[WARNING: MOAR LEMON AHEAD BECAUSE I'M A DIRTY PERV]
Chapter Eight: Second Sight
"So, not only did Luna hit on ya, but Luan, too, sheesh, and I thought my family was complicated," Grouse mumbled, and Lincoln frowned slightly but nodded.
"It was the time of puberty for all of us middle Louds. I don't blame them. After all, being surrounded by girls all day would drive anyone insane. I know it did for me, considering. But Luna never really was one to stay fixated on a single person, and Luan, well... She wasn't medicated at the time, right? Either way, I did my best to diffuse those situations." He had to berate himself mentally for having been taken so off guard by Luna the one time, though. Unfortunately for him, that wouldn't be the last time one of his sisters made a move on him, but he pushed the memory out of the way to recount the next part of that day.
"So I went to check on Lynn and Lucy..."
He knocked on their door, and a couple seconds later was greeted by Lucy, who let the door creak slowly open.
"Hey, Lincoln," she said, the usual flat tone almost a godsend after what had just happened in the next room over. She stepped aside to let him pass, and he walked into their room, the scent of incense wafting near the window drawing a pleased sigh from him.
"Hey guys. How's it hanging, Lynn?" he asked, waving to the teen who was busy with buffing the grass stains out of her football pads. He was glad that the coach had agreed to open the team to females, Lynn was still dominating the school circuits. She nodded in greetings, offering him no real words and seeming to take his presence as mere coincidence or something, as she didn't even take her eyes off her work.
So instead he decided he'd talk to Lucy.
"Hey, so..." He pulled her aside and lowered his voice, so hopefully Lynn didn't overhear.
"You never told our parents about Luna's drinking, right?" he questioned, and she shrugged, but shook her head.
"I am many things, Lincoln, but I'm not a snitch. Luna can do whatever she wants. Besides, she bought my silence with a new death metal song. It's perfectly morose." She moved back to her bed, where there was a deck of Tarot cards, as she conducted readings for a sleeping Cliff, the family's fluffy mascot cat.
"What do they say?" Lincoln questioned curiously, and Lucy flipped the last one in the sequence.
"That tomorrow, he'll wake up, do nothing, and go back to sleep. Also, that he's a cat." He couldn't help but chuckle at the basic response, he'd expected something far more prolific.
"Tarot cards don't really work on things without grandiose destiny. Want a reading?" The question, he knew, was rhetorical, she would give him one anyway, whether he wanted it or not. So he sat down and crossed his legs in front of her, careful not to disturb Cliff.
She began by shuffling the deck, cutting it, shuffling once more, then holding it out toward him.
"Put your hand on top," she commanded, and he did as told, while she placed her hand over his. Her fingers were cold, which didn't surprise him, as she never turned the heat on in her room. Lynn of course never minded that either, she was usually sweating for some reason or another anyhow. Lucy cleared her mind, and asked the Tarot a question.
"Mystic beings from another world, tell us what the future holds. Will you show us Lincoln's fates?" she said dramatically, and he gulped at the importance of such a thing, but she released his hand, and flipped the first card of her spread. She drew a card with wolves, howling at a moon. She placed it as she drew it, reversed.
"The Moon, reversed. Confusion precedes you," she stated, and he could only agree. These last few months his mind had been awhirl with various encounters with Luna and Luan, and today was no exception, although it was the first time Luan had decided to kiss him.
Lucy paused, probably to mess with him, before she drew yet another card. This one she crossed the first one with horizontally.
"It's because of... an overabundance of love." He frowned. Why the hell was she so good at this? Her fingers wiggled over the deck, before she pulled yet another card and set it beside the stack of two.
The next card was a four of swords, reversed.
"The cards show there will be a lack of progress," she stated, placing another over it the same as she had before, to gain more insight.
"The Knight of Swords... Oh dear."
"What is it?"
"The cards see a disregard for the consequences, lack of focus, and faltering opinions, causing your forward momentum to be diluted, governing your life."
He wasn't sure if she were talking about right now, or the future. When she drew and placed a third card in the spread, he figured that one was all about the now, and this, the future.
"Five of Wands. A conflict awaits you, disagreement and strife." She placed another across it.
"The Magician. Manipulation... Your future looks bleak, Lincoln. And now for your fate."
The last card she handed to him, and he looked it over.
"The Ten of Wands."
"You're doomed to a challenging future, but your fate for your hard work shall be stress and ultimately, achievement. Could've been worse. Could've drawn Death," she said, and the corner of her mouth bent upward in her tiny smile when she mentioned that card.
"I'm not sure I like this," Lincoln wavered, and Lynn piped up from across the room.
"Yeah, well, it's your own damn fault for spending all of your time with that evil witch," she reprimanded, and he was absolutely certain she meant Luan.
"She's not an evil witch, Lynn, she's your big sister."
"Tell that to my nose!" she shouted, and pointed, she still wore a tough bandage over the bridge of it, to keep it from breaking again in the event something were to hit it. Honestly, the look suited her, but he wouldn't say that to her face. At least her nose wasn't crooked now.
"Jeez, calm down, Lynn, your nose will heal. I wasn't happy with that day either, you know."
"I did warn you," Lucy reminded, and Lynn growled in frustration. Technically, it had been her own fault for opening the door after somebody on the other side had been so angry, but how the hell was he supposed to know, when Luan was known for constantly pulling everyone's leg? In her defense, she hadn't expected to get pummeled, and certainly not by Luan of all people. Her laugh drifted from down the hall, and Lynn gritted her teeth.
"I hope she falls down the stairs." She went back to her task at hand.
Lincoln stood up and crossed the room. He slid his hands over her Lynn's shoulders and around her neck, pulling her backward in a hug. She paused her work, and looked down at her hands.
"It's not fair, Linc... How come she gets to have everything now? Your attention, my blood on her hands, the biggest room aside from Leni's... It's like she could get away with murder!"
"Luna has a lot of equipment for her instruments, it takes up most of the space... And I'm not ignoring you, Lynn, it's just..."
He froze for a moment, he couldn't just say that the two were sexually captivating him. That would not end well.
"Just what, Linc?" Lynn started suddenly, and wrest his hands from her, turning to face him.
"Don't tell me you're going to try and defend her now just because of... Of... I don't know! What, are your hormones getting in the way?!" He faltered for a moment, but hid it from his face. She could NOT find out.
"No, Lynn. Luan just makes me happy, that's all. I like being around her. You make me happy too, but lately... You've been so bitter. I came here today for that exact reason. I want to fix things between you guys, it pains me to see you at ends any time you're around her. I saw what you did earlier, you tried to be nice to her, and she spat fire at you in return. I get that, it would upset any of us if that's the treatment we got."
Lynn was growing more upset by the second as he spoke. She couldn't possibly understand his side of things, after all, Lincoln always felt like he was being drawn apart in every direction when it came to inter-sibling politics. How was he supposed to be on everyone's side at once, like he wanted to, if stepping on one of their toes was as easy as not stepping on another sister's?
"I just don't get what you see in that... psychopath! Over me, Lincoln! Am I not funny enough for you?!" He reached out to put a hand on her shoulder.
"Lynn, I love all my sisters because they're unique. Not being a comedian doesn't make me look down on you." But it was too late, by now, tears were flowing slowly from her eyes. She slumped against him, and hit him with a balled fist, rather hard on the shoulder. He winced in pain, it immediately became sore. She never knew her own strength, and he couldn't fault her for that, but that was going to leave a bruise. Her face buried into his shirt, and he almost groaned for having yet another one of his siblings crying on his clothing. But he refrained.
"Linc... You know you're my best friend. The guys on the team, sure, they're cool and all but... They don't get to know my secrets. They don't get to really know me. So far, it's only been you who's cared enough and..." She sniffed, and pulled herself up, but anger quickly covered her face again. This time, her punch found his jaw and knocked him off the bed. For a second, he was disoriented, but then he sat up and rubbed his face.
"And you deserve that for blowing me off!" She still looked mad, but she slowly gave a sad smile and offered her hand. He hesitated for a second, he really didn't want to get hit again. But he let her pull him to his feet, even though he was dizzy, and he swooned for a moment.
"Sorry..." Lynn apologized, and Lucy shook her head behind him.
"The cards don't lie," she chimed, "Five of Wands."
He glared over at her.
"Not now, Lucy." She shrugged, mentioning again her cards told truths, before she lay down and began to flip through her deck, looking at the pictures of the Tarot.
Lincoln turned back to Lynn. She opened her arms, and this time it was his turn to get a hug.
"I didn't mean to hit you that hard. You know I forget how strong I am sometimes," she mentioned, and rubbed his cheek with a rough hand. It reminded him of Luna's, sort of, only smaller. He looked up at her, drawing back slightly to do so.
"I'll make it up to you," he said, letting her nurse his jaw for a moment longer, before he grabbed her hand, holding it in his.
"How about we do something together? Just us two." Her mind was already reeling with the possibilities, what would he possibly want to do? It was snowing outside, Lisa by now probably had control of the TV, and she'd been banned long ago from playing sports in the house after she'd broken several dozen priceless dishes using them as frisbees. Lincoln was smiling to her, but she had to laugh, as he had a fat lip forming, and looked generally goofy to her anyway.
"Okay, Linc."
"Great," he said, and stood, looking around.
"Well, if you don't have any better ideas, why don't we head to my room and read comics or something? It's been awhile since I got to update you on my new ones. You can bring your magazines or something if you want, too."
She smiled and stood as well, but shook her head.
"Comics sounds great." She was just happy to get to spend some time with her only brother. Since being assaulted by Luan, they hadn't really had much of a chance.
"But first, I'm getting some ice for that lip of yours. I'll meet you in your room." He agreed, and stepped into the hallway, heading down to the end while she took the stairs a pair at a time. When she rounded the corner into the kitchen, she skidded to a halt, Luan stood right in front of her, her hair down, eyes narrowed as she regarded Lynn, whom nearly ran into her.
"Lynn," she said, poison dripping from the name. Lynn started to glare back.
"Loser," she replied, and Luan crushed the can of soda she had in her hand, uncaring that some of it got on her skin. Without looking, she tossed it into the trash.
"Did I hear you talking to Lincoln?" she asked, and Lynn frowned at her.
"Yeah, so?"
Luan puffed out her chest, and poked a finger hard against her younger sibling's.
"Don't. Touch. Him," she warned, with each word another jab with her digit. It wasn't gentle, either.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Lynn questioned, her face contorting in confusion. The comedian looked her up and down, and crossed her arms.
"Don't give me that playing dumb routine. I know what you're up to... Trying to steal him all for yourself, right? Well I'll have you know, little bro's wrapped all the way around my finger. So you can't have him!" Lynn's look of further confusion didn't seem to phase Luan much.
"Again; I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Lincoln's my brother too, asshole. And you're off your meds, so why don't you take your psycho self back upstairs before you put me in the hospital. Again." Luan was sure she wouldn't do something as drastic as that, but boy did she want to. Especially right now.
"I'm serious, Lynn... If you lay so much as a finger on his untainted flesh, you won't like what happens. So keep your pants on." The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Did she just insinuate that she was trying to... Do something with her brother? Further more, did Luan just say that that was basically HER plan? Her teeth ground audibly.
"Are you going to get out of my way, or not?" she asked angrily, and Luan stepped aside, but pointed to her own eyes, and then at Lynn. Yeah yeah, she was watching.
"Get over yourself, drama queen," Lynn said and went to the fridge for some ice and juice for Lincoln. When she turned back around, Luan was gone. She hadn't even heard the older girl leave. But had she really meant something like that? Suddenly, having the possibility on the table made her question herself. Would she ever have even considered something like that...? With Lincoln? When her mind began to picture what he might look like shirtless, she stopped herself, as there was a sudden, sharp rise in her emotions that drew fear through her mind. No, no, no... She couldn't possibly. Luan was just getting under her skin, yeah... Putting suggestions where nothing existed. She was off her rocker, for sure... Right?
Heading upstairs, Lynn entered Lincoln's room, to find him on his bed and already reading. She set the juice on his nightstand, and handed him the baggy full of ice. He pushed it up against his cheek.
"Thanks, Lynn," he said, and gave her a charming smile. That feeling trickled into her head again, but she ignored it.
"Hey... Lincoln," she started, slowly taking his comic from him and setting it down so he'd focus on her for a moment.
"What is it, Lynn? Everything okay?"
"Well... Did something happen between you and Luan?" Her heart thumped in anticipation to the answer, and Lincoln's mind raced. How did she know? Who'd told her? Had anyone even done such a thing?
"N-no, not really, why?"
"It's just that... Well, I ran into her in the kitchen. She threatened me... Told me you were 'hers'. Very possessive. Is that why you didn't come see me before? Was she holding you hostage, or something?" Lincoln bit his lip, before he remembered it was swollen and stopped. But he shook his head slowly.
"No... No, it's not like that. Luan has been being very... Clingy, but also..." His brain flashed to his memory of what her lips felt like against his own. He cleared his throat.
"Um, she's being nice to me lately."
By now, Lynn was catching on to his stubborn demeanor. She'd have to pry it out of him, she was sure.
"Come on, Linc, you can tell me what's going on. When have we ever hid anything from each other?" Her argument was valid, and he hated himself for wanting to cover up the truth, but he regretted the consequences... Damn Lucy's cards. He ran his fingers through the back of his hair, looking away briefly. When his eyes caught sight of the window, he remembered that night Luna had snuck into his room, the look of the moonlight on her body... He swallowed, his cheeks heating. Thank God for the ice pack.
"Luan's been acting... Strange. And I don't mean just because of her lack of medication," he admitted, and a spreading of concern grew over Lynn's features.
"What do you mean, then?" she wondered, and he sighed softly.
"Well... Her, and Luna too, they've... They've been messing with my feelings a bit. Telling me that I don't really love Ronnie Anne, for example, that we probably won't stay together forever, and that's just mostly a childish fantasy."
"Do you?"
"Do I what?"
"Love Ronnie Anne."
He stopped, and thought about this question. He'd considered it before, though his thoughts had been cut off and watered down by a furious assault at his manhood by Luan. Finally, though, he shook his head, unsure.
"I don't think I do," he said, and sighed, "but of course, I like being with her... But I mean... What if Luan's right? What if there is a better option?"
Lynn's heart thumped in her chest again, and her eyes glistened as she watched him speak, her body growing more tense. What the hell, why was she hanging on him like this suddenly?
"Did she..." her voice trailed, and Lincoln threw a hand to his forehead, leaning his head back with a groan.
"She kissed me, Lynn. Like she meant it." This brought a little gasp from the athlete, and with it, sudden seething jealousy.
"I don't know how to feel about it. I mean, we're siblings. But... Well, Luna..."
Lynn bit her lip, her feelings bubbling like stew in a pot underneath the surface.
"Luna, what?" she chanced, and Lincoln frowned. Why was he telling her all of this?
"Luna... Well, when she got drunk... She kissed me too."
So that was why he'd been hanging around their room so much. They were playing with his heart strings, like some kind of cello, or a sick joke. She burned with all sorts of emotion.
"Lincoln...!" Her reaction wasn't very pleasing to him, she looked like she was part going to punch a hole in the wall, or his face again, maybe, and part like she wanted to cry, and part again like she wanted to laugh like it was all a prank.
He let her boil it over for a moment, before he sighed once more.
"Sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I didn't know what you'd think."
"I really don't know what to think," she said, her world was changing around her to fit the perception of this new reality.
"Does Lucy know? Or the twins? Leni? Lori?" Lincoln shook his head. So she was the first to find this stuff out...
She finally processed it all, and then slumped onto his bed, hands over her face.
"Uuuuugh... That... No-good, conniving little... Ffff!"
He reached out, leaning forward, and put a hand on her forehead. Suddenly, she felt much more calm, and twice as safe. Her heart thumped again, and her hands moved to the sides. Her mouth was a small circle as she looked up at him, and gazed into his eyes as his head floated over her.
"Lynn... Calm down. I'm not saying I'm, like... giving in to Luan or anything. She kind of blind sided me, really..." He hated to admit to himself that Luan was seductive when she wanted to be, and he hated even more to admit that Luna was skilled with her mouth. But what he didn't know is whether or not it made a bit of difference. He didn't know with whom he wanted to be. He was sure he could easily convince Luan to show him a thing or two, Luna had already offered a second round with him, but then, there was Lynn...
She was looking at him not unlike the way Luna had before, like she were trying to read his thoughts.
"Why them?" Lynn said, breaking the silence out of the blue.
"Because, they're..." He blushed.
"Well, they're older, experienced... Attractive," Lincoln said, and Lynn grew visibly agitated.
"Am... Am I not?" she asked, and threw his brain into another slot-machine roll of emotion.
"Wait, what?" he queried, he had to slow that one down.
"Am I not attractive...? Older..." She couldn't claim experience, but heck, they were even similar age compared to the other girls. He couldn't hide the blush that spread to his neck, his pale skin was terrible at hiding it.
"Lynn...? You're my..." He was going to state the obvious, but then he realized that after what he'd just said, that rule was completely destroyed. She pulled her upper body off the bed, her hips sideways as she looked up to him, he noticed the curve of her backside in her close-fitting shorts. He swallowed.
"Can't use that defense, change your tactic, Linc," she said, her eyes suddenly growing hungry. She didn't know if she felt this way due to the fact Lincoln had somehow abruptly become a forbidden fruit, if she wanted to get back at Luan, or if she simply held a deeply-rooted love for him.
She was inching closer. He didn't know if he even wanted to stop her, considering his previous experiences. She reached for his ice pack, and moved it away from his face. Her rough hand was over his again, and his heart raced.
"Well?"
Of course she was attractive. All of his older siblings were, though it appeared he had a thing for girls with brown hair.
"I never noticed until now..." Lincoln said quietly, and she smiled cautiously.
"Neither did I... You're cute when you're backed into a corner." By now she was next to his legs, leaning toward his face.
"Lynn... Wait," he said, and looked to his door. She paused, raising an eyebrow.
"You're going to have to think it through. If you do this, that means you're dooming me to be torn between three girls, all of whom are my sisters, and you cannot make that go away, believe me." Lynn, though, had already ran it through her head. She was curious, a bit too much so, she'd never kissed a boy before. But she supposed her motives were her own, and certainly it was different from anything Luna or Luan might want from him.
"Lincoln... Be quiet. I'll do whatever I want... And I've never done this before. I want to know. And who better than you? You're my best friend." Lincoln bit back his comment, he wanted to tell her not to jeopardize that friendship, but how could he? They were just a couple of hormone ridden teens, after all, wouldn't he just look back on this some day and laugh? How else were they supposed to experiment? His feelings for Ronnie Anne were declining rapidly at this point, assaulted by the possibilities of now fooling around with Lynn.
She pulled up close to him, and sighed, figuring maybe she'd been going too quickly. She could see the fear on his face. Not that she terrified him, but it was the fear of the unknown. She instead opted to settle to his side for the time being, laying her head on his chest, giving him a hug around the waist. They'd hugged plenty of times, before, but never had it felt like this one did. For Lincoln, he could tell how much gentler she'd become, and in whole, intimate.
"I'll ask you."
Lincoln became surprised. The other girls hadn't asked him a damn thing. They'd taken what they wanted.
"Do you want to kiss me?" she finally said, letting the proverbial bomb drop.
They didn't know it, but somewhere nearby, a certain spy was watching, had listened in on the entire conversation, she knew everything.
Lincoln searched his sibling's gaze, and she moved up so she was on his level, hand on his chest, before he answered.
"Yes," he decided, finally able to fully engross himself in the situation, and stop worrying about his other sisters, the consequences.
The cards don't lie, thought Lucy.
Given the option, Lincoln felt a distinct thrill of being the one who got to initiate this time, and his hand came up to Lynn's chin. She wore a small smile, soft, her eyes glittering in the light filtering through the window blinds. With a tiny movement, he tilted his head, and their lips met, Lynn's hand fluttering up around his neck.
There was something about this kiss that was very different... It lacked a sexual spark, instead he felt... Content. She seemed to melt against him, and for Lynn, the experience was a thrill indeed. Her spine shivered at his boldness, her heart thumped against her ribs, the hairs on her neck bristled. Something boiled in her chest, and the moment seemed to last forever. It was only when Lincoln broke it, maintaining control of the situation, that she finally breathed, slowly sucking in air, her eyes refusing to open for a moment before they settled on his face.
Lincoln wore a smug look, a smirk, she knew it well.
"Don't look now, but I think your girly side is showing," he said, and the blood rushed to her cheeks, and she socked him in the arm, provoking a laugh as he rubbed at it.
"Ow, hey... I couldn't help it," he said, and she frowned at him.
"Way to ruin the moment, jerk," she said, but he smiled at her, and instead pulled her in, drawing a tiny noise of surprise from the girl as he hugged her tight. She didn't resist.
"So?" Lincoln asked after a few seconds of the embrace.
"So, what?"
"Did you like it?" he finished, and she nodded, the flush in her cheeks refusing to die down. She traced embarrassed circles along his chest.
"Well, I'm happy you enjoyed your first. Better than having it forced upon you."
"Wait, what?"
"Oh... Luna. She just kind of... Did it, you know? Grabbed me, pulled me in, and snogged me. Then she... Uhhhm..." When he looked away, she could tell something had transpired.
It wasn't hard for her to start guessing.
"You said she was drunk...? Oh, Linc, you didn't! I know how Luna is, please tell me she didn't... You didn't..."
He rose his hand to stop her, and shook his head.
"Not anything crazy... She just, um..." He looked away again, embarrassed as all get out, he'd not told a soul about this next part yet.
"What'd she do to you?" Lynn asked, clever enough to assume who the responsible party was in that kind of a situation.
"She snuck in here, and... Well, she used her... Mouth." The last word fell from his lips like a sand bag, heavy and messy when it hit the ground. He didn't like saying it, it felt weird now, his guilt seeping in slightly.
Lynn covered her mouth in surprise, but lowered her hand after a few seconds of staring.
"Did... Did you like it?" He had to nod. Of course he had, it was probably one of the best feelings he'd ever felt before.
"That's so bad," she said, suddenly seeing the humor of the situation.
"I know, I know, don't rub it in... She's very, erm... Forceful when she wants to be. I didn't have much choice in the matter, but frankly, I don't think I wanted a choice. You have no idea how good it felt..." His blush was adorable, but she also felt that same pang of jealousy come forth again.
"Ugh, I can't believe you've been going behind my back about all this. I should've known... Luna's such a torturous brat, and Luan's crazy."
"What does that make you, then?"
Now it was her turn to blush. Lincoln felt the momentum of the situation shift in his favor, and he suddenly moved over her, like Luna had done to him, shrinking her into the bed as his face neared hers. His seductive look made her worried, but he grinned.
"See? I learned that one from them. Works, doesn't it?" He glanced between them, her thighs were shifting together. She was aroused. He could see her nipples through her shirt now. He wanted to play with her like a toy, and he supposed now he could understand what Luna had been up to. But he backed off, making sure she wasn't uncomfortable as he settled down beside her again.
She seemed to be a ball of hormonal anxiety, the look on her face torn between turned on and feeling fear, and she shivered once all the way down her body.
"That... Is not fair," she growled, and Lincoln shrugged.
"Wasn't for me, either. So don't judge me." She supposed he had a point, it was really hard to argue that he shouldn't have been doing things with his sisters if they'd done something like that to him.
"L-Lincoln...?" she squeaked, and he looked at her.
"Could we... Sh-should..." she stammered, and he grew concerned momentarily.
"Lynn...? I'm not so sure that's a good..."
She moved her hand to wrap about his, and pushed herself up against his body, relieving the burn in her chest by rubbing her breasts to his shoulder.
"Mnh, Lincoln... No fair!" she pouted, and he watched her.
"Jeez, Lynn, did that really effect you that badly?" He prided himself on his self control, but it almost seemed she didn't have much herself. Her leg wound between his, and she bit her lip, grinding up against him slowly. This of course, had the dual effect of both relieving some of her tension, and arousing Lincoln.
"Lynn... I don't really know what I'm doing... Don't you want to have someone else who's experienced?" She shook her head.
"Linc... I want to learn." Her hand wandered his chest again.
"Can't we... practice a little?" She really did want this. He looked to his door again, then stood, and she made a noise of protest, until she noticed he was locking his door. When he crawled back on the bed, she pulled him immediately against her body, wrapping her arms around him.
"How else are you going to learn, anyway?" she argued, whittling at his defenses.
"F-Fine..." he caved, "But nothing serious." She nodded, unwilling to really go there herself, anyway. But now that she had permission, her curiosity waned back and her hands moved of their own instinct. She was swift to remove his shirt, her face becoming lustful when she got to see his chest.
"Linc... I like this," she admitted, and slipped her hands along his muscles, which weren't too impressive but certainly nothing to scoff at. He momentarily enjoyed the feeling of her fingers on his flesh. After what Luan had done to him earlier, it brought a sense of relief to his body, which had been needed such things.
Lynn pulled them so they were both laying beside each other, and for a while she was simply content to touch his bare flesh, exploring his body. His own hands decided they would do the same, and wandered around to her back, slipping up her shirt, reveling in the smoothness of female flesh. He decided he'd be a little more outgoing, though, than his previous experiences, testing what he could possibly accomplish... His hands rolled over her backside and squeezed, pulling her hips into his, and she let out a noise, moaning softly into his ear, careful to be quiet.
"I didn't know you had a thing for butts," Lynn said softly, and they shared a smile.
"I didn't know you had a thing for guys," he admitted, and she had to hit him on the arm again.
"I'm not Lana," she scolded, but she paused, then, in her exploration, before taking her own bold step. Her hand slowly wandered down, a blush creeping into her cheeks, fingertips pausing at the hem of his pants. He watched her cautiously, and her fingers finally moved, slipping over his package, grabbing him through the fabric. His head fell back in pleasure, and he held any noises he thought about making. They really shouldn't be doing this at a time like this...
Lucy had long since abandoned her hidden post when she'd realized what was going to happen. She didn't need to watch that.
Lynn's face was giddy, almost, when she felt how big he was. If he hadn't been at full mast before, he definitely was now.
"Wow... It's so... Hard," she purred, and he nodded.
"It's your fault," he said, and she chuckled mischievously. She released him, in preference of testing his own backside, gripping his butt and grinding their hips together a bit more. This had the effect of pushing his hardness right against her leg, and he groaned softly for her, which could only excite her more.
"Linc... I really like this," she admitted, and he nodded in understanding.
"Yeah... Now you know why I didn't complain," he said, and pushed his knee in between her legs, rubbing right up to her core. She had to cover her mouth, but what he could hear only egged him on. He rocked his leg up against her a few times, prompting her to cling to him and try to keep quiet.
"Holy shit," she breathed, and he let up, letting her catch her breath for a moment.
"Now we're even... No wait, not quite." He gave her an evil smile, his hands moving up her shirt again, nails trailing against her flesh, like Luan had done to him, as he slowly began to remove her shirt.
Not surprisingly, she wasn't wearing a bra, and as she wasn't nearly as endowed as his older siblings, this fact didn't matter much. But she was beautiful all the same. He found her body delightfully curved, her feminine muscles gave her a tone absent on any of his other older siblings, and he hovered over her to get a good look. She blushed, and after a few seconds, covered herself with her hands.
"Don't stare," she said, embarrassed.
"I only did because I like what I see." Dipping his head down again, he kissed her once more, and she yielded, hands slipping along his chest. He came to rest beside her, but his face moved down, pressing another kiss to her collar bone, and then finally, over one nipple. She moaned, this time a little too harshly, and he stared up at her.
"Sorry," she said, hopefully that hadn't been too loud.
He returned to her nipple, and sucked at it, bit it gently, and she panted for him.
"Wow..." she breathed, "I've never felt anything like this..."
Lincoln grew ever more evil, and his hand quickly found her crotch, sliding two fingers between her lovely thigh gap and over her folds, the thin shorts and her underwear not doing much to stop it. He could feel a dampness, and she had to cover her mouth again, her hips rolled against him. Her other hand had come up, running fingers through his hair as the pleasure set in... But then it wandered lower over his back, and she pushed him from her chest, her fingers moving deftly to undo the button of his pants.
"I need to see it," she said in her greed, her lust, as she promptly undid his shorts and slid them down a little ways, her hand rolling over his ample form. His underwear created the only barrier remaining, but even then, Lincoln felt everything as she ran her fingers along his shaft. She wiggled him about until he poked through the hole of his boxers, and she gasped.
"It's... So hot," she said, the sight effecting her arousal even more, as she started to play with his bare member. He rolled up against her hand, and her fingers moved deftly over him, stroking him without closing around him yet.
"We probably shouldn't be doing this," she admitted, "But..." She started to wiggle out of her own shorts, and he gave her a hand, pulling them swiftly down, smiling at her when he saw Lynn's panties.
"Really? Even these?"
Of course they had logos of her favorite team! Could he really blame her?
"Shut up and take them off," she commanded, her need overriding any other question of what she wanted. The words came with a squeeze of her hand, and Lincoln was quick to do as she told.
When he slid them down, baring her sex, his heart thumped even harder.
"Touch me... I need it," she whined, and he was quick to oblige, running his fingers against her lips again, this time, with nothing in the way to stop him. She buried her face into his shoulder and moaned, her hips rocking against his hand, and he ran two fingers through her crevice, delighting in the wetness. This only made her attentions on him grow, and she squeezed his length, stroking it all the way up and down. He arched into her, and for a moment, they both became a writhing mass of teenage hormones.
"Nnn, more, Linc," she begged, and for a moment, he was at a loss. But the only thing he could think to do now, was...
He aligned the tip of one of his fingers, and pushed it inside of her. She had to bite him to keep from crying out, so she did, but the pain sinking into his shoulder only seemed to enhance the pleasure he was feeling from his cock. She stroked him furiously, and he found it hard to focus as he let his finger dip down into her, roughly repeating the motion several times.
Lynn's first orgasm flooded his palm with juices, but she begged that he not stop. When he added a second finger for her, stretching her slightly, she panted harder, and placed her lips near his ear. Her moans were in whispers, but they were unmistakable, and incredibly sexy. She wished she could've cried out for him, but alas, if anybody found out what they were doing, they were both done for. The athletic teen pushed her breasts up against his bare body, and she stroked him and squeezed him, egging him on.
Lincoln delighted in the wet noises he was making against her flesh as he pumped his fingers in and out of her dripping sex, until finally, she came again, this time her free hand grabbed his wrist and shoved him all the way to the knuckle, holding him there while her other hand gripped the base of his length, the look on her face the sexiest thing he'd ever seen from her. When the throes of orgasm died off, she moved to him, and kissed him hungrily as her hand resumed pumping his girth, but she did something unexpected.
Suddenly he felt her tongue against his lips, and she parted them, coiling it with his own. His face flushed with heat, her hand braced his cheek, her speed increased... It wasn't long before he poured hot seed over her fingers, bucking his hips against her hand as she pressed hard against his lips, trapping his tongue. When his own pleasure simmered down, she removed herself from him, and slumped to the bed, both of them panting heavily.
"Th... That was a workout, and that's coming from me," Lynn said, first to break the silence. She held her fingers up, examining the sticky fluids which webbed between her digits.
"Y-yeah," Lincoln admitted, and he closed his eyes, his length twitching.
"You made my hand a mess..." Lynn chuckled when he held up his own hand, and they both shared a little laugh about it, before wiping themselves clean on his blanket. That would be the second time he'd be cleaning it regardless of who's chore it was...
This time, Lincoln didn't feel guilty afterward. Instead he felt... Elated. Like he could fly, or something. He hoped Lynn wouldn't feel awkward about it.
She replaced her clothes, and fixed her hair.
"I can't believe we just did that," she purred, and he nodded in agreement, "Yeah... It was amazing," he admitted, replacing his own clothes with fresh ones and reaching for his comb.
"Next time, though... Let's wait until nobody else is in the house, okay?" He nodded in agreement, but then did a double-take.
"Wait, next time?" She winked at him as she slipped from his room. The rest of the weekend was mostly uneventful, though now both Luna AND Lynn gave him knowing looks around the house. Luna, he was pretty sure did it just to mess with him, and Lynn, probably because she was thinking about it all the time.
The next day, he was confronted by Lucy before they left for school. She entered his room while he was packing his bag, but of course her stealth skills got her right up behind him before she spoke.
"Lincoln," she said, prompting the boy to jump, before he realized it was her and calmed down.
"Oh, it's just you, Lucy... Sheesh, you really got to learn to knock."
"But that would keep me from spreading fear through the masses," she deadpanned, and he rolled his eyes.
"Anyway, what's up?"
"I know about Lynn, and Luan, and Luna," she said, and he bristled, looking to make sure the door was closed.
"Did she tell you?" Lucy shook her head, and pointed to the vents. He groaned, but she assured him she hadn't stuck around to watch, she wasn't into voyeurism.
"You really need to be careful, Lincoln. Remember what the Tarot said. Conflict. If my suspicions are correct, Luan isn't going to like this if she ever finds out about Lynn, or Luna. I've been prone to her tapes a few times. They're largely focused on you. I think she might have some kind of fixation. Best you let it stay buried, and maybe try and talk to her about it once we've got more medication for her."
He frowned at his younger sister, glad that it was her that had found out and not, say, Lola or Lana. The twins would've ratted him out or blackmailed him for sure. Not to mention their parents, that would've been hell.
"Thanks for the advice, Lucy. And what about you? You're not upset about this?"
She gave a nonchalant shrug.
"Why would I care? You don't think old ghosts married within their family? I think you're playing with fire, but I wouldn't be your sister if I didn't support your choices. Or theirs. Just be careful, and don't get hurt. And try not to crush one of them and break their hearts, either. It's only funny to me when it's people I don't care about." Dark as usual, but he nodded.
"I won't tell, and I'll try to keep your secret safe if I come across any information for you. But you seriously should learn to control yourself a little better. A three-way relationship is difficult at best."
"Where'd you learn all that?"
She grinned mischievously.
"I have my ways." With that, she left him standing there and thinking over her words as she retreated to ready herself for the day as well.
"So you see, Mister Grouse," Lincoln started, he'd finished recounting the tale of Lynn's confusing role in all this as well, still of course leaving out the dirtier secret.
"I've kissed three of my sisters. And that number won't change again, I assure you. But growing up isn't easy, and honestly, I wouldn't have found out half the things I did about women if it weren't for them." The old man nodded to him, rubbing his chin. It seemed like maybe he were going to speak, but he paused for awhile longer, processing it all, before he did.
"So lemme get this straight, Luan was in love with you, Luna was toyin' with you, and Lynn was mostly just curious?" He nodded slowly, figuring that was about the best way he could possibly describe the situation.
"By Jove, that's a pickle. And what about Lucy?"
"She became my eyes and ears to keep things on the down-low," he admitted, "she and I have always been close. Lucy wasn't really very close with any of my other sisters, except maybe Lynn, because they shared a room... But with me, we've been the best of pals all our lives. I'm really the only one that understood her the way she needed. Not to mention the only one who regularly didn't forget to include her in things. But Lucy had a secret far deeper than the one I was harboring."
"Now hold on, boy," Grouse said, "my turn." Lincoln could only concede, so he nodded to the man to continue with his war stories.
[Author's Note: Sorry if war stories aren't your thing. Both my grandparents were in Vietnam, well, one of them was in the secret war in Laos actually, but either way. I'm going to try to keep them far shorter than the main story, but I find it makes the main goodies more desirable if I bounce between a side story when I read books, and this was written to reflect book-like style. Plus I like a little action every so often, of the non-sexual nature of course.
You may have asked yourself why I'd ever bother writing this story. Answer: FOR THE LULZ
I'd like to take a moment to say how much I really enjoy writing for Lucy. I'd say she's probably my favorite Loud. I played with the idea of her being the victim of a love-sick affair with Lincoln, briefly, when I started writing this story, but in my mind she's just not interested in such earthly things. While I am attempting to remain highly realistic in the story, yes, even with Luan's strange ability to simply know a card in a deck (I've met people who can do that, one was actually schizophrenic) there will be a single sort of breach from reality, so keep your eye open for it. And as always, thanks for reading my smut! XD 4,000 views woo, about 200ish of you seem to have read pretty much the entire thing. That's awesome. I didn't expect I'd ever have an audience so large, so it's nice to know that my writing is being read. KEEP BEING AWESOME! EDIT: It quickly hit 5,000 views. Dayum!
Also for the nerds out there:
STR - Lori (force and intimidation)
DEX - Lana/Lily (ranged attacks)
CON - Luna/Lynn (stamina)
INT - Lisa/Leni (knowledge/craft rolls, dawg)
WIS - Lucy/Lincoln (spellcraft/willpower)
CHA - Luan/Lola (perform/charm)
The idea of Leni as an INT-based crafting character is hilarious to me. INT score doesn't reflect how oblivious you are, so technically, since Leni's actually quite capable, this could be the case. If you have your own reason to categorize the theoretical DND Louds, leave a comment, cuz I'm interested!]