Author's Note: The ages of the characters are hecka different in this story. Lincoln is 16. Lucy is 14. The twins are 9. Lisa is 6. Lily is still a baby. Lily being a baby is a pretty big part of this story, but a romance between an 11 and an 8 year old is a little too extreme for my tastes. The Lucy in this story is also pretty OOC in my opinion, but who know? Hormones and love and all that jazz might make her a little more emotional.

Lucy awoke to the sound of a wailing scream, but not the good kind. Had it been the wails of that damned that she had heard she might have been able to shrug it off and go back to sleep, but alas those were the cries of her youngest sister, and those could not be ignored. Crawling out of bed she slipped on her black clothes and made her way to the door. As she stepped into the hallway she noted that the crying had already stopped. She approached the doorway that lead to baby Lily and 6 year old Lisa's room, pausing to survey the scene before her. A smile briefly adorned her face as she gazed upon her only brother Lincoln gently rocking Lily in his arms while kissing her all over her face, which was eliciting a flurry of tiny giggles from the baby. Watching her brother in "Big Brother Mode" always filled her with a sense of warmth and happiness. He would do anything for his girls. No matter what was going on in his own life he would drop everything to come to their aide and do it all with a smile. If you looked up "most amazing big brother" in the dictionary you'd probably find a picture of Lincoln.

Lucy had always been the black sheep of the family. She was dark and gloomy, enjoying the macabre thrill of stories about vampires, werewolves, and other supernatural beasts. Her face was perpetually covered by her jet black hair. If asked, none of her younger siblings would be able to say what colour her eyes were. She walked so carefully and silently that she often startled her family, with some of them believing she actually had the ability to teleport. She kinda liked it that way. So seeing the perfect opportunity she slowly made her way towards Lincoln. Reaching out towards him she grabbed onto his shirt and gave it a gentle tug.

"Can you hold onto Lily for a bit while I get her some food?" He asked with a grin as he handed the baby to her and walked out of the room. "Thanks Luce."

It had been months since she'd be able to scare him. Every time he had given no indication that he'd noticed her presence and as soon as she spoke, or touched him, or appeared in his line of sight he just carried on as normal. As the sister who was often forgotten or left out it made her incredibly happy that he always seemed to realise that she was there. Lincoln re-entered the room with Lily's bottle in hand. As soon she saw it she started making grabby motions in the air. The boy chuckled as he placed the bottle to her mouth and caressed her hair. Smiling down at the girl who was still in her sisters arms. To any uninformed observers they may have looked like young parents fawning over their child, which Lucy had to admit was a weird thought to be having about her brother.

"Where are Lisa and the twins?" She asked as she glance up towards Lincoln. He ruffled her hair and started walking out of the room with her following close behind.

"Lisa is in the park collecting samples of... something. Seems she on some kinda biology kick this week. Lana and Lola are with her." Lucy didn't need to ask about her older siblings. Lori, Leni, and Luna were off at college. Lynn was at a training camp with her soccer team. Luan was with their parents checking out the comedy scene at their vacation destination. Rita and Lynn Loud had decided to take a much deserved vacation now that most of their children had plans that got them out of the house for an extended period of time. Now that he was 16 they felt that Lincoln could be trusted to look after his younger siblings, and with Lucy being not much younger she was also asked to lend a hand for the month that they would be away. If any major problems arose their oldest siblings were only a phone call and a short drive away. In all honesty Lucy was really looking forward to this time while the others were away. When you live in a house with 9 sisters it can be tough to get attention from your only brother and his attention was something she really enjoyed.

None of her sisters really had any common interests with any of the others. There were elements that overlapped which allowed many of them to enjoy each others company, such as Lana and Lynn being active tomboys, or Leni and Lola with their love of fashion. There was no one like that for Lucy except Lincoln. He would happily welcome her into his room late at night as she crawled out of the air vent. At 14 she was still a very petite girl so she was still able to manoeuvre easily. She was glad she didn't seem to be inheriting her mother's voluptuous figure. Lincoln would listen intently as she perched herself on the end of his bed and read him her newest poem. After she finished he would always give a gentle and encouraging critique. She would often join him when he was reading comics or watching anime. Those Japanese can make some seriously dark stuff. She felt bad that he wasn't able to spend as much time in his underwear when she was with him, but she didn't think she could handle joining him like that yet.

Now sitting at the kitchen table playing with her baby sister, Lucy looked towards her brother. He was wearing a frilly apron and bouncing on his heels and he hummed a tune while cooking breakfast. The girl stifled a giggle as he turned around and placed the food onto their plates. Simple bacon and eggs. Her's burnt black, just the way she liked it.

"You'd make a good husband" She blurted out before her brain could think it over.

"In this case would that make you the wife?" He blurted out before his brain could think it over.

Both of them flushed bright red as they looked away from each other and hurriedly ate their food in silence. When they were done Lincoln quickly began washing the dishes while Lucy took Lily upstairs to take a bath and do her best to avoid picturing her brother dressed in a suit standing at the alter. Would she be allowed to wear a black wedding dress? Doesn't matter. It was time to take a bath.

She had been playing with Lily for quite a while now. Sometimes it was fun to get away from all the darkness, and a baby was one of the best ways to do that. How could she possibly look upon that giggling face and not smile. When she noticed the wrinkles on Lily's hands and her own she stepped out of the bath and dried off her little sister before wrapping the towel around herself and opening the door to let the baby run off naked. Her brother could take care of the diaper. She froze, however when upon opening the door she saw Lincoln standing there about to knock. As he glanced downwards she remembered her current attire and slammed the door in his face.

"What can I do for you?" Lucy managed to say through the barrier, trying desperately to get her heart beating at a steady rhythm again. He took a moment to answer. She imagined that he was trying not to blurt out whatever first came to his mind like that scene from the kitchen. Thinking that didn't help her heartbeat.

"Uh, right. When you're done in there I was thinking of going to check on the girls" He finally managed to say "I was wondering if you wanted to come."

Picking Lily up she opened the door again, briefly noting that for a moment he was distinctly not looking at her face. She handed off the baby and told him she'd be ready soon before once again closing the door leaving both of them with significantly redder faces than they had moments ago.

When she emerged from the bathroom and entered the living room Lily was happily playing on the sofa while Lincoln placed a bunch of sandwiches into a backpack and prepared Lily's stroller. She was inches away from prodding him in the side when Lincoln spoke up.

"You ready to go?" He asked, gently ruffling her hair.

"How do you always do that?" She asked.

"I'll always know when my favourite sister is nearby." He replied with a sly smile on his face.

Lucy's smile was much more noticeable though she tried her best to hide it. She had a reputation to keep up. Favourite sister out of ten had a nice ring to it though. Grabbing her hand as she seemed a little unresponsive he pulled her towards the door before strapping Lily into her stroller and stepping outside.

It was a beautiful day outside. Lucy hated it. It was bright, and there was only a light dusting of soft and fluffy clouds floating lazily through the sky. The sun bearing down on her uncovered skin made her feel uncomfortable. Not even a day of increasingly bizarre interactions with Lincoln could make her enjoy the weather, but she would endure it. As she walked beside her brother she felt a very strong desire to hold his hand. Unfortunately he was using both hands to push Lily's stroller. Curse that stroller. The park they were heading to had just come into sight when and old lady walking in the opposite direction approached them, wanting to get a look at the baby.

"Oh, she's adorable!" The lady exclaimed. "How old is she?"

"She's 18 months." He replied as he pulled her from her stroller so the woman could hold her. Lily seemed delighted at the new face.

"She looks just like you two." This comment caused them both to quickly glance at each other then just as quickly glance away.

"I would certainly hope she does!" Lincoln responded, throwing a wink towards Lucy who was using her hand to try and cover up her very obvious blush. Not noticing the exchange the woman handed the baby back and continued on her way. The two teens made the rest of their journey with Lily's babbling the only conversation in the air.

Lucy was now sitting under the shade of a large oak tree on the blanket that Lincoln had packed. She was setting up their lunch and absentmindedly watching him as he went around trying to round up their siblings. Today had been a weird day for her. It's not every day that your brother seems to be flirting with you. Or maybe she was just reading too much into it because she had a weird fixation on him. That was something she couldn't deny. It's not particularly uncommon for girls to want to marry men like their brothers or fathers. It's incredibly uncommon to want to marry your brother. Lucy wanted to marry her brother. He was the only human that she was ever interested in. He was kind, brave, intelligent, and attractive. And she had to admit the forbidden romance aspect had it's charms too. When she'd finally come to terms with fact that dating a vampire was impossible she moved onto a new interest that seemed just as impossible. If all she could be to him was a clingy little sister then that was fine for the moment. When the day came that he finally got a girlfriend, she wasn't too sure if she'd be fine with that. Putting those thoughts out of her head she watched as Lincoln returned pushing the stroller along with the twins clinging to either side of him and Lisa plodding along behind them, occasionally stopping to inspect a plant that she hadn't examined yet. After handing his baby sister to Lucy he sat down next to her with a thud and started handing out their food which they all enjoyed amidst chatter of what they had been doing that day.

After they had finished eating Lola and Lana had shot off like a rocket. They had playing to do and no one was gonna stop them. Likewise, Lisa had quickly left to continue categorising all the species of plants in the park. Lincoln was rocking a sleeping Lily in his arms as he let out a loud yawn.

"Up late reading comics?" Lucy asked, already knowing the answer. He gave a brief nod.

"Take a nap. I'll keep an eye on our sisters." She said, patting her lap. Holding Lily to his chest he followed Lucy's advice and rested his head on her lap. From this angle he could see under her bangs. He smiled as he stared into Lucy's bright blue eyes. He hadn't really seen them since she was Lisa's age. Closing his eyes he let sleep take him. Lucy stroked his hair as she hummed a sweet tune, as his breathing slowed into a steady rhythm. Watching him sleep with Lily clinging to his chest and occasionally letting out a cute snore she thought her heart might explode.

When Lincoln awoke two hours later Lily was still asleep and Lucy had an incredibly dead leg.

"You could have woken me up, you know." He said as he noticed her trying to regain circulation.

"And interrupt the cutest thing I've ever seen? I don't think so."

Lincoln glanced down at the baby in his arms. "She is pretty darn cute."

"I wasn't talking about her." She replied, quickly looking away from her brother. Trying to hide his blushing face he quickly stood up and told Lucy he was going to go round up their sisters. When he returned their picnic site was all packed up, and they made their way home with Lincoln asking them about their days. Lana had found an "awesome colony of bugs" under a large log. Lisa had catagorized two thirds of the plant species in the park. Lola had commandeered the playground as her own personal kingdom for the day. Lincoln gave her a disapproving look. Lucy laughed quietly at the mental image of Lola atop the monkey bars bellowing orders to her subjects bowing before her.

When they returned home the sun was starting to set and the girls scattered around the house to do their own thing. Lincoln made his way into the kitchen to begin preparing for dinner. Lisa had offered to watch over Lily in their room, as she wasn't performing any experiments that required great amounts of attention. "Simple genome modifications to improve the survivability of local fauna is mostly just waiting for the seedlings to incubate." She had stated before picking up the baby and heading upstairs. With her free time Lucy had moved to the attic to work on some pieces that she had been inspired to write during the day. She stopped briefly as she noticed she was surrounded by a myriad of red and purple light. Walking over to the lone window in the room she stared at the sun disappearing over the treetops. She felt a gentle warmth come over her as a pair of arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into a gentle hug. Her brother could be pretty clingy sometimes. She had heard him enter but didn't want to take her eyes off the view.

"It's beautiful up here." He stated, and as they watched the bright colours fade into night he released his grip. She already missed his warmth. "Dinner will be ready soon. Can you fetch the others?" She nodded her head and followed him out of the room, separating at the stairs to go about their tasks.

Dinner was another reminder of just how amazing a guy Lincoln was. He had cooked a simple spaghetti and meatball dish, but he had made everything by hand. The sauce, the meatballs, and even the pasta. It was the most delicious thing Lucy had ever eaten in her own home. Lincoln had taken over cooking duties a couple of years ago when an injury made it tough for their mother to do it. It turned out he had a talent for it and dinner had become the new favourite meal of everyone in the house. After everyone had finished their food the younger girls had gone into the lounge to watch the television. Lucy had stayed behind to help with the dishes.

"I wish I could eat your food for the rest of my life." She said as she place a plate in the cupboard before picking up a new one.

"I'm sure I could make that happen." He replied with a laugh.

"Really? Every day? What a wonderful husband." She said with a smirk. Lincoln's only reply was a hearty chuckle before draining the sink and flicking the remaining water on his hands in her direction before making his way towards the couch. She quickly finished her task and went to join him. She sat herself down next to him, leaning against his side. Lily was bouncing up and down in his lap while Lola and Lana were laying on the floor wrapped in a blanket. Lisa was on Lincoln's other side, watching the television with a scrutinising gaze.

The younger girls had started drifting off when Lincoln stood up, stating that is was time for them to go to bed. Lucy was once again cursing him for abruptly taking away her warmth. The small group plodded their way up the stairs and down the hallway before separating into their own rooms. Lincoln followed Lola and Lana into theirs while Lucy went with Lisa. Lincoln tucked the twins into their bed and gave them both a kiss on the cheek. They were out by the time he left the room. As he stepped into the younger girls' room he watched as Lucy sung a lullaby to the young genius. When they had first started doing it the girl had protested, saying she was "much too intelligent to require such a trivial ritual", but relented when she found that the gentle songs put her to sleep much more quickly than usual. Moving over to Lily's crib he was shortly joined by Lucy who leaned against him. They watched the baby sleep for a few moments before Lincoln leaned over to plant a kiss on Lucy's forehead. Noticing the movement in her peripheral vision she turned her head towards him to see what he was doing. Before either of them could stop themselves their lips met.

Neither of them recoiled from the touch, but after a moment they pulled back, staring at each other. Lincoln couldn't make out her facial expression very well with her hair covering most of her face, but he knew Lucy wasn't feeling disgust or fear, and neither was he. He brought his hand up to her face to gently caress her cheek. Glancing down at her lips he noticed her give an almost imperceptible nod before inching his face closer to hers and allowing their lips to meet once more. The kiss was gentle and loving and they soon parted before meeting again for another, then a third. As they broke away once more they both noted the other's bright red face and shortness of breath. Reaching down he took hold of her hand and led her out of the room. She followed along with a smile on her face. Making their way down to the sofa Lincoln turned on the television and lay himself down before pulling her down with him. Lucy felt his arms wrap around her and let out a soft sigh, turning to face him and placing a light peck on the corner of his lips before melting into his embrace. Until late into the night she lay there in the arms of her brother, and whatever the hell else they were after this point, sharing soft kisses and caresses before falling asleep. She had no idea where this was going, but she knew that the next month was going to be amazing.