Chapter 6: Viewing Pleasures and Personal Ultimatums
Saturday, October 26, 2019
9:07 AM
After the dinner fiasco, the remaining sisters buckled down in finishing their respective meals, Leni, Lucy and Lynn still talking to one another jovially…after Lynn cleaned her mayonnaise-splattered face of course and everyone's faces cooled down. However, Luna and Luan remained extremely quiet and reserved the entire time to one another. In addition, they did very little socializing with the others, keeping somewhat to themselves and bottled for the remaining time at the dining table, only about five or six minutes after Lincoln took off.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE DID THAT! AFTER WHAT I FUCKING DID FOR HER LAST NIGHT AND THIS MORNING! FUCKING RECKLESS!"Luan blared in her head, internally boiling over as she shot an occasional dagger in Luna's direction, Luna now feeling mixed and guilty for not telling Luan what was up.
The few times their faces met, Luan gave a minor scowl and angry look towards Luna, Luna trying to brush it off, but tinged by the daggers being thrown her direction, getting a deep feel that Luan was now severely losing trust in Luna's ability to control herself. Luan felt entirely hypocritical in doing this to Luna, but felt Luna was in serious jeopardy of blowing her secret with inadvertently advertising her love and attraction for Lincoln in such a seriously messed-up fashion.
Luna couldn't blame her though. Without knowing the extra variable in the situation, Luan was completely in the right to be pissed off at Luna for acting so flirty, subtly yes but completely wide out in the open, especially towards Lincoln. Luna feared Luan would begin keeping closer tabs on her, more than within her right to doubt Luna's psychological integrity.
"….crap. If I wanna be able to hang out with Lincoln, I…I gotta come clean… let her know about him…us. Otherwise she's gonna be on my tail twenty-four/seven. I sure hope as hell she's gonna be okay with it…and not rat us out. But…what if-"
Luna's gut dropped at the thought that Luan would tell their parents, and by extension the other sisters. Though Luan has kept to her word and is still Luna's closest sister, how long would this stick? Luan's willful discretion seemed like it was on the proviso condition that this was strictly a personal affair and dilemma for Luna…and only Luna. If Lincoln was known by Luan to be…roped…involved with Luna, well beyond the confines of an acceptable, traditional sibling relationship…not to mention the fact that Luna was technically an adult, and if found-out or caught, could get into serious trouble, not even counting the public shaming and potential for familial degradation…Luna tried to ignore that thought, as Rick Sanchez would put it so elegantly, "…don't think about it."
Either way though, she'd be walking a tight rope for a very, very long time, as would Lincoln…and he'd be only fourteen years old to boot…fifteen sometime in December, and that didn't make it any more legal.
"GOD DAMN YOU, YOU BLOODY PUSS-SUCKING FUCKING RAMAFICATIONS AND CONSEQUENCES!" Luna blared in her head to herself while Luan did her own internal blaring towards her older sister.
Then another thought passed Luna's mind as she collected hers and everyone else's dishes to wash…dishwashing being a new activity she found oddly relaxing and soothing, attempting to take the task off of Luan, Lynn and Lucy's shoulders to relax for herself. Everyone else cleaned up their respective spots at the table and headed for their own bed prep time.
"Maybe…she wouldn't believe me…maybe…Lincoln should tell her, either with me there or just him and Luan…maybe this'll have to happen too…god this is gonna be frickin awkward!"
As Luna was putting the wet dishes on the counter in preparation to be dried when all the dishes were cleaned, she was covertly joined to the side by Luan, slipping in to Luna's right periphery outside her vision, Luna not noticing. Luan just watched Luna's relaxed yet concentrated focus on getting the particulates and grime off the plates…and the huge amount of plastered mayonnaise from Lynn's plate. Luna blushed when she washed this plate, as did Luan subtly, remembering full well that this was one hell of a discovery Lynn unintentionally demonstrated.
"Dude….how the hell could Lynn shove that hotdog down like it was nothing? I wish I could do that," Luna mused to herself, Luan overhearing.
"…me too," Luan said to herself silently, grabbing a kitchen hand towel and silently drying the plates and plastic glasses now clean but wet still.
"Geez….that…was actually kinda cool to watch," Luna thought internally.
"Geez….that…was actually kinda hot to watch," Luan thought in conjuction, a tinge of shame dogging her now. She'd chalk that to the back of her mind and focus on the task at hand.
Luan adjusted her mood and scooted a bit closer, trying to catch Luna's attention. Inch by inch until their hips couldn't get closer within the last inch, Luan decided to quickly bump her hip into Luna's hip, making a coughing sound in the process. Luna looked in surprise to see her jokester sister…with a nervous, small but inquiring smile.
"Dishes the life, get it Luna?" Luan tried breaking the ice with a Lisa-like lisp, Luna smiling slightly as she gave a soft chuckle.
"Soap-en your heart to the bubbly side of you," Luan punned again with more giggle in her tone, grabbing the dish soap bottle and squirting some on Luna's right hand, getting a playful look from Luna as bubbles danced around both of them.
"I could you know, all thanks to Lana," Luna said lowly yet jovially, grabbing the kitchen sink's pull-out handle faucet and waiving it towards Luan's direction.
"You wouldn't."
"Try me jokester."
"You're bluffing rocker girl."
And like that, Luna gave Luan a quick hot water squirt right in Luan's face. Luan gave a cocked smile to Luna, the latter now busting at the site. Then both laughed over the kitchen sink area, releasing a bit of build-up tension between them, mostly Luan's buildup.
"So…Luan….what's up?" Luna said with a slightly authentic but partly put-on voice.
"Yeah…I…I wanna apologize for fuming at you like that Luna…throwing those looks at you for the latter part of dinner; I just don't wanna see anything happen to you."
Luna suddenly grabbed Luan's left hand and giving it a tight squeeze.
"You're totally in the right to get pissed off at me, so…apology accepted Luan…and I need to apologize for something. I'm….sorry I lost some of my control back there at dinner….what with the milk and hotdog."
"Luna, it's…I don't understand fully why you did those things, especially in front of Lincoln of all people."
"I…I know."
"But…why would you do that Luna?"
"I…I don't know…it's like….biology or…."
"That was more than biology Luna; that was like some kind of sexual selection stuff going on, what you seemed to be putting on. Were you putting on some kind of air, or were those legitimate major slip-ups?"
"Well…can we talk about this in our bedroom…locked?"
"Uh…..yeah….sure, good idea Luna. Can't quite tell when, where and if the eyes have walls and ears."
"Luan, I promise to spill myself for you."
"Now…when you mean "spill myself"…"
"Oh stop it!" Luna lightly punched Luan's shoulder, Luan giving a nurturing hug to Luan, looking up into her light ocean-blue eyes, Luna looking into Luan's green serpentinite eyes.
With the minor cleaning and brushing up done, the coming sleep slowly but surely began to gradually sneak up on them and every one of the still rustling siblings.
Luan however stuck annoyingly close to Luna since the kitchen, even both brushing their teeth at the same time, Luna not saying a thing, for fear of setting off a possibly volatile and moody Luan, who to Luna's best judgment, was just putting on a really good show.
"I sure hope the kitchen was the real Luan…and not that scary looking manifestation of my sister…oozing daggers at me like a Black Sabboth tune."
9:29PM
Luan and Luna went into their rooms and de-clothed, finding their respective night clothing, Luna a purple-black long shirt with a picture of David Bowie's Labyrinth character, Luan wearing a variation of her yellow-plaid pajama set, one that matched Luan's favorite white bunny slippers. As Luna was about to climb up her bunk upwards, Luan pulled on her right corner shirt, Luna turning back and seeing a minor head-shake coming from Luan.
"We gotta finish up our talk," Luan said with nurture and concern in her face. Luna weakly smiled, nodded and came back down, curling into the covers with Luan. A thought quickly crossed her mind before Luan began.
"….shit! I should of probably washed Luan's bed sheets earlier…this whole space right here is ground zero for…that…from earlier," Luna thought, trying to fight back the coming onslaught of a huge blush. Now it only popped up marginally, but Luan took notice to Luna looking over Luan's bunk bed space with far more investment than anyone generally should, especially one who'd seem more concerned about the discussion topic at hand. She also noticed Luna sensually rub the parts of Luan's bed with her hands, Luna releasing a wickedly wily growl.
"….LUNA!?"
"….WHA-!? Wh….what!?"
"Luna! You're freaking me out girl….what's up?"
"Oh….nothing! So….the kitchen…."
"Yeah…the kitchen. So…what happened?"
"Well…Luan, it's like this. So-"
Suddenly a knock came from their door. Luan spun up fast and walked towards it, her and Luna wondering who it was.
"Hold up a sec," Luan asked Luna as she opened up their door; it was Lincoln, prepped for bed in his khaki shorts and a new shirt, a class orange t shirt.
"Oh, hi Lincoln, what's up?" Luan asked chipper as Luna leaned over the covers and gave a faint sensual wave to Lincoln.
"Hi guys! Do…do you two have a second by chance?"
"Actually Lincoln, we were about to have some girl time, so-"
"Luan?" Luna asked.
"Uhh, yeah Luna?"
"I…I think Lincoln needs to be here for this."
"What are you talking about Luna?" Luan asked extremely nervously, trying to get Luna to ixnay her assertion with a quick negatory hand-motion.
"Are…you two talking about the dining room thing from earlier?" Lincoln asked looking innocently towards Luan, Luan trying to show little emotion even though it was plain as day she freaked out, Luna in the bunk bed blushing now.
"DINING ROOM!? THING!? I…I have no idea what you're talking about," Luan exasperatedly lied, Lincoln's soft eyes piercing right through her veil.
"Luan? Give it up. It's cool….he….he knows," Luna weakly called out.
"Knows what?" Luan asked in a choked whisper.
"….everything."
Luan's face went white when she heard Luna say that. Her lungs failed momentarily before restarting. Lincoln looked like he had a guilty face, before he slowly came in the room and closed the door, locking it behind him and directing the catatonic Luan to her part of the bunk bed, Luna scooting down to the foot of the bunk bed to internally ruminate, and Lincoln taking a seat on the bean bag chair.
"….I KNEW IT! I KNEW I FUCKED UP! I DIDN'T GET HOME IN TIME! GOD DAMN IT. GOD DAMN FUCKING TRUMP AND PUBLIC TRANSPORTATION! MOTHERFUCKERS!AAHAHAHAHAHAHAH FUCK!"
Luan stared into oblivion, breathing slowly yet in control, letting the tsunami of self-anger, other thoughts and feelings settle down to recapture her focus and mind. She refocused her attention to trying to determine how this happened…how Luna yielded this gigantic secret to Lincoln….and most of all, how or why he seemed to be taking it so well.
"…Lincoln?"
"Yeah Luan," Lincoln asked nervously.
"How much of….everything…did Luna tell you?"
"I know how…she feels about me," Lincoln said lowly, looking over to Luna with a smile, Luan astounded at Lincoln doing this.
"Could…could you elaborate Lincoln?" Luan asked, wanting to make sure she was entirely sure they were all on the same picture.
"Luan, I know….I know that Luna loves me, and I don't mean just regular love….I know she love-loves me."
"Yeah…it's true….he does know," Luna added softly, Luan's face now entirely blank and lifeless.
"And….you're okay knowing this Lincoln?" Luan asked with extreme trepidation.
"Well, yeah, but it's a bit more complicated," Lincoln tact on.
"Yeah…really complicated," Luna added to Lincoln's assertion.
"I can imagine it to be really complicated…I was there for the revelation," Luan said, giving Luna a conservative smile as she grabbed Luna's hand encouragingly, "…but, what do you mean by more complicated?"
Lincoln sat in the bean bag chair silently, looking up, trying to figure out how to tell Luan this…what was going on between him and Luna…either way, this was not going to be an easy or fun conversation.
"….Lincoln?"
"Luan…it's like this….and I'm gonna level with you….I…I…I've felt the same way about Luna as well for a while too."
Luan's face didn't react. Luan didn't react. She just sat there, and sat there, and sat there and sat some more, not moving at all, as motionless as a statute not blinking, nor giving any signs of life. She suddenly coughed, perturbing her stoic presence.
"Could…you repeat that again Lincoln? I don't think I heard you right."
"I'm pretty sure you did Luan," Luna said in response. Lincoln got off the bean bag chair and sat next to Luan, putting his hand next to hers, Luan's cheek turning so subtly red.
"It's okay Luna. Luan? I…love Luna…more than just as a sibling…we both fell for each other."
Luan suddenly fainted, rolling forwards onto the ground, Lincoln rocketing off just in time to catch her.
"LUAN!" Luna shrieked, running over to help Lincoln support her.
"Well…she's not angry at least," Lincoln said with a nervous smile.
"…this was probably the least worst of all possible reactions too," Luna added, Luna now trying to wake her up by rubbing her shoulders. Luan weakly opened her eyes, rubbing her fists against them before realizing she was laying against Lincoln while Luna pawed at her. She gasped momentarily, before controlling her nerves, Lincoln letting her get up on her own and stand up. Luan sighed heavily, trying to drum up a thought for her own.
"So…you two…are….in love…with one another?" Luan asked, back turned to them, her body trembling and utterly confused, mixed and muddled by this new revelation.
"Lincoln's in love with Luna too….this is one hell of a horse-pill to swallow," she thought to herself. "Although…I can kinda get how that might have come about."
"Y…yeah Luan…we do," Lincoln replied.
"Luan…I'm sorry you're finding out like this," Luna said, a wet ripple like she was about to cry. Lincoln grabbed her hand reassuringly. Luan breathed heavily in and out for a few more seconds, before she turned around, now a small smile plastered on her face. She walked over to Lincoln and Luna and grasped both of them in a big hug, fighting back tears that for some reason seemed to be forming.
"I'm…I'm glad you both are being honest with me. That…that's what I'm most grateful for," Luan said, a small tear going down her face as Luna began crying with a small smile on her face, Lincoln's face weakened but still strong.
"Are…are you okay with this Luan?" Lincoln asked hesitantly.
"Well….I love you both, and I want you two to be happy….and even if this means you both love each other more than what society says is okay….I'll…I'll still love and support you," Luan added on in a nurturing tone, holding onto Luna and Lincoln in a tighter grip.
"You…you mean that sis?" Luna weakly called out.
"Of course….I do want to talk to you more about this, cause this really…really seems sudden."
"Yeah…we know," Luna replied, Lincoln nodding in concurrence.
"Luna? I know a bit about how you came to this conclusion, but….Lincoln, could you specify how you got to…this?"
"…of course Luan," Lincoln said with a small smile.
For the next twenty or so minutes, Lincoln articulated to both Luan and Luna what things in his life shaped him towards this direction, the things, little or big, that got him subconsciously liking Luna more than he should have…how last night affected him, much like the timer on an already ticking atomic bomb….how he made his late night excursion on the streets to face his own demons, something Luna didn't even hear yet. Both sisters cried when they heard Lincoln's self-realization tale, Lincoln leaving out all the more forbidden details of his experiences….he'd tell Luna those later. Finally, both Lincoln and Luna told Luan what had transpired between them earlier that afternoon, Luna's musical journey…Lincoln seeing her on that self-recovering musical journey, their discovery of one another, their tumultuous torments….their mutual revelations…with of course, the giant omission of them releasing their tensions all over the bunk bed they were all sitting on right now…this would be their secret.
Luan gave a giggly cry at the end of Lincoln and Luna's talk, now getting the context for their dinner, how they seemed so at peace and glowing when she found them under the blanket on the couch from her own nightmarish trip home…why Luna seemed much more radiant like her usual self.
"I…I wondered why you were in such good spirits when I got home Luna."
"Well…if you thought something did go down between us when you were on your way home…you were right. I just…we just…kept it to ourselves…and I'm sorry we…I didn't tell you what was up."
"I never did specifically ask what happened between you two," Luan replied, "I…just wanted to make sure things were good between you and Lincoln. I guess…now…"
"Now," Luna added, "things…couldn't be better. So, you're cool with this Luan? Really?"
"Yeah…I'm…I'm cool with it. Just try to keep a low profile. And you gotta be real….and I'm mean, REAL discrete. Only us three; no one else. You realize if anyone else got wind of this…what might happen," Luan implied, Luna and Lincoln both nodding nervously, yet there was hope in their nods and looks at one another.
"This…this is what I want to do…what I have to do now," Luan thought to herself, seeing both Lincoln and Luna bask in each other's company. "This needs to work out for them. It's got to…I have to protect them…I have to protect them from…everything. I gotta do this…for them….for me."
"Luan?" Lincoln asked in marginal concern, seeing Luan locked in deep thought.
"Oh…sorry bro, had a thought cross my mind. So…you two are I guess…an item….going out now?"
"Well actually…we wanna take this really slow," Luna said. "We have no idea what we're doing. We figured it probably be best if we just hung out like we always did before…and do occasional things."
"That way we don't have any extra stresses and tidbits to worry about," Lincoln continued.
"Although…." Luna trailed off.
"Although what Luna?" Luan asked.
"I…sorta asked Lincoln out on Halloween night."
"It's a school night, but I think it'd work out," Lincoln said.
"So…technically….this would be your first…date?" Luan asked with some reservation as she saw Lincoln and Luna blush heavily as they looked in opposite directions from one another.
"Wow…so…are you two doing the whole…boyfriend-girlfriend thing?"
"Nah….we don't need to be doing that yet. We just realized how we feel for each other…and we're still kinda coming to terms with it," Luna said.
"With you, I don't know," Lincoln said to Luna.
"What's that suppose to mean bro?"
"The way you were flirting with me at dinner…I think you've come to terms with that," Lincoln said with a smirk, Luna giving him a gentle punch in the shoulder.
"Says the guy who ate out a slice of turkey meat."
"WHAT!?" Luan asked in surprise.
"You saw me doing my things Luan, but Lincoln here was battling out with me who'd be better at it…I just happened to won the battle…with a splash!"
Lincoln's nose bled out while Luan blushed, Luna giving a triumphant grin.
"It still affects him," Luna gloated.
"I…can see," Luan said with her mouth covered, trying not to show an obvious smile. She coughed into her fists to try and regain her composure, Lincoln quickly grabbing a Kleenex and wiping his nose.
"Still…you both gotta be careful. I'm not always gonna be here, so you two have to be on constant watch. And we gotta go over a couple things to make sure you two can actually have this kinda relationship."
"What were you thinking sis?"
"Well….since you're blood relatives…promise me-"
"Don't worry Luan…bro ain't gonna be penetrating me," Luna said so nonchalantly, Lincoln rolling backwards in shock, going white as another round of blood shot out of his nose, Luan looking at Luna mortified. Luna just shook her head, saying, "…shit…phrasing. What I meant was…he and I aren't going to be doing anything too…what's the best word….serious?"
"….sexual?" Luan lowly said, Lincoln's eyes going white.
"What? That's really the only word that gets to the degree of amorousness who two gotta watch out for."
"Ye…yeah…Luan…we're gonna stay clear of that for a while…Luna and me."
"Well that's good. But…just letting you know…Luna's flower is still intact," Luan said with a giggle, Luna rocketing upwards from Luan saying that, bumping her head hard against the woody base of her bunk, Lincoln doing another round of blood-gushing from his nose.
"Ow…LUAN!?"
"What? Sis, since you two are an item now, he should know…and I'm guessing you're a virgin still to, right Lincoln?"
Lincoln wiped his shirt, his neck and chest area now coated in his blood, and then nodded in confirmation.
"Now I gotta clean this shirt….dang it. I'm gonna run out of clothing by morning at this rate."
"Yo bro…I'll lend you my Bowie shirt if you like," Luna said seductively and unconsciously, tugging the parts of her long shirt around her abdomen up, showing her trimmed waistline and belly button while giving Lincoln a wink with heavy eyes. Luan just watched on in awe…feeling things…even more troubled and confusing things rocket across her consciousness.
"You see this Luan? This is what I gotta put up with for now on!?" Lincoln huffed out loudly yet comically towards Luan, before sneaking a quick wink at Luna.
"It's good Luna…I still got two shirts left…and tomorrow is laundry day."
"Dang Luna…I never knew you were this flirty…and Lincoln…this is probably gonna be your new norm, so you're gonna have to get use to it…you should buy yourself some nose gauze."
"You might be right," Lincoln said.
"Well, since we're telling these kind of secrets…Luan is still a delicate flower," Luna remarked with a big "Gotcha" grin, Luan's face morphing into expected surprise, Lincoln just grabbing the bridge of his nose.
"OKAY! I GET IT! WE'RE VIRGINS! Geez you two! I don't need to know every single little delicate detail about you…dang….just….dang."
"Sorry Lincoln…just food for thought….but, just...try to keep the crazy stuff to a minimum you two, for your sakes...and take your time."
"I still can't believe it," Lincoln said heavily yet happily,"...I can't believe you're taking this so...well, so admirably."
"What can I say; it takes a lot to knock this comedian off her feet," Luan said with a big smile.
"Just one more thing though Luan."
"What's that Lincoln?"
"Your...cameras...are you gonna keep them off, or decrease the frequency of records you do on those?"
"Don't worry about those you two. I already promised to cut the number of house recordings down to the bare minimum for Luna. I just left two on, one facing myself when I sleep, and another in the living room...I think...dang it, I'm not sure, but I'll recheck my recoding files and switch off any more things. I'm gonna start using my came cellphone's audio recorder to record my jokes instead of using footage; I've got a ton of material accumulated from you and the others from the last month, so I should be good."
"I'm super looking forward to your next act on us Luan," Luna said with a big goofy grin. Lincoln smiled as well...until he thought about Luan's camera-placement articulations.
"Uhh...Luan...did you say you still...have a camera recording your spot in the bunk bed?"
"Yeah...I told Luna too. Why do you ask?"
Suddenly both Luna and Lincoln's faces blushed in pure mortified embarrassment. Luna face-palmed.
"...ah shit! Luan...sis...you might wanna delete your recordings from around noon...just before you got home."
"Uhh...okay...why? Wait, you're both blushing...did you -" Luan trailed off, thinking internally while looking up at the ceiling...before it hit her out of nowhere.
"...I...I thought you two looked like you were glowing," Luan hesitantly said as Luna and Lincoln looked away in pure embarrassment.
"Don't worry you two...I'll...I'll delete...whatever that was...no penetration, right Luna?"
"Right sis," Luna replied, Lincoln fainting backwards onto the bunk bed.
"...I think you're gonna have a lot of fun with this Luna," Luan said with a smirk, Luna replying in kind.
"I have been."
"But seriously you two, I mean it. I can't stress this enough. You have to be careful...you know the ramifications," Luan said pleadingly with a stressed concern draped in her voice.
"We know sis," Luna said, reaching and grabbing Luan in a hug, Lincoln joining in.
"We can never thank you enough for what you're doing for us Luan," Lincoln said sweetly.
"I...I don't want anything to happen to you two," Luan sniveled, catching herself about to tear up.
"Pinkie-promise me?" Luan asked with both pinkies out.
"Pinkie-promise," Luna and Lincoln said in unison.
"Thank you...I...I love you both," Luan whimpered out in a smile.
"We love you too Luan," Luna and Lincoln said, both in unison again.
"One more big hug before bed?" Luna asked, all three holding onto each other in one big tight squeezing hug, Lincoln inching high a bit to not be crushed by their busts.
"We...she should hit the sack," Luan said, before reaching under her part of the bunk bed and pulling out a random yellow sack, sparingly hitting it.
"...get it?"
Lincoln and Luna now gave slight huffed giggles at the big grin Luan permeated towards them.. Then, Lincoln and Luna looked at each other rather awkwardly, wanting to say goodnight, but unsure of how to go about it...especially with Luan sitting there and watching.
"It's...okay...I don't mind if you wanna...you know?"
"What...tongue?" Luna asked with a devilish grin while sticking her abnormally long tongue out and whipping it sporadically at Lincoln as he face-palmed, Luan chuckling nervously at this while blushing.
"I meant...as kiss. I'm cool if you do that in front of me...just make sure no one else is around."
"Ah...cool," Lincoln weakly said.
"Ye...yeah...cool," Luna said too, both him and her looking blankly at one another as their faces flushed, their heads getting closer inch by inch, until their lips awkwardly met in a quick hard press. Luan couldn't help but let out a quick whimsical shriek of excitement. Luna and Lincoln looked back to Luan quickly with embarrassed expressions.
"...what? You two are cute together...I'd ship you," Luan said with a goofy wide grin.
"I bet you would," Luna said with a flustered grin, before giving Lincoln a regular kiss on the cheek.
"Goodnight bro, I'll see you in the morning."
"Goodnight Luna."
Lincoln started heading out before Luan called him out.
"Aren't you forgetting something?"
"Oh...goodnight Luan."
"Not that...but thank you. Aren't you gonna tell Luna something?"
"Oh...OH...um...in front of you?"
"Like I said, I don't mind...just keep the lovey-dovey stuff to a minimum around me."
"O...okay. Goodnight Luna...love you."
"Love you to Lincoln," Luna replied back with a soothing coo.
And like that, Lincoln closed the door and left. Luan quickly got up and locked it behind him. Luan faced the door for several long seconds, remaining silent, Luna not able to see Luan's face.
"So….yeah….that's what I was going to talk about…just without Lincoln, though I think him being here means that I was gonna be upfront…just in case," Luna finished, trailing off and staring at the still form that was Luan, back turned away and still facing the door. Luna suddenly heard some choked quivering from Luan…followed by a snivel.
"I'm…really sorry for that truth bomb sis," Luna said heavily but with reserved composure and confidence. Luan gave one light little whimper.
"….Luan?"
Luan suddenly shook her head and violently turned around, a big goofy overzealous smile planted on her face as she walked over fast to Luna, Luna now slightly taken back from this out-of-nowhere mood and jovial characterization that was her sister looking unusually giddy.
"Oh my god Luna! We have so much planning to get done! I gotta make sure you two will have an awesome, uninterrupted date…make sure everyone, and I mean…everyone else is occupied doing something or other. The costumes…Leni can help with those, I'm thinking-"
"Luan?"
"-something along the lines of a combo-deal; you and Lincoln could go as a duo, like
Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy, Abbott and Costello, Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck, Gene Wilder and Richard Pryor…though one of you would have to do blackface, and that'd be really awkward so that might not work…maybe something more mainstream or rock music rel-"
"….Luan?"
"-ated. OH, maybe you could be half of the Beatles! You be John Lennon, Lincoln could be Paul McCartney. Or there's the classic Sonny and Cher, but for Halloween, maybe something more comic book would do his fancy, maybe like Ace Savvy and you be a villain, or, OH, you could both go as superheroes, like you be the Catwoman to his Batman, or-"
"LUAN!" Luna shouted over to a distracted and babbling Luan. Luan stopped midway with a shocked expression.
"…sorry Luan. Can…can we do this figuring stuff out later? I'm tired and need to hit the hey."
"Uhm…o…okay Luna. I'm sorry about that. I just wanna help you and Lincoln out," Luan said solemnly.
"And I love how you are going to help me plan this…but let's do this in the morning, okay?"
"Al…alright Luna. Tomorrow morning we plan and set. I'm gonna make sure you and Lincoln have an awesome time on Halloween. That's a promise."
"Thank you Luan," Luna said, giving Luan one last big tight hug, Luan embracing, now for some reason her body feeling far more…tender and prone to touch, her boobs and nipples especially as they brushed up against Luna's bust. Luan let out a soft, subtle coo of arousal, before catching herself midway, pulling back down and heading towards her comforters. Luna began climbing up the bunk bed before stopping midway, flipping her lower body upwards while dangling her head and chest over the side. Luan looked up. For some reason…maybe it was the Luna's freckles…she saw Lincoln look down onto her with a sweet, sensual expression. Luan choked momentarily, her sights seeing a soft smiling Luna looking down onto her. Luna reached her arm down and gently bopped her finger on Luan's nose, Luna revealing Luan's small red clown nose, putting it right on Luan's delicate small nose.
"Goodnight my favorite clown sister. Love you funny girl," Luna said warmly as she rolled over. Luan clapped her hands, the lights going down.
"Goodnight…my favorite sister," Luan said weakly, her body getting slightly faint when thinking about the next utterance.
"I….I love you rocker girl," Luan said quietly as she heard Luna breathing lightly, now out in her own little dreamscape world. Luan rustled and looked over to their locked door.
"Goodnight…my favorite man…I…I love you….Lincoln."
Luan forced her eyes closed. Trying so desperately hard to fall asleep while Luna was spelling Z's in her sleep, Luan tried counting sheep, making jokes and puns with sheep, or just tried to dream up a comedy situation to let her drift.
"….shit. Nothing's working. What time is it anyways?"
Luan looked over to the clock.
"10:26 PM? Damn it…I just slept half the day away too…so I'm probably gonna be up for hours," Luan dreaded. She closed her eyes and drummed up some acts and puns, trying to distract her mind from these weird feelings she's been having recently…especially since Lincoln and Luna's Godzilla-sized reveal.
"…I knew everything was not…like I was expecting it to be when I got home," Luan thought sporadically, all her comedy and pun material dissipating to the back of her subconscious.
"Everything seemed too good to be true…that nothing happened to them while I was delayed by everything conceivable. Boy howdy was I wrong…was I ever super fucking wrong…not only did Luna spill the beans…but it turns out Lincoln also feels…that way towards Luna. Maybe…maybe this really is a good thing. I mean…Luna seems like she's back to herself…and Lincoln's not all lethargic looking now. They really do glow when they're with each other…or I'd venture a guess…just thinking of each other…just…each…other…."Luan trailed off.
Luan thought how they'd be on this dangerous new course in their life, how everything would seem like a new cloud-nine experience, how much more their already tight bond would constrict and become even tighter…much more tighter than any siblings in the house…even Luan's to Luna and Lincoln.
"I love those two so much…they're the closest of the closest to me personally…I mean…I love the rest of my family absolutely and unconditionally…but my relationship with Luna and Lincoln…it's always been so tight…and now they're a secret item…I…I hope they don't forget me," Luan whimpered sadly.
Luan suddenly rocketed out of her covers and walked over to her comedy props box. Reaching inside, she found the locked case that was Mr. Coconuts.
She delicately and cautiously pulled the case out.
"I haven't seen you in a long while; Mr. Coconuts…how are you?" Luan asked quietly yet nervously to the box. Suddenly she heard a murmur.
"Hello?" Luan called to the box, shaking it ever so slightly, then tapping is slightly.
"Hey! Quite knockin on wood!" A subtle voice called out. Luan quickly unlatched the case open, showing Mr. Coconuts as he had been for a long time…save for several modifications that were rather striking and…peculiar. His facial features were sanded down to be softer and much more youthful, extra blotches representing freckles were strewn about more randomly than Mr. Coconut actually had to begin with, add to it a new wardrobe consisting of blue jeans and an orange collared shirt. The most dramatic change in appearance was Mr. Coconut's hair, once a kooky orange, painted pure bright white.
"Well….don't just stand there like a dummy…say hi you demented comedian," Mr. Coconut seemed to whisper out of nowhere, Luan taking a nervous step forwards to the inside of the box.
"Uh…hi Mr. Coconuts…I'm glad to see you."
"…feeling's not mutual kid…not ever since you changed my look several months ago…just so I would look like him," the Mr. Coconut voice replied back in bitter sentiments. "You still in that freaky craze? I'd like to work with ya again kid…went you ain't violating the laws of providence, if ya get my meaning?"
"Mr. Coconuts…I…I'm sorry. I… don't know what to do…what I am anymore. I got all these feelings…strange feelings that are not appropriate or good at all."
"Well, I may have been in that smelly dark box for a good three months, but I can tell you're still in that craze…and…by the way you look at your bunk bed and those sounds from earlier…Christ kid, even your sister? I ain't a shrink kid…and I want no part of this Appalachian punch line, so unless you plan on redoing my look again…which….judging by the look in your face, you ain't, I rather go back in that box at the bottom of your second-rate banana act props. Please do that, you warped, incestuous tragedy."
"…Mr. Coconuts….please….I…need help…I-"
"Yeah well, I needed help from you changing me and…using me like you did you fucked up little thing! But we don't always get what we want, do we Ms. Loud…and now your older sister's got the prize you were too chicken-shit to go after!"
"Mr. Coconuts, that's not fair!"
"Your fantasies you kept on the backburner…your lusts and fucked up sibling feelings…how the hell does anyone in their right mind think that? I ask you? You are messed up Luan, and it's only gonna get progressively worse with time from here on out now that those two fuck-ups are an ungodly union. Mark my words kid! You shoulda listened to me!"
"Please….please Mr. Coconuts….please fix this…fix me," Luan asked pathetically and pleasingly to the dummy still sitting inside the box.
"Just face the fact comedy-girl; you're gonna get left behind…they'll move in together…eat together…sleep together…maybe even do things that would put you over the edge of ya arousal. But, I digress; Luan Loud, you are a fucked of person, you have fucked up siblings, and until you're no longer sick like that purple-orange abomination you call you sister and brother, you and I are on a break…period!"
"…Mr. Coconu-"
"Now...PUT ME BACK IN THAT BOX! I AIN'T GONNA GET FONDLED BY SOME GIRL WHO THINKS THEY'RE BEING FONDLED BY THEIR YOUNGER BROTHER!"
Luan begrudgingly re-closed the box Mr. Coconuts was placed into, putting it towards the bottom of Luan's endless-like prop container. She whimpered and curled next to the box, thinking in a realization that she was the only one besides Luna in their room. No one was producing Mr. Coconut's voice….no one…but Luan Loud.
"I…just had an external monologue with a dummy," Luan said with a stressed huff.
Luan gently plopped numerous other props and other random objects, trying to pack it down tight and cumbersome so she would not likely seek its advice again.
"Why did I even try to talk to Mr. Coconuts…he just makes me feel worse than I already am…and he's right…which technically means…I'm right."
Luan silently paced the room for several minutes…before deciding to just randomly surf the web. She grabbed her laptop, sat back in her bunk all snug and cozy as she could physically get, and placed her headphones on.
She tried distracting herself with endless searches on comedians, vaudeville acts of old, and browsing Amazon for more books and audiotapes on comedy routines, comedy theory and other such things. One aimless search led to the next, going book by book, reading the reviews, checking the page numbers, reading the "Look Inside" prologues and forwards…all mindlessly and aimlessly. Luan was doing nothing less than killing time. Then…she stumbled from audio comedy routines in the CD section to rock music, one CD for sale from an old Enlglish rock band Luna fell in love with a year ago, still there. Luan intended on getting her that CD, but thought Luna already bought it. Apparently she never did.
"Hm…I should get her that CD. She'd love it…even though she's already got almost all their songs on her IPod. She loves having those CD's stock-piled…maybe…maybe she'd like the vinyl record version instead to play. Old-school is usually the way to go with Luna!" Luan thought enthusiastically. On a whim, she logged into her account and bought the item for her.
"There…we…go! Arrival in about two weeks give or take…good," Luan whispered triumphantly, now surfing more CD's and vinyl records…until for some reason a random comic popped up in the items search bar.
"Hmmm….Ace Savvy has an original first edition out…at that low of a price? Well I think Lincoln might like that! I think that's the one he has in his room on display, but…why not get a first edition print. He's into that comic book stuff."
Luan double-checked the ordering info and pricing of the comic, along with the product rating review from the facility selling the comic. Ace Savvy wasn't as famous as other comic characters, but it had its following, and Lincoln was one of those few.
"Twelve bucks…not bad for such an old comic. And…here…we…are! Two and a half weeks till arrival. Now both will have a little congratulatory present; they deserve it for going through that onset hellish turmoil. Now…." Luan trailed off, her mind going blank as to what she wanted to search up next.
"Now…what do I want to get?"
She kept thinking and thinking…and the thought suddenly came to her…frightening as it was.
"They…they both said something happened earlier…right here…in my bed…and asked me to delete that footage from around noon," Luan whispered with alarm in her voice.
"I…I know! I'll delete that footage…that's right…delete it…all of it…I just…need to…find it."
And like that, Luan signed out of Amazon, deleted her browsing history so Luna wouldn't get wise to any coming presents, disconnected her connection to the internet, and activated her camera recording equipment files, getting the live footage currently with just Luna and Luan in their beds, zoomed in mostly on Luan looking at her laptop, Luan seeing the insomniac-like light coating Luan's face. Luan then shrunk this screen and checked the other two still active recordings, the bathroom and Lincoln's bedroom. Luan quickly checked the time; 11:13 PM.
"I'm still kinda awake…and this is gonna take at least more than a half hour…alright…Luan, you can do this without…going down the rabbit hole…let's…let's do this…with civility and composure!"
She took several breaths…then…waited for her fingers to do their typing and mousing on the mouse pad in the bottom center of the laptop keyboard. She thought…tepidly, to try and work to those scenes, not wanting to outright see what was up and about so soon on her bed spread. She pawed her left hand unconsciously on the top covers like a cat, then quickly retracted her hand to her side.
"…I need to wash these tomorrow. They still have…." Luan pulled the covers to her face. She sniffed them profusely and in one large wiff.
"…yep. Still there. I need their smell gone. That should keep me under control."
Luan cycled through all the closed files and accessed what she thought would be the easiest file to warm up and mess around with; the bathroom file, pretty tamed since the single camera was angled to a frame where one could not tell what one was doing in there, only heads and part of the upper torso's visible. It did have an awkward angle towards the shower, where someone as tall as Luan or taller could have nearly their whole bust in the shot along with their head, should they forget to close the shower curtain.
"Let's see… around 8:00 am in the morning," Luan muttered while playing a fast-forward version of the footage, one second equal to twenty seconds of motion. Nothing of significance and nothing major to worry about from their parents using the bathroom; they finally had a small one installed in their room, and all it took was half their closet space and the sacrifice of their big dresser for an economy-sized one.
"Thank goodness for that," Luan mused, as she was now at the 8: 30 mark. She saw herself get into the shower and clean off, remembering from nearly fifteen hours ago that strange feeling of cleaning off that viscous fluid down her legs. As she saw herself clean the tops of her exposed chest in camera view, for some damned reason…she got aroused, seeing herself lather and rinse her breasts…her body, her hair…her private areas the most, even though she didn't do anything and they were totally out of the footage…it was the arm and body movements that made her remember that. She remembered really enjoying the hot water course along her body…as Luan could tell from the relaxed grin she had planted on her face while lathering her silky skin and grabbing coconut-scented cleaning products.
"OH MY GOD!" Luan thought in her head with the blare of a bass trombone, "…I'm getting turned on by my own bathroom video…that is some seriously messed up stuff," she thought, unable to not laugh at herself from such a deeply weird and confusing thought.
"Why does the idea of watching myself delicately clean myself turn me on like that? That's just narcissistically fucked up! I'm beyond fucked up! I may as well buy a sex toy and draw a picture of myself on it…god that's royally messed up. Maybe…I could…I dunno.. gel to that?" Luan thought, seeing a possible out from her budding lust for her siblings.
"Maybe…I can save myself and them…by doing myself…to myself….would that work?"
Luan kept watching herself shower. As she did, she tried letting an imagination take her…she tried fantasizing…. about a duplicate of herself bathing in the shower.
As the duplicate Luan lathered most of her body, save for her ass and breasts, she as herself, the main Luan, stepped in the shower too, playfully giggling and bouncing up and down for the other version of her. Then main Luan walked over to the duplicate and fondled her equally large breasts. Both blushed, then the main Luan got closer and brushed up against the duplicate Luan with a bit more force, their breasts now obviously pushing hard and voluptuously into one another, both gifted in having tender touch in those areas. The duplicate Luan looked even more blushed and shy, while the main, blushed as well but having more confidence, gently took her by the chin and pulled her in for a deep heavy kiss as she pulled duplicate Luan's body in closer, forcing both their groins to rub close and hard with one another.
Luan had a big goofy sensual grin plastered on her face.
"Holy heck…that was…actually kind of hot. I never did think before of screwing around with a carbon-copy of myself. Does…does that make me egotistical?" Luan asked herself in concern.
She decided to halt the quick imagination, trying to see how much and how viable this could substitute her other…imaginations and feelings.
Suddenly she looked back at the footage…it was Lincoln who was now showering away.
"HOLY FUCK! HOW DID I….oh….oh…." Luan mumbled, seeing Lincoln not doing anything abnormal or sensual…just showering.
"Oh…uhhh….okay…that's not too bad. He's just," Luan said with a gulp, "….showering."
It didn't help however when he would clean down by his groin and let the shower water drape over his slightly longer than usually hair….Luan thought that looked too hot. Add to the fact that Lincoln's frame, even if cut off by the very tops of his chest, was still clearly in line with being lean, semi-muscular in shape and form…Luan's arousal spiked even harder than when she imagined making out naked with another naked version of herself.
"….dang it. It's close…but just seeing that small amount of Lincoln just…relaxing…cleaning, just in a sort of Zen state…that makes it even better. Before it was just lust to…to just do something, even if it was with myself…but seeing Lincoln just simmer and relax…WHY DOES THAT TURN ME ON MORE?!"
The footage finally dissolved into regular non-activity, skimming now at a much faster rate due to Luan's clumsy stroke. She didn't much care.
"Well…operation "Go fuck yourself for the sake of your family," failed," Luan huffed out disappointedly.
"Oh well…at least I didn't go over the edge…and all I did was blush at Lincoln just showering…maybe I-"
Luan suddenly froze as she realized what was now coming onto screen; Luna, just before 11:00 AM, got in the shower. Luan unconsciously slowed down the footage back to normal, real time, letting the muffled audio actually play out this time.
"Ooohh that feels good. I really needed this. And I never did clean up after that."
Luan froze like a poacher hearing the low growl of a lion right behind him. She focused with ungodly concentration on the musing, exposed form that was Luna, her upper body coated in her trademark freckles, her pixie haircut slightly longer due to being soaked, draping down ever so subtly…Luna's boobs on full exposition since she was taller than Luan, soaring above Lincoln's height.
"Damn…I smell like vanilla ice cream with acid…uhh, but my BO in my armpits is whacked out…stress BO; must have got some throw up on me last night with that acid smell. But wait…vanilla? Really?"
"She…her…stuff…smells like vanilla?" Luan thought in response to Luna's self-odorous observations about her excretions. The BO was obviously stress, the acid from her puking episode…but this vanilla smell she mentioned…this threw her off.
"I…you know…besides all those other smells…I thought Luna smelled like vanilla when I…did that thing to her earlier…it was…a real, real turn on," Luan thought guiltily as she watched in a trance, wanting to turn off and delete the footage as best as she could. But…her primal instincts were advancing in her nerves, taking over her moral compass.
"Maybe…maybe that's what mine smells…and I guess tastes like. Might be from all those pineapple vanilla shakes I've been drinking from Leni. Those thinks are rocking good."
"Huh…might be," Luan thought, trying to recall her personal searches on what a female orgasm would feel, look, and taste like on time when she heard it in a Carlos Mencia joke. That…took her by extreme surprise, considering she made that search when she was twelve years old at the time…and things were awkward with her body ever since, even after her breasts ballooned out through puberty. Luan kept watching in anticipation, seeing Luna brush an arm out of the shot towards her area, her hand returning to her nose to sniff the remnant aroma, before proceeding to put her fingers in her mouth, Luan seeing Luna's huge tongue dance and absorb the minute delicate flavors.
"Oh blimey! Still there, and I do taste like vanilla…really sweet vanilla…that's so bitchin!"
"Holy hell….Luna just tasted herself….I…I was smelling her…woman milk. I…I wanna do that now," Luan said awkwardly, looking down towards her groin…feeling her stomach and body beginning to process arousal and pump blood and energy to be on standby.
"Geez…it was just a brush. Come on you god damn libido! Leave me alone for a bit!"
Luan's whole body rose erect hard, her muscles tensed, her eyes and mind fully one hundred percent focused on the screen, in the same mode as an alligator laying eggs…totally vulnerable and tunnel-visioned. Luna's brush down there must have done something to activate…Luna's urges. Luan felt hers turn on like a light switch.
Luna began prodigiously and feverishly washing herself, and when her soapy arms went towards Luna's posterior, Luna made a rippling shudder that vibrated her whole body as her body arched forwards with an upward curve in Luna's angle. Luna must have been on her toes, because Luan could see the upper part of Luna's cheeks.
"GOD DAMN IT BODY! NOT NOW! I'M TRYING TO FUCKING RELAX!"
The whole scene was really exciting Luan now, wondering what in heck Luna would do next, Luna still trying to force herself in an obviously distressed and unfocused fervor to wash herself only. She even began humming and trying to sing several rock songs, but, as Luan could see and hear from her body language and her tone, she was just not into it; it was just a cover, a distraction from what Luna seemed to want.
Luna's eyes suddenly went wide in mortified shock and arousal…a deadly combo as Luan was quite aware of.
"NO! NOT NOW!"
Luna suddenly slapped herself hard several times. This severely reminded Luan of what she did to herself on account of what she did to Luna that morning. Luan couldn't stomach that for some reason…seeing her own sister slap herself like that with such shame and self-loathing disgust.
"Lu…Luna," Luan weakly said, putting her hand out to the laptop screen wantingly, now inadvertently crying at seeing her sister do that to herself, Luan more than fully able to understand what Luna was going through. Luna then punched herself in the groin. Luan gasped hard, letting out a hard, constricted cry into her arm, tears uncontrollably leaking.
"No….NO LUNA!" Luan muttered harshly before forgetting Luna was just above her less than four feet away sleeping. She just tried tearing up into her palms instead as Luna battled and abused herself in the shower. Then, as Luan despaired, she saw Luna's face give a weak, warped sign of admission, surrendering herself from the uncontrollable primitive biological imperative that took down Luan into the rabbit hole.
"Damn…bloody hell."
"Li…libido won Luna? I..I know what that's like…I can relate," Luan muttered softly, seeing some kind of connection with Luna, more so than the typical connections. Luan could feel Luna's conflicted lust, arousal and affections boiling over in frothy sinful desires…just like Luan's current endeavors.
Then…the most astounding thing Luan has since up to this point in her life…she sees Luna pleasuring herself…softly at first, then sees Luna's face transfix on a point, fixated on something, cause Luna's face contorted from shame to marginal shame, then acceptance, then pure arousal…then complete sexual intoxication with whatever she thought as her tongue stuck out, dangling and wagging from side to side under Luna's scrunched, self-pleasing rocker grin. Luan's whole body felt fluids bubble and shot dynamic preliminary electrical discharges throughout her body, mostly her groin area. Then…..
"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH ROCK ON BLOODY FUCKING DAY! YEAH!"
As Luan saw Luna contort in her personal ecstasy, her episode mostly off screen save for one small stray jet of ejaculate pulsating from Luna into view, Luan felt her body rock hard unto itself as she let out a light squeal, grasping her groin from under her covers as her body made a slight shockwave, rocking her, the whole portion of her part of the bunk bed, and marginally some of Luna's. Still teary-eyed yet grinning a huge grin, her face flushed in complete sweat and red coloration, Luan wrangled her breathing and focus back, trying to narrow back onto the audio.
"Fuck yeah…..I….I needed that….I…feel…good. I…feel…so….guilty though."
"Ye…yeah. That's about…how I feel every time I get those feels and urges too Luna," Luan said softly to the footage Luna.
"Dude…how come I…cum so much every time now…I've never did it like that before, ever."
"Neither did I sis."
"It…it might be because of Lincoln…Jesus that's unbelievably messed up."
Luan's eyes went wide, not because of a lack of surprise…she knew who Luna was thinking about…but is solidly confirmed that Luna was indeed attracted to Lincoln beyond just pure affection and lovey-dovey feelings; there was something animalistic and lustful with Luna's attraction and love of Lincoln…feelings Luan could now more than easily tap and sympathize with…especially with the confirmation and ease of knowing they both know it was unbelievably messed up.
"I…I think I'm done…I can't do this…I mean…what if Lincoln w-"
Then it hit her. Lincoln was a somewhat neutral factor in the footage, save for the afternoon escapades she still had little to no knowledge of. He was sleeping last night, had an nightmare about Luna, and snuck out of the house for a indeterminate length of time. This footage would be a cake-walk for Luan to watch and delete. It should be a cake-walk for Luan to watch and delete.
She trimmed and saved the shower footages of her, Lincoln and Luna, packaging them into one compilation sequence with the audios still left on, then deleted the main footage pieces permanently, then saved them into a back up copy…just like with the footage earlier. Luan would put it under a temporary "Sin" file till she'd upload them to her USB…why she kept doing this she didn't know, knowing full well this was not helping her or keeping her trusted promise to either. As she could best surmise…it was her primal biological imperative at work.
11:31 PM
"This'll be the easiest one to do. I mean, it's just Lincoln sleeping, then waking up with a fright, him going through some motions…and he'll sneak out…out of context this is weird and should be concerning me more that he was on the streets by himself in the middle of the night with virtually no protection, save for that knife Pop-Pop gave him….but I'll leave that thought for another time. I need my mojo back," Luan said triumphantly yet quietly.
"And…at least I won't be getting off to one of my siblings getting off."
Luan activated Lincoln's current live feed, seeing him sleeping away contently and happily.
"Awww….that's so cute…and his hair on his face makes him look so handsome and cute like that…funny how he and I have the only buck teeth in the family," Luan thought, finding that dental detail neat.
She then digitally rewound it back to last night around, to around midnight. Setting the speed at one second equivalent to thirty seconds, it took a while for her to realize nothing was happening for the first hour. She suddenly jumped the time to one second equals one minute…before she saw the blurry footage that was Lincoln animate to life drastically and urgently.
"Dang it…rewind," Luan muttered, going back to approximately 2:18 AM. She saw him animated in his sleep, like he was drinking a shake while his legs shook back and forth like Charles' when he slept.
"Dang…what's bro dreaming of?" Luan asked astounded from seeing Lincoln move like that in his sleep.
"Tastes like…white…lindor truffles…coconut milk…vanilla…vanilla…"
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Luan chirped loudly, her pupils dilated back, awestruck and taken back.
She saw Lincoln sweat as his arm twitched and his face get flushed red. Then she saw him drool profusely into his pillow, forming a little puddle that he tried licking back into his mouth….this cause Luan to inadvertently lick her own lips from the sight.
"Lincoln, wha-"
"Oooooo, oh L…Lu…Lun…..Lun..AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
Lincoln shot up as he screamed, piercing through Luan's headphones and surprising the hell out of herself. Her ears hurt, but she heard him mumble in his sleep….Luna…then proceeding to scream out the rest unintentionally in his yell.
"….fuck Lincoln…you…you were really going through it too," Luan mumbled lowly, trying to pop her ear and regain her hearing with the jaw exercise "mawp" for alleviating tinnitus from Luna's heavy duty rock music on full blast…a skill she's gotten expert at.
She continued listening onwards, grasping Lincoln's emotional reactions and tumultuously warped face, him self-analyzing himself, before a massive detail dropped from Lincoln's mouth, stunning Luan and causing her face to go numb.
"I…I was dreaming…I was dreaming I was…tasting…Luna…d..ddd….down, there…and her…stream…"
Luan's jaw dropped hard, fully popping her ears back into acute auditory capacity. She saw him look petrified and wrap his arms around his head at the realization of his dream
"Lincoln…holy Caesar's ghost…holy shit."
"Why?...why did I just…dream that?"
Luan kept silent as Lincoln nervously mused as to what he was dreaming, mentally digesting and putting the pieces in his head and trying to regain his focus…this was just like Luna's episode in the shower, only much more…tragic…alone. Lincoln didn't have anyone else. At least Luna had Luan to talk to about her feelings.
"Lincoln….I can…I can relate…I…I don't have anyone else to talk to about this," Luan said to the Lincoln in the footage still lying in his bed as he threw the covers off…then she saw it.
Never in her life did her nose bleed out and have her mind buckle like before…but it did. She saw her brother's partly exposed…business, sticking out of his short shorts…pulsating away. As Luan blushed and wiped her bloody nose, her eyes widened as her pupils nearly disappeared. She quickly threw her hands over her eyes, trying to stop herself from seeing his going-on activity down there…but her fingers slightly parted ways…letting her get a tiny glimpse.
"It's never been that long before? Come on you stupid jerk! GO AWAY! STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT!"
"JESUS LINCOLN!" Luan echoed out in suppressed surprise, the tiny view in shot letting her to make a size judgment. "Lincoln…BRO! WHERE THE HELL DO YOU EVEN HIDE THAT?!"
Luan saw it pulsate involuntarily again, Luan getting unnecessarily aroused by an electrical discharge from her groin area to her whole spine. She saw Lincoln's distressed face go from mortified to in absolute horrified anger.
"STOP IT! I SWEAR I'LL GET RID OF YOU! STOP THINKING ABOUT LUNA EJACULA-AAAAHHAHAHHH!"
Luan seemed to follow Lincoln's motions in the footage, herself going through the same physiological reaction and slamming her head back hard, every nerve excited beyond comparison as she saw him splatter all over the damn place. Seeing him do that and rocking his head back caused her own lusty frame to knock one out of the park.
"D…dd…..damn Lincoln….shot off like a rocket…holy hell…that…was…a lot," she muttered with a tortured grin, feeling herself coating and still gushing out hard as he realized he had done a serious lathering job across himself and his bed. Luan panted as she sweat hard, getting her jittery nerves in check to recover the damage she just placed in her psyche, seeing Lincoln…do that.
"Man…I've only seen that in those internet videos…seeing someone you know really…really well do that….and someone with whom your feelings are all warped out towards…it's a whole different experience," Luan thought while breathing hard, her heart rate still high but gradually dimming.
"I…I gotta just delete this entire night…this is too tragic keep…however much it gives me the hots to see Lincoln do…that…see that….that thing just pulsate….pulsate, " Luan trailed in her mind, imagining being near it…approaching it…doing things...
"….STOP! LUAN! FUCKING STOP! LINCOLN'S NOT EVER GONNA WANNA DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING SICK DOPE!" She internally yelled into herself.
Then it hit her…Lincoln would never wanna do this with her…never wanna see her like he might see Luna…never.
"…never…he never would…he doesn't see me the same way as Luna," Luan thought, her mind sobering from arousal as it drifted into somber tumultuous waters. As the footage played, she saw Lincoln's business unintentionally drop a huge glob onto his exposed, opened, favorite comic…causing a tragic, mortifyingly uncomfortable reaction from Lincoln that caused Luan to cry out hard in tears…knowing the confusion and angst he just went through.
"No…no Lincoln…not you…not you too," Luan sobbed…before remembering this was just recorded history.
"This…this is horrific…but as sad and messed up as it is…he's…happier now…Luna's happier now…I…I think I need to see them happy….no matter what's in store for me," Luan thought with conflicted, tearing conviction, but hopeful seeing their union would bring Luan's spirits up.
"Well…at the very least…at least Lincoln's gonna get a lucky comic book present from me that'll replace that the one he…goofed-up on."
Luan effectively cut and paste all footage from Lincoln's room that night between 10:00 at night to 8:00 in the morning in one giant sub-file, deleting the remnant data and storing into the temporary sin file.
"Wait…should…should I really store that one? It's not like…I wanna see him leave and have possibly two or three hours of wasted footage of just his room….well…that USB does have a high capacity…I don't really care. I can't watch that again."
Luan took the file, not noticing that the picture icon representing a still from the footage had an unusually dark figure blur across the screen, Luan not taking any notice of it.
'Now…it's time…for the big guns," Luan nervously hinted as she approached their room's footage from earlier, still on standby, ready to be accessed and rewound to around late noon.
"Alright…let's…let's do this…no more screw ups Luan…no more arousal…no more lust…just…be happy for them…both of them…together."
11:47 PM
All was quite with the exception of some reserved heavy breathing and panting, when suddenly….an extremely loud shriek broke the still air of the only bunk bedded room in the Loud House. Luna rocketed up wide awake, jumping down fast in extreme alert and concern to the shriek, eyes wide but still in partial sleep mode as she got her bearings. She saw Luan slam shut her laptop with a terrified looking grin plastered on her face. Luna saw Luan's expression melt with horror, excitement, tons of sweat, and red coating her face.
"LUAN SIS! WHAT'S WRONG?" Luna asked in wily concern, heading over to her sister in a drunken-sleepy stupor, slightly falling at an angle and hugging onto her sister, a tinge of drool still on her lips and cheeks. Luan just gave the most sheepish smile possible, closing her eyes hard momentarily before coughing and huffing hard, grasping hard at her covers to pull them up tight.
"OH….uhh…uhhh…..HOLY SHIT THAT WAS FUCKED UP!" Luan said, while trying to drum up something.
"LUAN? WHAT IS IT? IS SOMEONE TRYING TO BREAK IN THE HOUSE AGAIN?!"
"NO LU…Luna…no one's trying to break into the house…everything's…alright."
"WHAT? REALLY? TH….then….what's with that ungodly shriek I just heard? That had to be you…I think…"
"Yeah…that was me….I…I'm sorry. I saw something really terrifying…I…was watching a regular YouTube video when…one of those stupid pop-up scare faces came on. I…I fell for a scare-prank," Luan said with more reserve, hoping the lie would put her at ease.
"Well…if it wasn't for those wall dampeners Lisa installed, the whole house woulda heard ya. Dang…your headphones probably blew your ears out sis."
"Not as much as a chord from you," Luan said with a small smirk, Luna getting the message as Luan pointed to the Sterrett Amplifier. Luna smirked a most sleepy smirk, before reaching down and giving her another hug around her torso.
"Okay…well…try and hold off the screaming dudette…I need my Z's and…" Luna trailed off as her left arm accidentally brushed down by the covers on Luan's groin…they were milky-wet. Luna froze as she felt this, as did Luan.
"Luan….be honest with me sis…were you really watching YouTube?"
"Uhm….would you believe me if I said yeah?"
"…unless you just peed the bed laughing from watching something frighteningly funny, then…."
"….oh, dang it. Alright Luna…I…I was watching….something else…"
Luna scrapped her hand across her face in exhaustion.
"…Pornhub Luan?"
"Ye….yeah…I…I wasn't frightened…I….I'm sorry I woke you up Luna…I got an-"
"Urge? Don't worry sis…who am I to judge, right? Although…I recommend you wash your covers…and change. I'm going to bed, okay? Leave the girl-on-girl action for another time."
"Okay…sorry again Luna…goodnight...wait...WHAT!?"
"Hehe...goodnight Luan. Sleep tight."
And like that, Luna struggled up to her bed and slapped hard onto her covers, barely letting part of a blanket cover her as she collapsed into full deep sleep again. Luan just sat in her bed…thinking…thinking about…what she saw…happen between Luna and Lincoln…in her part of the bed…many hours earlier…what they talked about…and ultimately…what they did…what they released.
"Why?" Luan asked herself softly as Luna's snoring could be heard.
"Why did that…those minutes…of them…making out like that…I've never, never ever came like that….ever….that hard in my entire life. The grinding…the videos…the footage of me….my duplicate, Luna and Lincoln's shower…Lincoln's…release…they can't even compare to what I just saw them do."
Luan kept contemplating as to why that footage of near six minutes in length, how and why that pushed them over the edge…why that aroused her more than anything else in her entire life before, never mind all the messed up stuff she was getting into before. Luan Loud, for all intensive purposes, just had the single greatest orgasm and ejaculation she ever had…watching the make-out revelation between Luna and Lincoln, her releasing as they both released while passionately kissing and grinding hard into one another…Luan never saw such an awe-inspiring sight in her mind, sensually speaking.
"I…the feelings…it…it has to be the feelings…the emotions….that bond….the bond that make-out session between them that got me so, so utterly turned on," Luan thought as she brushed against her pajama-covered-breasts, releasing the fabric around her nipples…was soaked.
She intentionally rubbed around the clothing peripheral to her nipples, feeling the wetness, well above her groin area. Then…it hit her.
"I…I got so aroused…I think I lactated milk…holy sweet fuck…I didn't even know that was a thing," Luan thought in shock and surprise. She gently got out of bed and pulled all her clothing off, her nipples and breasts partly soaked, her groin, panties and mid-section pajamas soaked viscously to the marrow….smelling of coconut milk. Luan couldn't help but smell deep this pungent, biological odor that seemed relaxing. She caught herself, stopped and shook her head. She re-clothed with new, nearly identical pajamas and pulled off her covers and mattress cover, bundling them into one big pile for her to carry downstairs.
Step by slow step, she walked carefully through the dim lit house, gradually getting to the basement level. She threw everything into the washer, setting it on full blast cleaning cycle, a setting only last used by Lori for her clothing.
As she watched her clothing and bed covers cycle and spin in the cleansing cycle, her mind drifted to her deeper thoughts on the Luna-Lincoln footage she got incredibly off on.
"Hey…you guys do spin me right round, get it?" she whimpered to her clothing as they rotated, knowing they and the washing machine would not respond…but wanting to crack a pun to try and distract herself.
"Oh…oh yeah, I'm totally having fun washing clothing and bed covers. Just how much? Loads….get it," she punned again, more desperation tingling from her voice.
"Oh…what did the sock say to the other sock? See you next time around…hahahh…get it?"
Luan smiled gently, before a thought bubbled into her head.
"…why do I always say, "get it," even when no one's around to her my puns? I always get it."
She looked depressingly at her bunny slippers, moving her feet erratically to make their ears wiggle back and forth…this didn't cheer her up at all.
She grabbed a large, derelict pillow hanging down from the rafters, one of Lori's old ones that hadn't gotten thrown out yet. She then pulled out a small chair from the corner and sat on it. Luan grabbed the large pillow and held onto it tight like a small girl would hold onto a small dolly in an attached hug.
"Things….have really changed since you've been gone Lori…really changed…thing's that would have boiled you over in discombobulated nastiness…thank goodness you're not here to see this show…I don't think I could quiet easily hide it from you…but you did keep things in check…in order," Luan thought, remembering all the tough but still loving love Lori gave to everyone. She was always closest to Leni, but still was very close with everyone else.
"Dang…time…time and…feelings…take a toll on us…all of us…eventually," Luan mused with a depressed smile. As her thoughts on Lori wavered…her endless broken-record return to the Luna-Lincoln footage flew full front and center again.
"Its…that bond they have now…why I'm feeling like this…like, simultaneously happy, happy to want and keep their bond safe and strong, and.. and jealous…of how Luna got her wish….and…most of all…just…really, really…sad…"
Luan's emotions suddenly and without warning took over, her pulling the pillow close to her head as she screamed as loud as she could into it, making a choked, relatively muffled but apparent saddened roar blare out the tiny seams in the pillow. She screamed several times hard into it…until her vocal chords couldn't take it. She wasn't Luna with a powerful and muscular voice after all…she was Luan…the loser in her mind…the one who lost all possible hope…to have what Luna had that Luan wanted so desperately, so craved for…so sinful, so wrong yet so emotionally right…Lincoln's love.
She pulled her face out of the pillow.
"I'm…I'm happy for them…I…I really am. I'm happy for Luna…happy…happy for…Lincoln," Luan croaked out weakly as her voice got wet and sobby, her tears now coming out full blast. She scrunched the pillow hard as if trying to pretend she was hugging Lincoln.
"Lincoln…Lincoln bro…I'm…I'm happy for you and Luna. I really am," she said, trying to convince herself more than the makeshift Lincoln she mentally constructed in her mind with the pillow.
"I'm so…so happy that you and Luna found out how you feel about each other…even though I can never tell you how I feel…feel for you…maybe for Luna…but…but for you…it's strongest. Lincoln, you really are the best person around…you help remind me why I love comedy…your laughter and smile…why I love comedy…Lincoln…I…I love….I…I love…."
Luan halted her sniffled confession to the pillow as she looked out into the clear dark sky, seeing no lighting on from her angle. A dark, silhouette round outline was just barely visible above the cloudless horizon of weakening storm clouds…a new moon, the outline virtually out of sight except for a tiny arc revealing its surface coated in pure blackness.
Luan sniffled.
"…you. Lincoln…you've always wanted to visit the moon," she whimpered.
Luan's left eye suddenly and uncontrollably began to twitch. Her buck teeth pressed hard down on her lower lip from the erratic electrical impulse from her eyelid motions as she stared at the wall with flicking results…and tears began pouring out harder than before; the twitching subsided. She whimpered and cried, sobbing into her pillow, crying hard and erratically with melancholy she's never known until now. The love she wanted…the lover…with another, no chance of her to ever have a place that deep in his heart. She was ostracized from that realm, from that possibility…forever.
"I'm..happy for them….I'm happy for them," she quivered in tortured cries like a religious mantra, until…it all became too much for her to face…to bear…the truth.
Luan fell out of her chair and hit the ground hard, the washing machine's sounds lower that typical as Luan broke down hard into her pillow, reduced to a bawling, sniveling shell of her former self, heart-broken…depressed…cursed with the fact that her love would never be returned. Marred for her lusts, her perversions, her imaginations…and ultimately…the one she yearned the most…who would never see her more than just the comedian sister…just…older sister, Luan Loud.
"I'm…happy….I'm happy…I'm ha….hap…happy…." she tried continuously lying in her wails, choking tears back that escaped anyways.
"I'm…happ….n…no I'm…no I'm not," she finally and tepidly admitted to herself in a cry.
"No…no….I…Lincoln…he's…gone….Lincoln….would never…."
Luan held back a sob, before mustering up the courage to say this heart-destroying fact, as cold, cruel and true as it was…she had to admit it.
"Lincoln…he won't…. love me…ever… like….like he does Luna. I…I…I-"
And like that, Luan released an ocean of lament into the pillow and air, crying her eyes and heart out, now more vulnerable, more tender…more broken-hearted….more destroyed, more vacuous and empty….more pointless and lifeless than she's ever felt as the salty tears coursed out of her seizing body. This was it….this was her penalty…her jail cell…to never have Lincoln…to never get his love…to live life knowing this, while Luna and Lincoln went onwards and explored that frontier. Luan was trapped, doomed to be chained to watch them infinitely disappear beyond the horizon…chained…endlessly far, far away from the horizon that so beckoned her…chained to her personal loveless plot of tragedy and misery…forevermore.