Lori awoke that morning with a weird feeling in the pit if her stomach. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something felt… off. It was the same feeling that you feel before something bad happens.

Dismissing it, the teen reluctantly left the protective warmth of her bed covers to get ready for the day. She showered, ate breakfast, and returned back to her room to get her shoes on.

"Damn."

Her blue pumps were beginning to fall apart. Unlike her younger roommate sister, outward appearance wasn't terribly important to Lori. Sure, she liked to wear a nice dress when going to a formal event such as a school dance, but on a normal day, she would only be found in cargo shorts and a tank top. Still, Lori didn't like to wear shoes that were bound to fall apart at any second. Later that day, she told herself that she would go to the mall to find a replacement pair. She'd bring Luan, too, who had been wanting to resupply on inflatable balloons for the past few days.

School dragged by. She got home, texted Bobby, made herself a snack, texted Bobby, did her homework, and texted Bobby.

Lori looked at the clock. It was four. It would be getting dark soon.

She went upstairs, and asked Luan if she wanted to come to the mall with her. She agreed, as long as she would be given a few minutes to get her stuff ready. Nodding, Lori began to go around to the other rooms in the house, seeing if anyone else was interested in coming. She didn't want anyone yelling at her that she had left them home when they would have wanted to come.

Only Lincoln agreed; everyone else was busy or out of the house.

She drove there, making light conversation with her brother and sister along the way. Eventually, she parked, and told Luan and Lincoln that she was going to run into the store and pick out a phone. They decided to wait in the van.

She took her time searching; after all, she'd be using her phone for literally years to come. It had to be perfect.

"Excuse me, could you move to the side?"

Lori looked up. A man wearing an expensive-looking suit, neat haircut, tie, and blazer was standing behind her, his hands crossed behind his back.

His tone was authoritative and rude. He thinks he's better than me because he has some money, Lori thought.

"Could you move to the side?" he repeated. "I'm trying to look at the new phones releases."

"Well, so am I," said Lori. "I think you're going to have to wait your turn."

"I'm in a hurry! I have a lunch meeting in 15 minutes, followed by—"

"Just wait. I won't be long." Lori pointed at the man's larger-than-average gut. "Besides, it looks like you could benefit from missing a lunch meeting."

There was a pause. Tension hung in the air. Lori began to grow nervous. Had she said too much? The man in front of her was obviously very wealthy—if he was offended, he could probably easily sue her.

Then, he began to laugh. Loudly, too. The man put his hands on his cut, leaned back, and laughed.

"You're one hell of a character, you know that?" he eventually said.

Lori shrugged. "I don't like being pushed around."

"Your siblings must love you, huh?"

She smiled. "Not when I have to chew them out. I'm the oldest of 11."

His eyes widened. "You don't say?" The man extended his hand. "I'm Nathan Horthien."

Lori grabbed his hand. "Lori Loud. Sorry for being rude, but I'm a real queen bitch when people try bossing me around."

Nathan's smile widened. "Ever think about getting into the world of business?"

By now, the handshake had concluded. "Actually, yeah! My childhood dream has always been to be a bigwig CEO."

"Well, you certainly have the personality for it." He reached into his pocket, producing a business card before handing it to Lori. It read Nathan Horthien - THISMONIAN PUBLISHING. "When you're old enough," he said, "Get into contact with me. I can use you on my team."

With that, the two said their goodbyes and parted ways.

Lori eventually picked a phone, bought it, and texted Luan, letting her know that she would be out soon. As she left the store, cold wind hit her in the face, but she didn't care. Lori had made her first step into the world of business, a field she had always been interested in. She didn't even mean to! The best things in life are spontaneous.

...The best things in life are spontaneous. Huh.

Lori could have sworn she was going crazy, but as she approached the van, she heard a moan. What the fuck? Get your mind out of the gutter, she thought. It was probably a squeaky shopping cart, or some weird kid screaming nearby, or—

"Lincoln!"

This time, she was sure of it. Somebody moaned Lincoln's name. The voice came from the van. It sounded like Luan.

Lori slowly made her way to Vanzilla, her footsteps heavy. Reluctantly, she crept over to the side of the vehicle and peaked in…

…running down the parking lot, holding her mouth, tears in her eyes…

...frantically asking the cashier where the bathroom was. "I think it's occupied, ma'am—" "JUST TELL ME WHERE THE FUCKING BATHROOM IS!"...

...puking, barfing her fucking brains out. What the hell? What the fuck? What the fucking hell? She was certain she saw what she saw, it happened right in front of her… right in front of her… right in front…

…feeling a bit better, but still disturbed beyond belief, walking back down the parking lot, didn't even know that she was holding her shopping bag in a death grip…

…slowly sitting in the driver seat, grabbing the steering wheel, thinking that she said "Hey, guys," but wasn't sure, if she did her voice was shaky as hell…

...driving to the other side of the mall… carry on the shopping trip as normal. Got it.

Three sisters in three days.

Lincoln, currently relaxing on his bed, couldn't help but to smile. How many other kids would get an opportunity not him? Few, if any.

The risks were great. The rewards, however, outweighed them.

Three sisters in three days, he thought again.

It started with Lynn. By accident, he had walked in on her changing. Of course, she used that as an excuse to approach him later for their first sexual encounter. Then, there was Luna. Lincoln had found her in the middle of talking to a friend on the phone about sensitive information, and he was able to use that as a segway to letting his older sister know that he really cared about her. That conversation quickly turned into sex. Finally, just this afternoon, there was Luan. They were left alone in the van, and Lincoln had blurted out that he 'wanted' her. Thankfully, though, his mistake turned out to be more helpful than harmful. He had fucked her six ways to Sunday in the short amount of time he had alone with her.

Lincoln looked down. His thoughts had caused a bulge to begin growing in his pants. He sighed.

He also had to pee. Lincoln jumped down from his bed, and made his way down the hallway. It was unusually quiet. Thinking about it, Lincoln realized that this was because a lot of his sisters were out at the moment. It was Friday afternoon, after all.

When he got to the bathroom door, it was, of course, closed. He could hear that the shower was on. With eleven children getting ready for school all at the same time, naturally, the line to take a shower in the morning was longer than most wanted to wait in. As a result, a handful of the Louds opted to take their showers the night before instead.

Lincoln danced on his feet in the hallway, trying his best to keep his bladder under control. He'd have to wait until whoever was in there finished up with their shower.

He heard a voice, singing. He couldn't make out any of the lyrics, but he certainly was able to make out the voice. Luna.

An idea.

His feet began to move forward, toward the bathroom door. He looked back. The hallway was empty. Quickly, he opened the bathroom door, slipped in, and shut it as quietly as possible behind him.

Luna must have not realized that Lincoln had entered, as she continued to sing, uninterrupted.

"The leaves of brown came tumblin' down, remember?

In September,

In the rain."

Lincoln smiled. She was singing September in the Rain, a short but sweet song that he knew every last lyric to due to the fact that it was Luna's go-to shower song; she sung it in every season, even now, in the winter.

"The sun went out just like a dying ember

That September

In the rain."

Her voice was soft, soothing, and beautiful. It took Lincoln back to his time as a child. Whenever he was scared or had a bad nightmare, Luna was there to comfort him with her singing.

He hesitated at first, but feeling warm, Lincoln decided to pick up the song. He sung softly as to not be heard by anyone that could have been in the hallway, but he was certain Luna could hear him.

"To every word of love I heard you whisper

The raindrops seemed to play a sweet refrain."

There was a moment of silence. A sudden fear came over Lincoln. Had he gone too far? Was Luna freaking out over the fact that he was in the bathroom while she was taking a shower?

Thankfully, his fear quickly dissolved as Luna continued the song. Lincoln joined in as well. The two, each on an opposite side of the shower curtain, finished the last three verses together.

"Though spring is here, to me it's still September

That September

In the rain."

Lincoln saw her hands wrap around the shower curtain before moving it slightly to the side, poking her head out.

"Lincoln?"

He smiled.

"That was some pretty good singing." She returned the smile.

"Not as good as yours, sis."

There was a pause. The two simply looked at each other, grinning, two dorks in love. Water dripped from Luna's hair.

Her face reddened. "W-Want to join me?"

His smile grew. "Sounds fun."

Luna moved back to make room for him. Lincoln, not taking off any of his clothes, walked over to the shower and stepped over the tub. His shirt and jeans grew dark as they became soaking wet.

He looked at Luna. A blush was on her face. She was covered in soapy bubbles. Still, her freckled breasts were visible, much to the pleasure of Lincoln. She was a healthy 15-year-old girl, ripe for mating. She was his. What more could Lincoln ask for?

"You're not going to take anything off?"

He shook his head. "No, I'll let you."

Her blush deepened. Slowly, she reached her arms to Lincoln. Shakey, her hands slowly unbuttoned his jeans before they fell to the floor of the shower-tub, pooling around Lincoln's legs. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the back of the tub. A large bulge was beginning to form in his underwear. Subsequently, she took those off, too, throwing them in the pile in the back of the tub.

Instinctively, primally, naturally, Luna turned to the shower wall and bent over, the stream of shower water hitting her back. Her freckled ass was right in front of Lincoln's crotch.

He held his penis in place, guiding it, before moving his hips forward and sliding into Luna. Once inside, he grabbed her ass, putting on hand on either side of it, steadying his woman.

Easily, he slid into her. Her walls closed in tight around him. She was covered in shampoo and bubbles, and he was beginning to be, too. He pounded relentlessly. Luckily, the heavy stream of water was loud enough to barely be able to mask the sound of flesh hitting flesh.

Again and again, he slid his length inside of her. The shower water streamed down upon them. The bathroom was beginning to become steamy.

After a minute or so, feeling a climax coming on, Lincoln pulled out prematurely. Not like this.

"Link, what—"

"Lay on the ground, Luna."

On the shower floor, the two lay side by side. Lincoln's head was on the side of the tub closest to the shower head; Luna was facing the opposite way.

Huh, he thought. So this is why they call it '69'ing.

He began to eat her. She began to suck on him. Pleasuring and being pleasured at the same time certainly was challenging, but very, very rewarding. The shower stream rained down upon them as the siblings went at one another.

Luna didn't just suck Lincoln's cock; she used her hands, too. It was a fluid motion. She went down on him, his penis going almost deep enough in her mouth to touch the back of her throat. As she came up, she pumped with her hand, too, resulting in a very satisfying experience for Lincoln.

He was working hard, too. Lincoln attacked with force, moving his tongue around, getting as deep as he could. He explored Luna's entire hot, wet pussy. Her legs convulsed on the tub ground.

Lincoln came first. His penis began to pulse in Luna's mouth and hands, and before she knew it, it erupted like a perverted volcano. Her mouth filled with Lincoln's all too familiar gooey, sticky liquid.

Even during orgasm, Lincoln continued to work. After he was spent, the boy did not falter in pleasuring Luna— if nothing, in fact, he only got faster, more powerful.

She came. A hot feeling welled deep inside of her. It coiled around her, squeezing her tight. In that moment, on the ground of the Loud resident shower, even though the hot water had run out by now and it was spraying down on her freezing cold...

…she felt warm.

Lori poked her head in Lisa's room. Only Lily was present, peacefully sleeping; Lisa was nowhere to be found.

In a family of 13, finding one specific person was not always as easy as it should be. Lori would have to ask around if she wanted to locate the little scientist.

Directly across Lisa's room was the twin's room, but Lori refused to enter. Lola was on her homeschool schedule, and was likely sleeping in. She was a biter, and it was not wise to disturb her while she was trying to get her "beauty sleep". The next closest room was Lynn's and Lucy's, so Lori made her way to it.

Lynn wasn't present, but Lucy sat on her bed with her nose deep in a book.

"Hey, Luce. What cya' reading?"

"The Stand. Stephen King. I'm at a part where a guy is getting crucified. It's wicked."

Riiiiight. Whatever, Spooky.

"Have you seen Lisa?"

Lucy nodded. "I think she went to the basement. Said something about her weather machine acting up."

"Got it. Thanks."

Lori only half expected to find Lisa in the basement, but much to her delight, she was actually there. Like Lucy said, she was busy tinkering away at her weather machine. The teen usually made an effort not to disrupt her siblings while they were busy. After all, she knew firsthand what it was like to be interrupted while trying to talk on the phone or read a magazine. Wasn't fun.

An exception had to be made, though. Lori was dealing with a serious issue, one that affected the entire family. Whatever Lisa was doing could come later.

"Hey, Lis. Got a minute?"

Without even looking back, Lisa shook her head. "Can it wait? I'm kind of in the middle of something and—"

"No, it can't wait. This is important.".

A moment of silence. Sighing, Lisa eventually reluctantly turned around. "What?"

Lori took a deep breath. "Well, hypothetically speaking, of course…" Her cheeks turned a light shade of red. "How… bad would it be if… if a brother and sister w-were together?"

"Together? As in…?"

Lori bit her tongue.

"Are you referring to sexual congress?"

She nodded.

"Oh, dear. It can lead to a whole multitude of problems. For one, any family dynamic would be changed drastically for the worse. How do you think any parent would react if they found out that two of their own children were engaged in sexual acts with one another?"

Lori didn't answer. She didn't need to.

"Secondly, there's the matter of deformed children. If protection isn't used, there's a high chance of defective offspring. Of course, it's not guaranteed, but… inbreeding… does greatly increase the risk. Siblings share too much of the same DNA."

There was a silence. Lisa did not beat around the bush. Discussing typically embarrassing topics were no different to her than talking about anything else. She may be only four, but she had the mind of a no-nonsense forty-year-old scientist.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just… curious."

Lisa frowned. "Lori, you said that your question couldn't wait. You made me cease my repairs of my weather machine. I do believe that I'm at least owed an explanation."

Lori thought about it. "Soon," she eventually said. "Not… not now. I need to talk to Mom and Dad."

Lisa raised her eyebrow. "If that's the way it must be, then fine. Still... I think I have a pretty good idea of what's going on."

Without responding, turned around and nearly ran back upstairs. She found her parents in the living room.

Now or never, she thought while unconsciously curling her toes.

Lincoln quietly opened the door and slipped out of the bathroom. If he was lucky, the hallway would be empty—

"Hi, Linky!"

Leni flashed a wide smile and put her hands to her hips. Lincoln took special note of how her breasts jiggled.

She frowned. "I thought Luna was in the bathroom? Were you in there… too?"

"Don't worry about it, Leni." Lincoln grinned. "Hey, you look like you've had a hard day."

Leni nodded again, causing her firm breasts to jiggle once more. Lincoln was already regaining his hardon. "Yeah! When I was walking home from school, I saw this totes cute rock. It had this weird indent on it, and I knew that Lana would just love to have it for her collection. It was pretty heavy, though! It took me an extra 20 minutes to lug it all the way back here." She paused, rubbing her back. "Now, I'm all sore."

Lincoln's grin widened. "Would you like me to give you a special Lincoln Loud back massage? You sound like you can really use one."

Her face brightened. "Yeah! You're so thoughtful, Linky."

They began to walk; Lincoln followed Leni to her room. As he passed the staircase, he looked down into the living room. Lori was saying something to both of the Loud parents. She was turned away from Lincoln, so he couldn't see her face, but the white-haired boy was able to see the expressions of his mother and father. They looked deeply troubled, almost more so than he had ever seen them.

Damn, he thought. What the hell is Lori talking to them about?

Whatever it was, it'd have to wait. Right now, Lincoln was about to give Leni a "massage."

Back down in the living room, Rita began to cry.