YES, I DID IT. I finished a chapter in a week. And now, lets address some comments. You know whats funny? this side was supposed to be a part of the previous chapter, if I actually added it to the previous one, the intended chapter as a whole would be 21.220 words long. Jesus chirst.
Gale: Its not exactly unromantic, I'll actually explore this later on. If everything goes as planned, Lincoln will be a big part of the next chapter, so you don't have to wait so long to see his personality.
nightmaster000: Does this chapter answers your question? And no, its not going to be the only one either.
Now, lets hope this chapter isn't a fuck up. Please enjoy...
"Its All About Change Side B" or "The BS life of Lupa Loud"
"It came from every time I turn I find you either with dad's dick in your mouth or in some other hole."
"You know what Lenore? If you need it so fucking much, why don't you go fuck yourself?"
"Because I don't want to fucking look at you."
The weight of Lemmy's words lingered heavily on her mind. After Lemmy stormed into the house, Lupa found herself at the verge of tears. She had closed her legs and curled up into a fetal position.
In a way, she had gotten what she wanted. She had spent the whole day trying to get out of the heat she was in. The good news was that she wasn't horny anymore. The bad news was that she wanted to die.
Lemmy hated her, and in her mind, it was her fault.
She started breathing heavily and then doing what sounded like wet sniffs. What started as a weirdly promising day, just became worse by the minute. The only good thing now was that it couldn't possibly get any worse.
She sobbed to herself, even after all she had done since she started fucking around, she felt that this was her most shameful moment. It wasn't like there was anyone around to listen to her.
At least that was what she thought.
"Lupa."
Lupa let out a yell. Her mother appeared at her side, seemingly out of nowhere. Looking down to her, or at least that's what she thought. It was hard to tell with her black bangs always covering her eyes.
She didn't respond to her, preferring to go back to sit with her face in her knees. Lucy's unchanging expression twitched a bit. Just enough to show she was worried for her daughter.
"As soon as we got home I saw your brother go up to the second floor as mad as a demonstorm, then I heard your laments. Are these events related? Do I need to put a curse on your brother?"
Lupa didn't answer. Lucy, stoic as ever, walked around at sat at her daughter's side.
"Lupa Lenore Loud, I rather prefer to not put curses on my family… again. Please talk to me."
Lupa sniffed some more and used the back of her fist to clean her tears. Looking up at her mother, she said "I fucked up. I fucked up bad".
"How so?"
For a while, Lupa was sobbing and silent. Of all the things that could be said of her mother, nobody could say that she wasn't patient. When her breathing normalized again, she spoke. "Well…"
The day for Lupa started with a familiar sight: her father and Libby on her bed. One might think that after the revelation that they heard the previous night they may have not been in the mood for nookie, but truth to be told, it wasn't a question of mood. It was a question of need.
She looked up at her father and caressed his chest. How long would she need to keep doing this? She didn't mind the sex, she loved it. But she worried that things would keep going as they had for the last few months.
It was funny, though. She thought like this whenever her brain was sober enough to think clearly. But she spent most of her days so lusty and cockdrunk that she couldn't focus on putting her thoughts together.
She looked up at her father and sister. He fell asleep looking at Libby, so all Lupa could see was his square jawline. Lincoln was an attractive man, but SO not her type.
He was not her kind of dork. Hm, it was funny how she'd think like this now. But in a few hours, when the heat came back, she'd be all over him like flies to honey. That's okay, she thought. She made laps with her fingers on his hairless chest, and let out a sigh. They looked rather well under the light coming from the ajar door.
Her head shot up when something cut the light, but she only got to see something short and dressed in grayish blue moving away as soon as she turned. She found herself instantly sticking to her father to avoid the sight of whoever passed through the door.
In her head, that made no sense. She was an exhibitionist, she liked being seen. She thought that it may just be the result of not being in the middle of a cloud of lust at the moment, which… kinda made sense. It wasn't every day that she woke up with her nethers dry and a clear head.
So much so that when she looked down to see Lincoln's morning wood, her first thought was "Nope, nope, NOPE. Woke up with a clear head and I ain't going to waste it. Libby can deal with that."
She slid out of her father's embrace, and sat to stand up. She was tired, as always, and found herself to be stickier than she was comfortable with. She had to take a bath.
Getting up, she scrambled and rummaged around the room looking for things to put on once she came back. The ones she had taken were her Pittsburgh Steelers skirt and a tee that had a cute yellow and black bee design all over it. Lastly, she rummaged through the mess that was was her room's floor to try to find some wearable panties. It was harder than you'd expect, being constantly wet it was almost impossible to pick up a pair that didn't smell rancid when she brought them up to her nose, It took her awhile, but she found a unused white pair among the mess of clothes she called a drawer.
Looking some more, she found her towel, and putting it over her shoulder, made her way towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. She felt the need to look both ways to make sure that nobody was there, which again made no sense to her. She had made this walk completely naked before, sometimes even leaking cum from her unmentionables and sometimes glazed in it. Why did she suddenly felt so judged?
Inside, the first thing she noticed was herself on the mirror. She felt groggy as hell and it showed so much that she looked dead.
"Uagh," she groaned, closely herself inspecting in the mirror, and paying special attention to the dark bags under her eyes "I'm going to need some cream for these." She thought of asking Leia for some, but that kid had become pretty antagonistic in the last few weeks.
Just another thing that changed since we moved here.
She thought about it as she laid in the tub and turned on the cold water in the shower. It always helped her focus her thoughts, now it was just the force of habit that kept her doing it. Well that, and with the day having such a promising start, she didn't want to risk the warm water getting her… stimulated.
Today is going to be a good day, he thought. She was going to ace her test, maybe she could spend some time building that gunpla she got last Christmas. Oh, and that reminded her, she definitely going to spend some time with Leia and Lemmy. Lemmy…
It was then, a full night later, that the revelation of the previous night hit her. Lily came back. Good. She came back pregnant. Good. She came back pregnant with Lemmy's child. Bad.
She wasn't trying to be mean to her half-brother, but she considered it bad because it was a lie. She knew for a matter of fact that it couldn't be his. The boy was limp, and she had first hand experience. Not even two months prior, she had given him a handjob, and nothing. As sizeable as he was, she hadn't gotten anything out of him, not even a twitch. When she gave up on it he looked more in pain than anything else.
Lupa felt something begin to stir down below, and muttered the word "Crap." Well, what a way to bring herself down. No. Today was going to be a good day. No. It is going to be a good day. She was going to make it work or her name wasn't Lupa Lenore Loud and the water was cold as tits.
She was going to confront her aunt for trying to pin a baby on her brother as soon as she got out of the bath. And then she was going to spend her day as well as she could for as long as she could before her body was struck by the need again.
She submerged herself in the water and tried to let her mind go and allow herself to feel the calming water getting everywhere. After a thorough scrubbing and once she made sure that nothing was sticky or itchy anywhere on her body, she dried off and opened the door to leave. She quickly closed it when she saw Lemmy coming out of his room. She didn't even noticed she was blushing. She was busy focusing on what her cousin was wearing.
Tch.
Lemmy was wearing a purple and black T-shirt and a beanie. Crap. The only times he wasn't dressed like a hard rock fashion nightmare was when he wasn't feeling well. He was gearing up for a bad day. And she had a very good idea of why.
She walked quickly, got inside her room, and got dressed as fast as she could, but when she got to her panties, Lupa had a second thought. Maybe…
No. She had to wear them. If it got bad again, then she'd regret not having them if the heat came back while she was out. She already had enough weird looks coming her way with people thinking she was the constantly sick and mean girl. She didn't need people thinking that she wets herself.
She slid them up and grimaced once the fabric touched her sex. How bothersome, she sarcastically thought to herself, now I look forward to you rubbing me for ten hours. Walking with them was a pain in the cunt, they rubbed and got everywhere, and she was too goddamn sensitive to really wear them, but alas, it was a necessary evil.
Putting one step in front of the other was tortuous. By the time she finished getting down the stairs, her face felt hot and she was starting to get grumpy because of it. Nonetheless, she pushed forward. She just needed a minute to get used to it, as she sat on the last step. She looked to the main door and saw Lemmy push through the mass of girls, and not two minutes later Leia following behind.
Once she saw Loan come up to go back to her room, Lupa stood up and went to the kitchen, where Lily was alone eating something with chocolate and… mustard? Ew.
Lily's eyes lit up when she saw her niece coming and after swallowing, she greeted her with, "What up, Bee Buns?"
Lupa cringed at the memory of what happened when she was a kid. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you?" she said stoically and unamused
"Not a chance." The smirk on Lily's face just made Lupa angry. So much for spending the day well. She just made herself angry. But it was a for a good cause.
"I don't like what you're doing," Lupa said, her voice bitter just like she felt about the whole thing.
"Eating?"
"You know what I'm trying to say," Lupa stated, frowning at her aunt.
"No, I don't," Lily answered, putting another strawberry in her mouth. "Tash whuy ai'm ashking."
"What are you trying to win by pinning a baby on a kid?" There, straight, to the point. But it didn't even get a reaction out of her.
"I'm not pinning anything on anyone." Lily kept eating after answering, this time seemingly less happy about the conversation.
"Look, the kid's limp. I have first hand knowledge about that, literally," she said, doing a wanking gesture.
Lily rolled her eyes, and swallowed. "Really? You want to have this conversation right now? In front of my salad?" Lily practically groaned. It wasn't enough that her sisters were piling on her for it, now one of her nieces was coming to her with this bullshit. "Look, if you want to think that, fine. But we disagree," she said pointing to her belly and herself. "Lisa told me you're going through the heat right now, and I get it, the fog fills your head and it's the only thing you can think about right now. but you have to admit that sometimes people are indisposed, or maybe just not into you"
"But-"
"Look," Lily interrupted and lifted a finger to emphasise, "If you want to keep this going on, do it in the afternoon. I just woke up and you have a class to go to."
Lupa did nothing but stand there.
It wasn't like she was going to listen. So, frowning and mad, she turned and shoved Libby off and walked out the door. Not a single one of her sisters tried to stop her. They knew how she got when she was mad.
Before exiting the big gates, she breathed in and out slowly. This wasn't worth getting mad about, hell it may even be a good chance to accuse her in front of everyone…
Wait.
Maybe just her aunts. Telling everyone that her brother couldn't get it up probably would make him want to kill himself. She was trying to help, not shame him until the day he died.
And she knew just the way to do it and Lisa was going to help her.
With a shit eating grin, she quickly walked down the road, as quickly as she could without rubbing herself to exhaustion. By the time she reached the bridge that connected them to the neighborhood, her brother and sister were within view. She wondered if she should go there and join them, but after Lemmy helped Leia stand up after she slammed against a stop sign, they seemed to be very focused on a conversation.
Lupa sighed and decided against it. Let them have their fun. He must be having a hell of a morning after last night.
As she walked forward, she saw Lemmy make a particular gesture with his hand, that reminded her of… schlicking. Were those two… already active? They, Lulu, Lizzy and Loan seemed to be the only ones in the house that weren't actively doing anyone. At least inside the house.
Were those two going out with someone?
I mean it's possible… but why didn't they tell me?
Probably because unlike you, they have friends.
Well that was rude…
But true. Unlike them, Lupa wasn't too much for conversing with other people. It was something she had in common with Lemmy: they were both very much introverts. She more than him apparently. Not even a month had passed from the time they got to this town and he already had a mandatory black friend by that point. To this day, Lupa still had no one.
When she stepped up the bus step, she got to see a confirmation of that. Leia, the one of the three who actually got to have a stable childhood and knew how to make friends, was sitting alongside two others in the same seat. She looked like she was having fun, just talking to them like no one was around.
Lemmy was at the back of the bus, looking out the window, with an open seat right next to him. She walked towards him, but the closer she got the more she started to doubt, getting a sour feeling in her stomach.
She thought that if he wanted her there, he would have asked. So she looked to a guy on her side, and intimidated him to not only move to give her space, but to leave the seat entirely. There, Lemmy had company now and she didn't have to dealt with this guy anymore. Lupa didn't really know how mean she looked to make people just scram like that, but hey: if it meant that she didn't have to deal with people touching her, she'd accept it.
Looking through the window, she pondered. What made them change so much? Ever since the Juggalo incident, those two hadn't been the same. They talked to her less, and seemed to try to ignore her whenever she was mentally sober enough to try and get to them.
Had she changed too? Probably. Soon after getting to this place, she began going through "it". When normal girls went through puberty, they got chest pains when they chest started to grow and started to get on the rag. Not her family though. On top of all that, her and her siblings had to go through some Vulcanesqe fucklust or some shit like that.
It didn't have a real name, but when she explained it to Lupa and her sisters, Lisa called it 'The Loud Libido'. She explained that it was a genetic condition that caused a intense form of nymphomania. The older Loud generation had inherited it from their mother Rita, and they in turn had passed it onto their kids.
It had something to do with a hormonal imbalance that peaked during puberty. When Lisa noticed that nobody understood, she just said that she was going to be extremely horny for a couple of months but that it would pass sooner rather than later.
Bullshit.
It had been over five months and her libido hadn't gone down a bit. Her sisters told her that it wasn't such a big deal, but they didn't know how it was like for her. Yeah, they were mad horny too, but they at least could get grazed by people without getting turned on. Lupa was so sensitive that it was maddening.
Back when it started, when it got so bad that she schlicked herself raw and clawed at her temples and begged the world to make it stop, her mother suggested that having sex with her father would help (and said that it certainly helped her when she went through it). Lupa was doubtful at first. Sex seemed like such a big deal at first, but when it became clear that it was the one thing that would calm her down enough to make her days bearable, she started doing every day. It didn't matter where or how.
It wasn't like she was the only one to do it around the house anyways. Her family was extremely open about this kind of thing. Her mom and every single one of her aunts had told their kids about their parentage as soon as they were old enough to understand speech. They were told that their incestuous existence wasn't at all bad, but that it should never be known. Other people wouldn't understand.
Fine by me, I guess.
She wasn't exactly fond of other people, so fuck them regardless. Hell, considering how much she and her mom moved around the country, the only people she got time to get used to being with before moving to the big house were all sitting on this bus ignoring her. Seriously, what happened?
Whenever they found each other in Franklin, they would spend all their time together. Barely spending any time apart, aside from going to the bathroom. They would spend their days playing pranks on people and getting into trouble. Leia being particularly brutal. It was awesome. Coming to this town to live together was like a dream come true for her, so… what happened? What broke them away?
Man, what a way to spend that "good day" of hers. Just bringing herself down. Still, she had a clear mind. Maybe this was the beginning of the end, the "peak" would finally end, and she could just go back to regular ass, semi-normal teenager horny and finally being able to go back to fill her head with things that weren't cock. Not their length, or their heat, nor their weight, nor their potent intoxicating smell, and that salty, glorious taste that it gets when the pre starts leaking and-
Oh hell no! Not today! Not now!
As soon as the bus stopped, she stood up and walked as fast as she could and got into her classroom. Trying to push her thoughts aside, she went through her backpack, got her eyeglass case and took her black square glasses out. She looked straight out of a saturday morning cartoon when she wore them, but what could she do? Just like dad's dick, she needed these to function, but, you know, for literally everything else.
She opened her notebook and when the world in front of her became clear enough, she found nervous scribbles and half-made equations. Little reminders of all the times her body got the better of her in the middle of class. Lupa felt herself cringing when she realized that she could pinpoint how long it took for her to go from focused to a distracted horny wreck. The longest was half an hour.
There were so many attractive boys and girls in her class, it was hard to keep herself focused with all of them around. Lupa sighed, and laid her head on top of her desk, yawning.
Boy did last night leave me tired.
She looked as her classmates came in and took their seats. Across the room, she saw Gordon take a seat. Cute, incredibly well intentioned, and Lemmy's best friend. She wondered if he'd be interested in being her boyfriend, but dismissed the idea as soon as she had it.
She honestly thought that he talked to her out of courtesy more than anything. After spending so much time with her dad and getting used to nine or more inches, there weren't a lot of people that would measure up to that. What was the average for a fourteen year old boy? Three? Maybe four tops? The only people outside of the house that would be able to satisfy her at this point were in fucking San Fernando Valley.
She didn't mind the incest, really, but using her dad as a dildo every day was starting to get old.
She closed her eyes and told herself that she wasn't going to fall asleep. She wanted to pay attention in class (like the good old times… of last year) for once, but she dozed off without noticing.
When she opened her eyes, she was in a clean, though dimly lit version of her room. She could feel that she was sitting on someone's legs, and aside from that… she felt great!
Lupa looked down, and saw her naked flesh. She had the body of an adult woman, yet her skin was still pale and ghostly, her breasts big and swollen, filled to the brim with liquid. Below them, her belly was doming. Lupa could feel the weight of a new life inside of her. It felt so incredibly right. She had never felt so full, so perfect, so… female.
Whoever she was sitting on started to kiss her back, then slowly went up to her neck. He ended up nuzzling the side of her head. Whoever it was that was behind her, she loved him to bits and she was sure he loved her with the same intensity.
Her dream-self closed her eyes as he hugged her, and allowed herself to bask in the warm of their love. She opened her eyes and looked down. Her eyes widened instantly. She recognized the tattoo design on his arms the second she saw them. The man behind her was Lemmy.
Lupa woke up with a yell that startled everyone in the classroom. She quickly took her backpack and, citing a 'female emergency,' ran out of the room toward the bathroom.
When she was safely secured inside a stall, Lupa allowed herself to breathe. She could feel the dampness in her panties. Nah, it wasn't even dampanymore. Her panties were so wet, she could feel it on her thighs.
Oh c'mon. Really?
She couldn't even avoid this for even a single day? In between breaths she cursed her body for being like this. And Lemmy? Really? She wanted to do this with Lemmy? Well, she did before, but he couldn't. She knew that for a fact. It wasn't like her body cared, though. She wanted something in her and wanted it now.
She rummaged through her bag looking for something and took out a pack of cigarettes. She put it in her mouth and proceeded to look for her purple BiC lighter. She turned the wheel quickly and nervously but it only produced sparks. When it got on her nerves, she shook it and ended up confirming that it was empty.
In a fit of impotent rage, she threw it against the door. She couldn't even have this? Her body hated her and the world around her didn't want her to ever relax.
Lupa wanted to give up, she let her head hang back and groaned. Man, she just wanted the day to end already. But she couldn't, it was just…
Wait, what time is it?
The recess bell answered her question. Unable to believe that it was that late, she grabbed her phone and looked at the clock. It flashed 11:30.
How the fuck did it get this late? Why didn't anyone wake me up?
Looking at her hands, she rolled her eyes as if the answer was obvious. Oh, right. Pale and sickly, she thought. She didn't want to be there anymore, not like this. Not while thinking like that.
Lupa didn't know if it was something within her particular genetic makeup, or if it was just how she grew up. As far as she knew, her entire family was made of nymphos. From her mom and dad, to, now that she considered it, probably even Leia and Lemmy by this point. But among all of them, she had it the worst.
At least that is what she thought. It was easy to come to that conclusion for her. Everyone else in the house was functional. Lacy could go by days on end without even jilling off, same with Liena and Lyra could make due with themselves, they were long past the peak. But her? She needed it constantly. It was hellish.
She couldn't give herself a few hours without having a pair of wet panties because she seemed to find motherfucking everything attractive for some reason. She couldn't even spend time with her favorite hobby; building gunpla models took time and concentration, something that her condition wasn't letting her have. Her grades were going down the toilet because of it. And now... Now she was seeing him like that... and she wasn't comfortable with it, at all.
She needed to get away from this place. Sweatier and more tired than she had been when she got inside the bathroom, she left. In the halls she tried her best to avoid touching people. It had earned her a reputation, but she wasn't surrounded by these people enough to care about what they thought. The only ones who gave a fuck about her were at the other fuck ass end of town apparently, so she'd care about them.
Lupa ignored her stomach and just made her way to the exit. She gave her teacher the Doctor's note that Lisa wrote for her to her teacher for the umpteenth time, and then she'd be on her way home to get rid of this feeling, even if it was just for a few hours.
In her way, however, something grabbed her attention. Gordon was looking at something in one of the other halls. She looked in that direction and saw a black girl getting uncomfortably close to Lemmy's face. It was amazing how her mood changed from wanting to leave to wanting to punch her so quickly.
"Who is that girl talking to Lemmy?" she asked Gordon, frowning, her tone a mixture of anger and worry.
"Oh? She's Marsha," answered Gordon, honestly surprised that Lupa even talked to him. She usually just picked up her stuff and left the place in a hurry when classes were over. "My sister."
"Then tell your whore sister to take her paws off Lemmy," she said to his face, not even flinching when he frowned back at her. "Lemmy gets really uncomfortable when people that he doesn't know try to bother him, it's kind of a condition."
Gordon breathed in. This was his best friend's cousin. He wasn't going to do what he would usually do to someone who said that about Marsha. "Doesn't know? That girl has been trying to get with that dork for the entire school year. Where was this protective side of you back then?"
"What, your sister is trying to get Lemmy to date her?" She went from angry to weirded out and surprised in no time and her face showed it.
"And she isn't the only one" He said, matter of factly, and pointed at his direction "Take a look"
A biracial brunette had approached Lemmy from behind and whispered something to his ear which surprised him. He turned to face her, and told her something that Lupa couldn't hear from where she was standing, but it made both of them pout.
"I don't know how he does it, but girls swarm that boy like flies," He continued. She wasn't sure if that tone in his voice was pride, jealousy or a mixture of both. "He doesn't want to date anyone for some reason. The kid has gotten really good at shutting them down softly, though."
"So Lemmy is popular with girls?"
"I'm as baffled as you are."
Barely above a whisper and with a uneasy smile she said, "I guess he is dad's son after all."
"Excuse me?"
"Forget about it, it's none of your business"
Lemmy is popular with girls she thought to herself, still processing that sentence. She looked forward and watched Lemmy leave through the other side hall. While it took them a second, Marsha and the other girl (who she would later learn was called Gwen) followed him to the end, when they took the opposite road.
Even though she saw with her own eyes that they took a different way, in her mind she saw them going after him, following to some place. Maybe he was going to do what he did to Lily. Maybe they were going to let him put some little Lemmies inside of them. Her stomach soured at the thought, twisting and hurting, yet, she could feel the heat between her legs growing, just like that wetness in her panties.
What the fuck is wrong with me, she thought to herself, leaving Gordon behind and hurrying to the bus stop. She needed to get home quickly.
She tried running toward the closest bus stop away from the school, but the friction in her nethers wasn't helping her situation at all. She was hungry and tired and horny and she hated her life. And that was all before the bus she got to broke down halfway there.
Now she was hungry, tired, horny, pissed off and had to walk home. Was it too late to just kill herself? Nah, too much effort. She walked, and walked until her feet hurt, and only then she came to something resembling her neighborhood. She heaved a victorious sigh and kept walking forward. Though she stopped to breath right above the stone bridge that connected it to the road home. She had some good memories here, the arcs beneath were a good resting place. She, Lemmy, and Leia had found that to be the case soon after moving here they were exploring around the place when they found that the river that was supposed to go underneath had dried decades ago. They had spent so much time there, they even camped out under this bridge one night. She even had her first kiss under it…
Huh, so that's what nostalgia feels like.
Something in her gut felt… wrong. She felt ill being here. Something started under this bridge, something that came to a sudden stop when "that" started. As if she hadn't enough reasons to hate the fact that her body needed all that sex, it broke what felt like a dream right before. The worst part about it was that when she was in the middle of that lustful haze, she didn't even care. Dick and her own pleasure were the only things that mattered when she was like that. Whenever she had clarity of mind after it was over, she felt so tired ashamed with herself that she barely let herself out of her room.
And now she was running home to do it again. She swallowed hard, and felt something pooling beneath her eyes. From nowhere she heard something that sounded like a moan and something metallic hitting rock. Lupa took it as a cue to resume her walk of shame. She didn't trust herself enough to be around if an angry hobo came to attack her.
She walked past the gates and into home, which was… far more silent than she expected it to be. Even if most of her siblings were in school there were supposed to be a few adults at home, but the place felt… deserted.
She called to her mom and dad, but nobody responded. Nobody… until Lily came down the stairs, getting her shirt in place as if she just recently put it on.
"Hey kiddo?" she said. She went closer to Lupa. "What are you doing here so early?"
Lupa mumbled before saying "Female emergency."
"Lucy doesn't give you pads for that?" Lucy was a fan of blood, yes, but in all of Lily's memory, she hadn't ever played around with her health like that.
"Not that kind of emergency," said Lupa, grabbing her arm and looking to the side.
"Oh," Lily instantly understood what she meant, and had to answer with, "Sorry Lu, Linc ain't here."
"What?"
"Yeah, he and the others went out in a hurry." Lily said, while walking forward. "Lisa is still around, though. Lola told her that they needed people with (and I quote) 'A sense of style and a soul' for this. I think she's planning how to murder her downstairs"
"Oh for fucks sake! Really?"
"Yea, I think Lis is exaggerating a bit!"
Visibly irritated, Lupa almost yelled, "Not that!"
First Lily frowned, but when she noticed how red and shaky her niece was, she relaxed again. "You really can't wait? They've been out for hours, they shouldn't be away for much longer… do you need me to give you a hand?"
Lupa growled and said, "You've done enough," before stomping out of the living room. Once she reached the stairs, Lupa remembered something. She had been so focused on getting home for the last hour that she had almost forgotten.
She stepped down and made her way to the basement. Lupa knocked on the door of Lisa's lab, and was greeted by her aunt soon after.
"I need a favor"
After an eye roll, Lisa responded with "Of courshe, what do you need?"
"A paternity test."
Lisa appeared genuinely surprised. "Are you…?"
"What? No!" Lupa responded loudly "I meant for Lily and Lemmy"
"Oh." Lisa said calmly "It'sh already done. Do come in."
The "What" that Lupa answered with was as plain as it was quiet.
"I have no reashion to distrusht my younger shibling, but people like Lori, Lola and apparently you shieem to, so I took shiamples during last night'sh genetic teshting. So here it ish."
She presented her niece with a sheet of paper with numbers and lines that Lisa could clearly see in her face that she didn't understood a single digit. So she continued, "The reshiults shiow with 99.99% certainty that your brother ish the father."
The information actually shocked her. "But HOW?" Lupa proceeded to tell her aunt about her hand to dick experience with Lemmy and how it left them both unsatisfied, confused, and, in his particular case, pained than anything else.
Lisa started with a hum, thinking through her words before responding, "There are many reasonsh malesh don't reshpond to shiexual shtimuli ashide from impotency. Shtress, lack of attraction or simply exhaustion. It could have been any of those thingsh. But did you tried more than once?"
"No."
"Why?" Asked Lisa "I never took you for the kind that givesh up eashily."
"I was a bit… ashamed that I did it," Lupa answered looking down, "I mean, I thought he was… you know… and that would be shameful for him."
"Sho you had the best of intenshionsh, but not the besht idea," Lupa nodded in response. "Dexter and Einstein, how come all of you have to be sho much like your father? I don't want to shay that it is too late to try again now, but it may not be the best moment. Fatherhood is a shtresshful thing."
The walk back up to her room was a weird one, the shock didn't wore up in the whole way. She ended up laying in her bed, looking at the ceiling, and wondering how they drifted away so much that she didn't notice any of these things. Her brother seemed to have that Loud charm, girls were after him, and yes… he was going to have a kid too.
She still couldn't believe that last part. Not only that he wasn't the inexperienced little boy she thought he was. He apparently had enough around here to be unable to get it up when she tried to breach that gap months prior.
Who could it be? Probably Lacy, they did spend a lot of time playing together. Who knows, maybe it could be one of the hotties from school, the black one did have a really nice ass.
Hah, out of everyone in the family he would be the first one to make an actual branch. That was hilarious to her for some reason. And hot. Yeah, her little brother, man enough to impregnate their aunt and then go out to do it again to some unknown chick from who knows where.
Oh no.
If she hadn't taken her panties off before getting on her bed, they would have had a new wet stain. She stood up quickly and rummaged through her lowest drawer, looking for her vibrator. When she found it, she quickly pushed the switch only to find that it didn't work.
"He didn't fix it?" she spoke to herself, remembering what she did when she asked Lemmy to repair it. She rolled her eyes and continued, "Oh, right. Throwing it at his face when I asked may not have been the best idea."
Feeling the fire in her nethers growing and the fog enclosing her mind, she groaned loudly. She went through her backpack and picked up her phone. Quickly, she looked for her dad's number.
(Dad? Where are you)-
(I need you here now)-
-(We're buying what we need for a baby shower)
-(Sorry b, its going to take a while)
(oh c'mon not you too)-
-(why don't you ask lem?)
-(Im sure he could help you out)
"God fucking dammit!" she yelled before throwing herself at on her bed again. She knew for a fact that masturbating wasn't going to be enough, but she did it anyways. With pictures of her dad and brother flashing through her mind and with her own hands, she built her own climax, bringing herself to the most unsatisfying of orgasms not soon after.
On her bed she groaned and cursed herself. Once again, she was still heated and aroused. This always happened. Every single time that it wasn't her dad or Libby doing it, she couldn't get any real satisfaction out of it. The pleasure faded quickly, and once again, she was a horny, nervous wreck.
Someone knocked on her door, to whom she answered with a "Go away."
"Is everything okay in there? I heard a moan and wasn't sure if it was you or an dying animal."
"Leave me alone," Lupa answered, more out of shame than actual anger. "You wouldn't understand what this is like."
After a substantial pause, Lily answered, "You know, Lincoln and the others refused to approach me like this for my whole life. Lem was my first." Lupa couldn't believe what her aunt was saying. Going through this for nineteen years without getting any? It must have been maddening "Still, I got through it, because this one lovely girl that helped me get through it. You don't have to stand it alone, or wait for a man."
Lily was met with a whole minute of silence, broken by the words, "Please leave".
"If it becomes too much to bear, then you know where I am."
It wasn't that she didn't need it, but she felt that she had been too much of a cunt to her aunt today to just ask for it. But she felt that, if she didn't find a way to calm herself down quickly, she would soon be on her knees and begging for it as usual.
A cigarette! A cigarette would help, or that's what she thought. I'm still missing a lighter though. Looking to both sides before going out of her room, she made her way to Lemmy's. Opening his door and going into his-
"What the fuck?" she said after looking at the mess that was her brother's room, "Whoever said that autistic people were orderly was a huge fucking liar."
There were clothes everywhere, the drawers and closet were open. It looked like a tornado had gone through it. How was she going to find anything in this place?
She took a step forward and tripped on a book, falling to the ground and hitting herself in the face.
She turned back to see what made her fall and saw an open brown book, with words and sketches inside. She abandoned her quest for a second to look at it. Some pages had notes on how Lemmy's days had gone. Some had long paragraphs of poetry about a girl with "ethereal hair" and others had drawings.
Really good drawings, she thought. page after page she found sketches of objects and people, their family, his friends, even that couple of girls from school. When she was about to close it and resume her search, something gave her pause.
She found a couple of pages with sketches of her. Some dressed, some in the nude. She looked at herself for a second and wondered if she actually looked that skinny.
One sketch in particular caught her attention. It was a drawing of her kneeling. It was taken from the back and he had drawn her hair, back, and butt with a lot of detail. To the side, it had a note with an arrow pointing to her butt saying 'add 26 freckles.'
Lupa pointed her back to the mirror and lifted her skirt and counted. Exactly 26 freckles on her butt. Huh so he has been looking at me… or it could just be that freaky memory thing. Knowing that her brother had the same photographic memory that Liena and Lizzy had, she decided that it could have been done with just a glance at her while she was busy… eh… worshiping.
She felt her face warming and the sense of urgency coming back. She closed the book and put it atop his drawer. When she was about to leave, she heard his voice. It wasn't coming from outside his door, but… the wall? She took a look out the window and lowe and behold. There he was, sitting on a bench and looking through his backpack for something to light the cigarette he had in his mouth.
"Fire!" she thought, before the suggestion her father made popped in her mind. She, however, pushed it aside. She actually wanted to smoke this time. It would help, she was sure of it. Talking to him was going to be a plus, and if it escalated from that… well, that would be better.
When he walked into the kitchen to look for something, she grabbed the drain pipe that was besides his window, and climbed it down to the ground. Once there, she laid on the same bench to wait for him.
And then-
"And then we started talking. And he said that he had a terrible day, and he said he used to have a crush on me. And then that he didn't want to see me because I'm always fucking. And then I offered to fuck him. And he told me to fuck myself," Lupa couldn't control her breathing anymore and she started sobbing again "I'm so disgusting."
After a brief silence, Lucy put her hand on her daughter's head, and hugged her tightly. "You aren't any more disgusting than he is," she said stoically but surely "At his age, he must be going through the same condition that you are, but the weight of fatherhood is a big one. If he is anything like Lincoln, he must feel like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders." She used her long sleeves to dry Lupa's tears and continued. "You didn't know the time wasn't right for that kind of offer."
"You really think so?" said Lupa, while her mother caressed the side of her face.
"Back when we used to move around, whenever Luna and I found each other, you two would basically be glued together," Lupa saw a small, faint smile on her mother's lips. "You were the best of his friends, just as much as he was yours."
"But we drifted apart so badly," Lupa answered, sadly.
"Aye. Lupa, my baby. Do you know what is the most important part of a relationship? What can make one night stands last forever or corrupt long standing marriages at their very root?"
"What?"
"Communication."
Lupa snorted out a laugh, to which Lucy asked, "What do you find so funny about it? Communication, friendship, love, and intimacy are the pillars of a good relationship."
"I just found it funny that you were the one talking about communication." She looked at her mother, and didn't need to see her eyes to know that behind those long dark bangs, she was getting a glare. Looking down again, Lupa asked, "You really think that we can repair everything with a talk?"
"Maybe not one, but it is a start," Lucy reassured. "I ship you two for a reason, you know. You two are very compatible."
"Mom, you shouldn't ship real people."
"You sound so much like your father," Lucy said, shaking her head at the reprimand. "Now. Go speak with your brother, and hope for the best."
Reassured by her mother's words, Lupa made her way inside the house, still using her sweater to dry her tears. She ignored the rest of the family in the living room and walked up the stairs and got to Lemmy's room.
The noise coming from Loan's room was deafening. Ever since she got into rock and metal she had been playing songs so loud it was deafening. so much so that Lupa wasn't sure if Lemmy was even listening to her calling at his door.
After a few knocks, Lupa said that she was going in and opened his door, only to find that his room was empty. Weirded out, Lupa turned back. She was sure he wasn't in the living room. Where was he then?
When she was walking back through, something stopped her at her sister's door. A moan so loud that it sounded like a scream. She knew this song, that wasn't supposed to be there. She got her ear close to the door, and beneath all the loud music she could hear a bed creaking and a familiar voice moaning loudly. She picked up some words too.
"You're- so rough!" Lupa was focusing so much on her sister's moans that for her, the music faded into the background. The familiar voice grew louder along with the creaking, it grew into a crescendo that culminated in a deafening shriek.
Without thinking, she turned the doorknob and opened the door. Inside, he saw the naked form of her brother, wildly fucking their sister with his long, thick cock. Blankly, she looked at them go doggystyle like feral animals. Lupa moved her face toward her sister. Her bottom was red and her sides were scratched, her bountiful bosom moving with every pump. Her hair was messy, and her face... She had never seen such an expression before. Lupa had never seen something so beautiful... In Loan's face she could see her pain and ecstasy warring for control of her brain, ecstasy was clearly winning, because those looked like tears of joy.
She didn't know why, but once the song came to an end, tears came back to Lupa's eyes, and with them, a scream.