her shirt, letting him see her breasts. He let out an imprudent question
"Aren't you going to take off the rest?"
She giggled, and showed him the benefit of wearing skirts. She was only wearing that. The fire in his loins begged him to get in there, but the ever shrinking rational part of his mind told her to let her have the initiative.
It proved to be the best idea. She went back to kiss him, this time, it was a quick, calculated kiss, she broke it quickly, and replaced it with a series of kisses down his neck, chest, all the way down, until she met his boxers.
She met his eyes, looking up at him with a fire that he had never seen before. She bit the elastic of his boxers and pulled them down, making his hard dick smack her in the face. It was intended… but she couldn't avoid finding it funny. Lily let out a snorty laugh.
He thought she was laughing at it, and went to apologize for it, but she stopped it. She smiling, told him that she just thought that what happened was funny, and that
"We Louds are hot, hung and horny, there is nothing small about this thing, so never feel bad about any of that."
Having said that, she peeled the skin atop his dick, and went down on him. He saw his dick, inch by inch, disappear in her mouth, all up to that final one, where she gagged, and had to go back up, to repeat the process.
Never in his life had he felt a pleasure like that, this, it was just too good. So good, that in about a minute and half he blew his load in her mouth. She just took it and swallowed, and then smiled at him.
He shrunk and held his knees in his arms, when questioned about what he was doing, he told her that everyone he had seen, in porn or some in real life, always lasted longer than that. She just smiled again, and told him that it was nothing to be ashamed of, besides, he was young, and even in porn, the first shot was always very quick, they just never showed that part.
"Come on, there is something we can do while we wait for it to come back up"
If she was trying to sound perverse, she wasn't doing a good job at it, because all Lemmy saw was the same kind woman she always was, innocence and everything. She kept that, informative and supportive (yet not condescending) tone of hers while she taught him how to go down on her.
As he stopped lapping and moved on to her clit, he wallowed on the salty taste. It made his mind go wild and his body get hot. It wasn't the taste, or the smell, it was her moans that were getting him hard. It was like music. Hot arousing, barely contained music. As a couple of minutes passed, she got louder and louder, and when she reached that loud sordid peak, Lemy got a splash his aunt's cum on his face. Looks like he wasn't the only quickshot in the room.
When she came down from her high and looked at him, she panicked when she saw him licking his lips. She hastily tried to reassure him that it wasn't piss. He told her that he knew, and that it was okay. He thought that he probably would be okay even if it was, thought he didn't make that public.
There was something kind of obscene in the kiss that followed. Maybe it was the fact that they were enjoying their own bitter tastes but whatever the cause was, the result was the same. Her hand was on his length making sure it was ready to go.
Well that was fast.
She steeled herself, and guided him through what he was going to do, putting his dick right where it needed to be. Even after going this far, he was still nervous about what he was about to do, though, a quick look up told him that he wasn't the only one nervous. Still she smiled and reminded him that the night wasn't endless. He pushed forward with some force, and stopped halfway in when he saw blood…
"A… are you… are you a virgin?"
"Well, as of now, I used to be." She answered with a smile "now both of us know how it feels to do it… and I know the perfect way to celebrate that." Lily said as she moved her hips.
He took the hint, and started moving, the feeling was unlike anything he had felt before, the only way he could describe it was godlike. Every move he made felt like heaven, honestly, it was overwhelming.
They both took a minute to get used to the new feeling before going back at it. This time, he didn't stop, the moans, the moans drove him mad. He humped like a madman, they were less of a pair of people and more of couple of mating dogs by the time they were nearing their climax. She had even gotten herself on all fours just to make it easier to fuck her like a bitch. And with an ass as amazing as the one she had, it was very easy to get in the mood to do so.
It was an experience for the ages, he was banging a woman, and adult woman almost ten years older than him, who was wearing nothing but a denim mini skirt and pink short socks. That's the kind of thing that marks a man.
As they got closer and closer to climaxing, they became louder and louder. That little voice in their heads that told them that they should probably keep themselves quiet shrank to the point of non-existence. When he couldn't stand it anymore, he hugged her from the back, buried himself as deep inside her cunt he could get, and just let go of everything. He had never came that hard before, it was like his soul left his body, met with Sinatra, and came back with all the dirt on the mob.
Masturbating wasn't going to be the same after this.
The bed let out a loud THUD when they both collapsed on it. He kept hugging her for a while, so they became this, heavy, sweaty, panting, naked mass, and just basked in the afterglow.
A few minutes after that, he asked her if it was as good for her too, knowing full well that she had no frame of reference. She told him that she came five minutes before but really didn't want to stop him.
If it was a lie or not, he had six more chances to make good for it. Each day after that night, she came back to his room to do it again. Although the condoms she made him use since the second night dulled out the experience a little bit, it wasn't a deal breaker. It wasn't until that final night that she told him she was leaving to study at the other side of the country. The next morning she would tell the rest of his sisters, just a few hours before actually leaving.
Three days later, he would move to Rhode Island with the rest of the family.
And then, then it was seven months of being stuck in this house filled to the brim with nymphomaniacs. His dad, his mom, his aunts, his cousins, all of them. It was what she meant with "We Louds are hot, hung and horny". As far as he knew, everyone in the family, from his grandfather to, well, him, had such an unusually high libido that it didn't stop anyone from Lincoln's generation from laying with their brother. Or giving birth to his kids. Well, it did stop him apparently, because by the looks of it, they drew the line at Lily. It was so weird, like they just decided that she was their baby sister, and doing anything to her was beyond the line.
Well, she didn't agree with their decision (and look where that got her). Honestly, he felt like that was such a random and hypocritical place to draw the line. Sex in this house was casual. Like "better watch TV in your room because they're using the couch and shit is going to be sticky for a while" causal. Everybody knew it was happening and everybody was into, so why bother hiding it?
His father was a man who fucked his sisters (and at least half of his own daughters) without any guilt or hesitation whenever either they asked or he wanted, it was such a dickish thing to do to reject her like that.
On the other hand.
That line ended up working better for Lemmy. Or at least that is how it looked at the time.
He had wanted to see aunt Lily for so long now, her presence always felt like an escape, an escape from everything, would she be a escape from this house that he hated? a house where he had very few ways to relieve himself.
Lemmy moved his head to get comfortable, and noticed the light coming from his phone.
Speak of the devil
He picked it up, went through his messages. Ignored the #ROOD message coming from "LL}:-(" and went straight to "LL3" who had sent him three messages in the last two minutes. Smiling for the first time on the night, he went to answer the messages.
-(Lemmy? Can We talk?)
-(Lems? Are you there?)
-(Lemathias! Are you ignoring me?)
(I'm not ignoring you, sorry. I was just lost in thought)-
(Also, Lemathias? lol)-
-(I know you wouldn't ignore me. I thought you went to sleep.)
-(I honestly would after all you went through tonight)
(I don't think i'll be able to sleep tonight)-
-(Got enough rest already?)
(You could say that… how many times did you bet on me fainting?)-
-(I didn't bet, I'm a good girl)
(We both know that both those statements aren't true)-
-(No really I didn't bet)
(Don't lie to me)-
-(Are you going to get mad?)
(You know I would never get mad with you)-
-(4, I was one off.)
(Dammit, if only i was a bit more of a bitch we could have shared those sweet sweet profits)-
-(lol)
(…)-
(Are you mad with me?)-
-(What for?)
(The whole me being a father thing. I'm going to have a baby, and thats insane)-
-(...)
-(...)
-(...)
-(I don't think so)
-(It means my bf is a well experienced MAN :P)
(Really?)-
-(Now i have an actual excuse to call you Daddy)
(Please don't do that)-
(Honestly, i'm kinda freaked out that you aren't mad with me)-
(Knowing the rest, they would prolly rip my dick off if they knew i was with another girl)-
(Specially Lupa)-
(She would probably rip my dick off on a dare… or just for funsies)-
-(didn't she try that once?)
(Nah, she says the girls dared her to give me a hj)-
(It felt like she was trying to tear it off tho)-
-(who knows, maybe she went through a very brief lesbian phase)
-(right at that moment)
(lol)-
-(how she can be so bad)
-(with how much time she spends stuck to dad's dick)
-(One may think she'd know better, but you'd be wrong)
-(Are you okay? You've been radio silent for like five mins)
(Sorry, i was thinking about something)-
(Are you really not mad with me?)-
-(Don't be that anxious about it)
-(That's another girl's job)
(Thanks)-
(For trying to calm me down)-
(I've been really freaking out about it)-
(And talking to you always relaxes me)-
-(Then i think you should at least try to sleep)
-(Because you know)
-(Tomorrow is going to be crazy)