ZAP!
An arc of electricity left the sole son of the Loud family and connected to his sister Lynn Jr.'s finger.
"OUCH!" The young athlete flinched and withdrew her touch from the boy.
In need of a partner to train in one of her many sports, Lynn had entered the boy's room to drag him out to play with her. Lincoln Loud was chilling, as ever, in his underwear reading a comic book. The boy remembered his sister's call to be more active and her reaching for him.
That is the moment he shocked her.
"What the heck Lincoln?!" Lynn shouted at the boy. The electricity was highly noticeable and had arced an inch between them while letting out an audible snap sound. The girl waved her hand to relieve it of pain.
"Sorry Lynn. I don't know how I built up so much static." Lincoln was honestly confused. The comic enthusiast had been still on his bed for nearly an hour reading. He didn't roll around, didn't get under the covers, nothing but still he had built a large amount of static electricity.
"Yeah whatever." Lynn blew cool air onto the point of contact. "Just come with me and be my goalie."
Her brown ponytail swung as her head turned. Looking to her younger boy she finally made eye contact.
Ba-Bump
She heard her own heart beating.
Ba-Bump
Her heart was racing.
Ba-Bump
A flush came to her tanned yet freckled face. Long hours under the sun had given her a hint of brownness but it was not enough to hide her blush. There stood her only brother. Unconsciously, her eyes scanned him from head to toe, lingering a little too much on his pant-less legs. While not athletic, the moderate exercise with her and his natural testosterone had given him a slim amount of muscle mass.
"Okay fine." The boy knew arguing would be pointless. "Let me finish this comic first."
"Yeah sure…"
The boy turned his head back to his comic finding the panel his sister had interrupted. Oh yeah, another day being saved by his favorite hero, Ace Savvy. With seven pages to go, it would take no time at all. That is until he felt someone crawl onto his bed.
The mattress squeaked as Lynn's weight lent against it. A hand slowly reaching out one at a time as she quickly made her way to Lincoln's side. The white haired boy gave her a single raised eyebrow as she maneuvered to be shoulder to shoulder to him.
"Uhh, Lynn?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you doing?" Lincoln asked.
"Nothing...what's on the next page?" Her positioned shifted. A leg raised slightly and curled over his legs that were extended to the edge of his bed. An arm had found its way to his chest laying a palm on it and her head laid on his shoulder. If a witness had seen the scene they would have looked more like lovers snuggling rather than siblings.
"Uhh…" Lincoln was still confused by the sudden affection but paid it no mind. "Well I guess I'll just show you…" His thumb forced the page to flip. A new colorful image filled their vision. He stayed silent as he read but Lynn's light breathing was distracting due to its close proximity.
"Next please." Lynn unwittingly soft voice caused the boy to feel conscious of the situation.
"O-okay…" He forgot to read the final panels and turned to the next section. Lynn snuggled into his chest more. Lincoln was really warm. Had her younger bro always been this warm? "Lynn, what are you doing?"
She looked up at the boy's soft eyes. They were questioning her. Why? Lincoln's eyes did some double takes downwards directing her to look down. The athlete had not noticed her own hand slowly reaching up her brother's orange polo. Her fingers traced against his developing ab muscles.
Lynn licked her lips.
She snapped out of it.
The hand darted out from his shirt and raised so high in the air so it would be as far away from his amazing stomach as possible. Her eyes conveyed panic but she was unsure why. So what if her hand was on his stomach? It's not that weird right?
"Uh, sorry Linc…" She laid back down on top of him. Lincoln finally noticed her small breasts pressing up against him. Her warm breath on his neck. Her finger tracing circles on his chest. "Just turn the page."
By any standards this was weird. Lincoln confusion was only increasing. Lynn was basically unaware of her actions and how they could be misconstrued by a young boy just entering puberty.
And it continued.
Lynn's affection was mild but unfitting for a young boy. Cuddling, mild grinding, slight moans between heavy breaths. The lad was feeling uncomfortable but he pushed through. What would have been a quick two minutes to fully read the last pages of his comic turned into per page. He could feel his own heart beating and fought back from being more interested in her soft skin than his story. He closed the comic book.
"Alright done. Hehe…" Lincoln gave an awkward chuckle.
"Cool...So do you have the next one?" Lynn asked.
"Huh?" He looked to his sister in disbelief. "I thought you wanted to practice some?"
"Oh yeah!" The girl sat up. "How about we wrestle?" Her hands came up and her fingers curled readying to grab the boy.
"Didn't you want to play soccer?"
"I changed my mind." She curtly replied.
Lynn's leg suddenly swung over his body. Her hands grabbed his wrists pulling them above his head. Her face lowered to hover above his allowing him to only see her's framed by her hanging bangs. The smirk she sported was odd to the boy but conveyed playfulness with a hint of aggression.
"L-lynn, C'mon, I don't feel like getting hurt right now. Can't we do something other than wrestling?" The boy somewhat pleaded as he realized something was off.
"Sureee...We could do some tackle football, rugby, kabaddi-"
"What's kabaddi?"
"Want to learn?" Her eyes looked beastly to the young boy. He knew something was wrong.
"How about ping pong?" Lincoln tried to offer his own alternative.
"Strip ping pong sure!"
"Strip?!"
Lynn already got off of him and ran out of his room. Shouting about getting it ready, the Loud boy was finally free. He sat up in his own bed and looked around. The urge to hide was strong. Feeling a need to put on his pants he stumbled out of his room while shoving his leg down each hole. Looking for reprieve he looked for someone's help. That help would come from his sister Luan.
"Luan!" He ran down the hall towards her.
"Hey, Linc, what's cooking?" The plaid skirted teen turned to the call.
"Could you hide me?"
"Huh, Why?" The comedian looked at him questioningly.
"Lynn's acting weird right now. I just need to lay low right now." Lincoln looked around as if Lynn might pop out of nowhere.
"Well, okay. Follow me." Luan reached out to grab Lincoln's arm.
ZAP!
Another static shock suddenly arced from Lincoln.
"WOWY ZOWY!" Luan tingled from the sudden shock. "Geez, Lincoln, when did you become a joy buzzer?"
"C'mon, Luan I need to hide."
Ba-Bump
Huh?
Ba-Bump
When did Lincoln get so cute?
Ba-Bump
Must be my imagination.
Luan stared at Lincoln blankly ignoring his panicked pleads. Clenching her eyes shut, Luan shook her head from side to side to clear her mind. When she opened them it felt like her eyes were dilated and suddenly adjusted to a new light.
"Uhh, Linc...How about you just hide 'undercover'?" Luan shifted her feet a bit, feeling as if she was wobbling a bit.
"Huh, what do you mean?" Lincoln asked his elder.
A slight sizzle of electricity occurred when her hand found his collar pulling him into her room. With a push the boy was roughly thrown to the bottom bunk of the bed. Luan quickly followed behind and wrapped him up into a blanket. He struggled some until he found himself forced into a hug.
"Ugh! Luan!"
"Hush Lincoln! Someone's coming."
He got the message and zipped it. Listening to the sounds of the house, he heard nothing. Still he waited. Luan's hand gently rubbed his back in a calming manner with circular motions crawling downwards. Slowly her hand reached lower and lower until it found the start of his jeans. Lincoln noticed this and was about to protest until a knock radiated in the room.
"Hey Luan! Is Lincoln in there with you?" Lynn's gravelly voice could be heard through the wood of the door.
"Noooo~ Just me." Luan called back.
"..."
"..."
"Could I check?" The question caused Lincoln's breath to be held.
"Sure!" Why Luan, why?! "But you won't find anything."
The door opened to reveal Lynn. What was odd about her appearance though was that she at some point had ditched her gym shorts. Her longer sports jersey draped low and covered herself like a short dress skirt. Holding a pair of bats she gives the room a brief glimpse around. Her eyes scanned the room and eventually found their way to Luan.
"Why are you in bed?"
"I was getting a bit chilly, so I'm grabbed myself a heating blanket to warm me up." Her arms tightened around the boy's chest.
"When'd we get a heating blanket?"
"Maybe a decade ago."
"Uhh huh…" Lynn gave her a bit of a stink eye as she approached the bed. "Hmm, you gain a bit of weight recently?"
"*GASP* How dare you!" Luan feigned shock trying to cover for the obvious second lump in her bed.
Lynn's free hand grabbed the top cover ripping it off the siblings. Lincoln finally took a breath and looked at his sporty sister. She seemed upset, not at him though, at Luan.
"And why are you hiding him from me?!" The accusatory tone of her voice was highly apparent.
"Angry I got Lincoln's balls in my court?" What did Luan just say? Lincoln looked up to the girl in question. She had pulled him into an over protective hug but he did not feel safe.
"*Grrrr* Lincoln come here." Lynn stomped her foot on the ground and pointed to the spot next to her.
"He doesn't have to go anywhere with you. He's going to stay here and keep me company." Luan's hand cupped Lincoln's cheek as she slowly scooted into him. Her eyes looked into his in a way that perturbed him.
"Like hell we were going to play strip ping pong, he promised!"
"Well, we're skipping past the ping pong!"
"Why you!"
Lynn leapt onto the bed. Luan braced herself but was ready for the fight. The boy was not. Swept into the brawl he watched as nails scratched and fist pummeled. A smoke cloud formed around the fighters and Lincoln struggled to untangle himself from the constricting blankets. The sounds of the fighting caught the attention of the current person left in charge. Lori Loud, eldest daughter of the house, busted into the room.
"What is happening in here?!" Lori's arms reached into the pile grabbing the collars of the two girls. With barely enough strength given to her by her age, the two fighting teens were pulled apart. "Alright! LITERALLY CHILL!"
Lincoln struggled in Luan's blanket until he found a gap to poke his head out of. Looking upon the girls, he noticed that they were hardly hurt but were incredibly frazzled. They were held at arms length apart bridged only by their oldest sister.
"Both of you!" Lori looked between the young girls, "Dinner in your rooms and if I catch a whiff of you leaving for anything but the bathroom, I swear to god!"
The two grumbled but knew they had been caught. Lori's finally caught a glimpse of Lincoln's white tuft peeking out of the bedding.
"Were you a part of this?" The blonde teen asked.
"Yeah he was!" Luan piped up, "He was on my side so he should stay in my room!"
"No he was on mine! C'mon Linc let's go to mine!" Lynn countered.
The boy saw a look in their eyes. It was not one he appreciated.
"Scram Twerp!" Lori yelled for him to leave. He did not hesitate and tried to book it. His feet tangling in the blanket caused him to trip and his face slammed into Lori's calf.
ZAP!
"Ouch watch it!"
"Sorry!" Lincoln made it out of the room.
Ba-Bump
Hours passed and the sun began its descent to give way to the moon. Lori voice echoed through the home.
"Dinner!"
A stampede of feet came down the stairs. Entering the eating area the family was greeted to piping hot, leftovers… Of course, with the father not home almost no one could cook a real dinner. Disappointing but expected.
They began to take their seats. Lincoln taking a corner spot. Lori taking the opposite spot. The family looked at her. Most often, she would sit next to the second oldest, Leni, but tonight she sat away from the teen. Their eyes did not go unnoticed.
"What?" Lori asked with a hint of annoyance.
A myriad of nothings allowed the meal to continue. A jumble of leftovers filled the table. Small pieces from the past week just enough to make a full meal for the entire family. Luan and Lynn had their meals delivered to their abodes by their respective roommates. Dinner was just beginning when Lincoln felt a tugging from below the table.
Lori's slender foot reached out from her position and softly prodded at his toes. The confused boy's eyes looked across to her but she seemed uninterested as she raised a forkful of mush to her mouth. The wiggling of Lori's toes tickled the bottom of his foot.
"Heehee, what are you doing Lori?" This caught everyone's attention but the blonde in question quickly and nonchalantly denied his accusation.
"I'm not doing anything." Her foot gave his a soft, yet firm, swat. "Soooo, how was you day." Toes entangled as if they were holding each other.
"Uhh… I guess...Just reading comics… then Lynn came in and you know the rest…" Lincoln's tried to undo his little piggies.
"Yeah really weird. You doing okay?" The compassion in her voice was somewhat diminished as little kicking continued below the table. Lori's face did not show as much emotion as her feet were.
"Yeah I'm fine!" He flicked her foot with his big toe. It only made the teen more playful.
"Well if you don't feel like talking about it now, how about I come and visit you later tonight to talk about it." She pushed her feet against his and smacked it slightly. The patty caking continued.
"I don't think that will be necessary!" Lincoln slumped in his chair to see below the table, not confident in his feet combat ability.
"Literally, it's the least I can do." Lori's feet did not relent.
"Well it's literally not needed!" He stuck his tongue out of the side of his mouth as if it would help him focus.
"I'll swing by around 10 then." Slap slap.
"Huh?" Lincoln's attention was diverted and Lori's toes got a better grip, "That's so late, it's a school night?!"
"WOULD YOU TWO STOP IT!" Lola shouted from the opposite side of the room. "You're shaking the entire table!"
The rest of the table had noticed their battle once Lincoln got into it more. Lori had been subtle, the boy did not have the same mindset. Lola had grown upset at the constant rumbling causing her water to nearly spill. Her twin Lana's head had ducked under the table and watched the footsie occurring between her siblings.
"Cool, I call winner!" The tomboy called to the pair.
"We were just messing around." Lori was still nonchalant. "We aren't competing. Sorry about the shaking. Just hold still Lincoln." Her toes intertwined between his. He felt uncomfortably but let it continue for the rest of dinner.
Later that night while falling asleep he heard someone messing with his door. The boy was glad he locked it. His clock read 10 PM. The knob rattled with a few attempts to turn it. He heard his eldest sister's voice through the door.
"Lincoln must have forgotten… Sweet dreams Lincoln, we can hang out tomorrow."
The white haired lad rolled to one side. The boy was weirded out by the sudden amount of affection he was receiving. Were his sister's always this way? He didn't think so. Something was off but he couldn't for the life of him figure it out.
Perhaps things would be better tomorrow.
I write most of my stories to get ideas out of my head. I have a lot of them but I realize that I should finish other's first. I have two other stories that I'm working on currently: Age Gap and Little Intruder. The issue I run into is that these kind of ideas sometimes distract me from writing those other stories. I find it easier to write once I get these ideas out. I'll be working on this story only a bit, my main goals are to write Age Gap Ch 12 and finish Little Intruder. Little Intruder was not meant to be a very long story and I believe I can finish it in about 3 chapters. By doing that I should clear my mind to really get some head way on Age Gap. If there appears to be a lot of interest in this story, those goals may rearrange but expect some end to all my stories. I don't want to leave these hanging.
-Whimfu1