Why? Why do I feel... the deep desire to be with him? I realize it. He's my brother. My own flesh and blood. How did I wind up like this?

She kept punching the side of the house. The gray clouds began to form above her, as she tried to achieve her goal; she began to bleed from her knuckles when Lincoln appeared, and stared in shock. "Lynn! What are you doing?!" He pulled her away as she kept punching the wall. A noticeable, big dent was left, with her blood painted over. She tried to squirm away from his grip, trying to punch again. "Lynn, please stop." The angry girl began to growl viciously. "Lynn..." She sensed the sadness in his voice as he let go of her and stepped back. She placed her hand on the dent made from her rage. She placed her head down, now fully silent. "I'm s-..." She tried to apologize. But the event was too great for words. "Lynn, you..." Lincoln was looking for his correct words.

"Lynn, you know I love you. But not the way you want me to. And it'll never be that way. I'm going to keep this between us. It would devastate the others if they found out." Lynn did not budge from her current position. "I... I get it."

Lincoln raised his hand to turn her. "I hate seeing you this way. Please, don't think about this. You'll find someone. Someone who is more like you." She raised her hand. "Go." He retracted. "What?" Lynn, in her coldest state, unfamiliar to the others and him, looked into his eyes and said, "Leave me alone." Lincoln, in a level of fear, walked away, unable to help her this time, not staying long enough to see the tear drip down Lynn's cheek.

NO. PLEASE DON'T LEAVE. TELL ME. TELL ME IT'S GONNA BE OKAY. DON'T WALK AWAY...

The rain began to drizzle, erasing the blood from the wall, and forever disguising Lynn's broken tears. On her knees, she noticed her reflection in the forming puddle. And she raised her fists and slammed them into the puddle. Don't leave... Please save me...

3 Weeks Ago

Lynn entered the house, holding a basketball. Lincoln was laying down, reading his favorite comic. "Hey Linc, think fast!" She tossed the basketball at him, at the speed of light. Lincoln always expected something like this. He quickly rolled from the couch, falling on his back, saving his comic. "Ha, I score." Lincoln picked himself up. "Come on, Lynn! I take it you won?" She threw a cheeful smile. "As always. Perfect streak." She raced upstairs, heading to change.

The thought of everyone glad was Lincoln's favorite thing to witness. They moved each other, picked each other up, and went far to push each other. Through all the madness, whenever it ensued, whatever form it took, it was able to be reversed, solved. Because they made it so.

But all that was about to change in the form of an unsuspecting person. And that was Leni.

Their usual secret exchange had commenced that night. Lynn, in her sleep attire, was the last to enter. "Okay," Lori spoke. "Let's get started."

Things shifted. It went from the youngest to oldest this time. Suggested by Lori, probably because rhe best was being saved for last. Or, rather, the worst.

Apparently, Lisa had nothing this time. It was odd to hear that. She'd always have some secrets. But maybe, some were worth keeping from them. Lana brought mud into the house, blaming Cliff for the mess. Lucy got away with igniting a flame in the backyard. No one asked her why, for the answer was clear as day. Lincoln, and Lynn had nothing. Luan used a watermelon for something other than eating; she smashed it for her fun. It was ruled an accident by the parents. Lori noted something down as Luna began to speak. "I uhhh, I kissed a dude, dudes." This made everyone quiet. The questions poured in. "How was it?" "When, and where?" "Describe him."

In Luna's last concert, she met a cool dude. "I uhh, hehe, I don't think I asked for his name. It was just a fast kiss. I... I really did enjoy it. And he was cute. I thought I'd see him after it was over. But I didn't." She sighed. "I'd do it again, actually." Luan and Leni giggled. "Okay, Leni. You go next." The ditzy cinnamon roll coughed. "Ahem, so, like, I had this dream. And Lincoln was there." Lori was looking weirdly at her. "Uh, Leni?' "And we were spending time with each other. The way Lori takes him places. You know, like the comic book store. I wish..." She looked at Lincoln. "...it was real."

Everything had gone silent. "Not all of us can actually spend enough time with him. And we sometimes try to ask him for favors." Lori quited down, actually listening to Leni. "Even if its not his thing, he would try to help. And he's a really sweet brother, if you look closely at it. So I guess... I guess that's my dream. Guilt of not giving him enough time for himself." Lori placed her hand on Leni's shoulder. "Wow... Leni, I don't know what to say, I..." Lincoln made his way towards Leni and hugged her. "I love you guys. All of you." He looked at every sister there, especially baby Lily. "I couldn't ask for a better set of sisters."

Lynn looked deeply at him. Sure, Leni's words were true. Lincoln helped her. But she never returned the favor. Unpaid debts. And she looked down. But there was something there, too. Lincoln, the only one from the family to help her in sports, when no one else did. And he never minded the losing streak. Lincoln, the perfect brother...

Everyone went to bed. Well, almost everyone. Lucy had fallen asleep. Lynn quietly exited the room and entered the ex-closet. Lincoln was facing away from the door. Lynn tucked herself in his bed, and snuggled closely as she shut her eyes.

Morning.

He woke up, feeling a heavy object on top of him. He attempted to budge it, when the thing giggled. "Hey, that tickles." He opened his eyes completely. Lynn was laying on top of him. "Lynn?" "Morning, Lame-O!" She kissed his cheek. "Happy spring break!" He smiled at her. "You're in a cheerful mood." Lynn turned away, slightly blushing. "Well, I gotta get to the shower. See you later." He watched as she left the room. Was she here all night?

Lynn joined the table with the others, ready for pancakes. She ate quietly, her mind on something else. Someone else. She made a glimpse at Lincoln, whose back was turned to her. She formed a huge smile. "What are you happy about, Lynn?" Luan's question made everyone face Lynn. "Uh. Nothing...?" She began to finish her breakfast faster, feeling the stares of the others.

She placed her plate into the sink, and left the kitchen as quickly as she could. "Is Lynn on her period?" Lori debunked that. "I haven't seen blood soaked sheets or clothes yet." Luan cut in. "But she's due."

"Oh my fucking god, you guys. Stop. Its something else. Or... maybe someone..." They looked on as Lynn ran upstairs. She locked herself in.

Lincoln. My brother. A real sweet boy. Than any other boy I've ever met. How could I not have seen how.. how perfect he is. I...

The mood changed. The thought shifted into another. I'm in love... No, that's not it. I can't be. This isn't that love. It can't be. Its just... She ended the though. She laid wondering. Her heart was beating faster than normal as she woke up on top. And she was nervously shaking. Plus, she blushed after seeing his smile. Maybe, she was actually in love. She couldn't help wondering, knowing this wasn't fully right. She looked outside the window, watching the sunlight. There was one thing to do know; ask the expert. Something new to her, and she didn't know what was what. She unlocked the door and entered Lori's room, patiently waiting for her.

Of course, it took awhile. Lori returned, letting Leni know she was going to see Bobby. She spotted Lynn, and was gonna kick her out before Lynn spoke. "How do I know if I'm in love?" And the lectures, tips and signs were handed down to the growing girl. That's how Lynn knew she was. And it was a bad thing. Yet, she was beginning to desire Lincoln. Lust for Lincoln. And it grew more and more. But this was just the beginning. For the worst was yet to come.

AN (Edit). Looks like this'll be ongoing. But it won't be awhile until a new chapter hits. What I've been able to think for this fanfic is I'll have it full circle into that intro scene and go further, its likely the mood/tone will shift in it. But I'm going to set it up as perfect as I can. Subplots aren't ruled out. You know? So, yeah, its ongoing because holy shit, I woke up to 10 notifications for this after the night I wrote it. I seriously did it out of laziness to not find a Lynncoln because there's too many. Its not like they're all labeled. But ironic right? Write over a thousand words to avoid a hundred link clicks.

Clearly I did not think this through.