87crazytaxi: Thank you, I'm glad with how this is turning out as well.

Jeff: It's all that salt, man. You gotta let it go before you start slipping up more. Sodium poisoning is very serious.

Fapnado 2The Fappening: If she does, it'll be in the OC car. Give it a nice sticky seat, just like Vanzilla.

"… and that's what I call an ice cream special. Ha ha, geddit? Well, until next time. And remember to always Luan Out Loud!"

And with that title drop out of the way, Luan hit the stop button on her handheld video camera. She scrolled through the footage of herself, and frowned slightly. It wasn't the best episode of Luan Out Loud she had ever done, but then again it was just a vlog. Those got less views anyways. Plus, she had more important things to worry about now that the recording was finally done.

The camcorder spit out a shiny CD, and Luan placed it flat on her desk, right besides another disc. This other one chilled her to look at, and if she could have it her way, she'd simply smash the thing, throw the remains in the trash, feed the trash to the natural wildlife and then have those creatures exterminated to make sure no trace of it remained. But she couldn't do that. She was bound by a sense of family and duty, which made her feel ill, considering the horrid imagery she was going to have to subject herself to in order to help her family.

She was, thankfully, distracted when her phone began to ring. She checked the caller, and she smiled to herself when she saw the soft smile of a certain brown haired young man on her phone. "H-hi Benny," she stammered into her phone.

"Hey Luan. I was just wondering if you did some of the winter homework we got assigned. I lost track of time," Benny lightly chuckled on the other side of the call.

"Sure. But, you know, it's not like you to forget to do your work."

"I was busy spending time with my sister. Some real nice wholesome family time, you know?"

Luan grit her braced teeth, her heart stabbed by jealousy. Yeah, I did know before I caught my brother and sister doing the mommy-daddy dance, she thought, before covering her mouth. She worried she could accidentally say that out loud. "Y-yeah, I'm happy for you. Let me just grab my work, okay?"

"Sure. I have to go now anyways, so just send me some pictures. Bye!"

"Yeah, bye," Luan sighed. She hit the red button to close the call, and reached into her backpack to pull out a thin packet of math problems their geometry teacher had assigned them. She couldn't help but feel annoyed as she snapped pictures of the questions she (or rather, Lisa) had solved, but her resentment wasn't directed towards her curly haired classmate.

No, it was directed towards the fine lady and proper gentlemen sleeping in her room down the hall… probably with each other, as her footage showed.

And with every click of her phone's camera and blinding flash of light, Luan felt a hint of spiteful glee at the idea of exposing her siblings to Mom and Dad. It wasn't a thing she had to do anymore… it was something she got to do.

"Well, I guess it's better than Lana being the one that does it… poor girl would leave a trail of puke if she found two of her siblings fucking on the bed."

Luan slowly marched down the stairs towards her parents' room, with an oddly stiff and robotic posture, a disc in her right hand. When she reached their room, she knocked on their door with her left hand, and couldn't stop herself from setting up a "Knock knock," joke. She grinned to herself, waiting for her jovial father to respond "Who's there?"

But when the old man didn't respond within five seconds, Luan pursed her lips.

"Mom and Dad aren't here right now," she heard a soft voice come from behind her. She practically jumped in her place with a loud gasp, accidentally tossing her disc to the floor. She got on her knees and reached for it, looking up to angrily scold her sibling. "Lucy, how many times do I have to tell you..."

It wasn't Lucy staring down at her with wide eyes, however. It was Lincoln, who had taken a step back defensively. And right by his side was Luna, also looking down at Luan with surprise and just a hint of amusement.

Lincoln and Luna, standing right there before her. Together. Luan could just feel her stomach churn.

"Sorry, Luan." the young boy apologized as he dropped to his knees to help Luan. "I guess I'm channeling my inner Lucy today, huh?" Lincoln chuckled lightly, expecting Luan to do the same. When she didn't, he let out a fake cough and started running his fingers over the carpet until he felt a different texture against his skin. "Found it. Here you go, Luan," he said as he offered her the CD she had dropped.

"Thanks," Luan said bluntly, snatching it from his paws. She immediately started rubbing it with her shirt, hoping it didn't get scratched by the thick fibers of the carpet. Damn you, Leni, why did you have to choose such a nice rug?

"Well, anyways, Mom and Dad are a little busy today. First, they're going to drop Lisa off at the museum. Then they're taking Leni to visit one of her friends in the hospital, and making sure Leni doesn't bring any flowers her friend is allergic to like last time. And after that, they have to go to the grocery store and, if we're being honest, they'll probably be delayed at the museum when Lisa does something to get in trouble with the security. So yeah, they might not be here until later tonight."

"Dang it. I needed to show them this before I upload my vlog."

"Show them what?" Luna asked. Maybe Luan was imagining it, but she detected a hint of suspicion in her tone.

"Oh, nothing. Just a… home video," Luna lied nervously. She grinned widely, a lot like Lisa did when she asked one of her siblings if they would join her for a 'regular medical checkup.' If Luna wasn't suspicious before, she was now. Her eye twitched, and she frowned at the younger girl, bringing the image of an investigator to Luan's mind. Lincoln, however, was a lot more trusting, and his face lit up with a curious smile. "Oh, can we see?"

Luan still couldn't believe such a wide eyed beaming boy was a deviant. But then again, the evidence was in her fingers. The evidence he was asking to see…

"Sorry, Linc. Mom and Dad's eyes only. I know that not seeing what's on this CD is going to make you burn with curiosity, but it's for the best."

"Was that burn supposed to be a pun?"

Luan sighed. "Yeah. You know… like burning videos to a DVD. It was a stretch, wasn't it?"

Both siblings nodded in unison.

Oh, what do they know? They're banging each other, they clearly have bad taste.

That thought subtly horrified Luan. The casual tone that raced through her mind as she made a tame joke about her siblings performing incestuous acts on each other made her shiver. If she didn't confront them or have her parents confront them about it, she could end up normalizing it. No, she needed to ensure she kept up her repulsion. It was for a good cause, in the end. Her sister and brother needed help, so it was okay to view them as freaks for a while, and take their condition absolutely seriously.

She then locked eyes with Luna. As angry as she was with her, and disgusted as she was with her… she knew in that moment, meeting her sister's large brown eyes, that she couldn't stop loving her. And that's what she was doing here. Trying to help Luna because she loved her. A little twisted sense of revenge could help sweeten the deal, sure, but their family had always been a bit dysfunctional. After all, they…

"Do you want something, brah?" Luna asked.

Dang it, Luan, stop rambling to yourself. You sound like a crazy person, going back and forth about why you're doing this.

"Nothing," was all Luan said as she walked past her siblings, aggressively bumping her shoulder against Luna's arm, and marching up the stairs back to her room. She hopped back on her bed, tossing the disc onto her desk next to her computer and her Luan Out Loud vlog.

"And here I thought I could make myself feel better by uploading that after I show Mom and Dad my evidence… I guess I'll have to do them in reverse now. Damn, this is the problem with making promises for upload times."

She sighed, then closed her eyes and lay her face on the cool pillow. Well, you know what they say; when in doubt, nap it out.

"Luan was acting a bit funny, don't you think?"

"Well, yeah, that's her thing." Lincoln tore open the new milk carton and poured himself a tall, white glass of milk before sitting down next to Luna at the kitchen table. He licked his lips before gulping the entire cup down, much to Luna's shock.

"How do you not get brain freeze from that?"

Lincoln shrugged, and Luna shook her head. "Never mind, that's besides the point. What I meant was… don't you think Luan was acting a bit suspicious?"

"Not really. She's not really the most subtle person in the world, you know. Plus, even if she were, what would she be hiding from us?"

Luna rubbed her chin, groaning in annoyance. "I guess nothing much, unless… Linc, do you think that maybe there's a chance that she… dude, do you think maybe she knows about us?"

Lincoln shook in his seat. He took a deep, shaking breath as the dark possibility loomed over his head like a noxious cloud of smog. His already-pale skin paled, and his eyes widened with fear. Could Luan know about us? She could have easily heard or seen us, if she had just been walking around at night. I know she does that from time to time. And… oh, fuck, she does have those cameras…

Then he shook his head, trying to calm himself. "Th-there's no way," he commented, shifting in his seat, "Let's say she did somehow find out about me and you… together. Do you think she would've been that calm when talking to us? She would've flipped out or something. We're still in the clear… I think."

Luna hummed quietly to herself as she contemplated what her brother said. "Maybe I'm just being paranoid. To be honest, I have been thinking about it lately. Like, how long can we keep this up? How long can we keep it a secret from everyone? The beans are going to spill eventually."

"Not if we're careful."

"Bro, you of all people should know that no matter how careful you are, life finds a way to stick it up your rear," she chuckled, patting him lightly on the shoulder. "But seriously, even if Luan doesn't know right now, how long will it take her to find out? Or maybe not even her. What if Lori needs to use the bathroom one night and ends up seeing us? Or Lana tells everyone about the moaning and thuds in our room? Or… or… I don't even know!"

"Luna, just calm down, you're hyperventilating," Lincoln tried to calm his sister by offering her a paper bag. "Look, I get that you're worried, but you can't keep making up these fantasy scenarios to scare yourself. How about… sometime soon we can come up with a bunch of contingency plans?"

"That sounds chill, yeah."

Lincoln grinned. "No one's ever called my plans chill before."

"Don't get a hard-on, bro. Save that for later," Luna stuck out her tongue teasingly, before softening her expression. "And, uh, just one last quick question, if you don't mind..."

"What is it?"

"If, um, we do get… exposed or something, and everyone in the fam finds out… would you still stick by me? Like, do you promise not to throw me aside and flip out?"

Lincoln didn't even wait for a moment to answer the older girl's question. He wrapped his hands around her tense fingers, and squeezed tightly. He looked her in the eyes, his pupils burning with a passionate yet angry love that made Luna's heart skip a beat. "I would never abandon you, Luna. I didn't throw you aside when you returned to us, and I won't do it because you loved me too much."

Her lips curved into a soft smile, and she pressed them against his mouth. The two closed their eyes and enjoyed each other's flavor, separating to find a thin, gleaming trail of spit connecting their tongues. "This is why I love you, Lincoln," she cooed, breaking the rope that connected their mouths.

She stood up and stretched, looking at the clock hanging on the wall next to the refrigerator. "Well, look at the time. I need to get back to that song I was writing. Hopefully the muse'll sing to me today," she grinned impishly at the freckled boy. "Enjoy your drink, Milkcoln. Makes your breath taste like cheese."

"Lynn taught you that, didn't she?" Lincoln frowned as Luna let out a rough, barking laugh.

So when I told my brain I wanted to take a nap, was that code for 'I want to sleep through the whole afternoon and right into dinner time'?

Luan woke up in a grouchy mood. Who came up with the lie that naps were refreshing? She always ended up waking with sore eyes and a bad temper. Maybe it was just her…

"Well, at least I get to upload my vlog. That usually cheers me up," Luan said with a smile. She gracefully leaped off the bed with fae-like symmetry and grabbed a disc. With a peaceful sigh, she stuffed it into her computer. With a few clicks of her mouse and a few clickity clacks of her keyboard, the brown haired clown hit upload and watched the video come to life…

Nah, just kidding, there was a waiting time for upload.

"Fifteen minutes? Lisa must be using up all the bandwidth again for her weird science… things."

Luan rolled her eyes as she grabbed the other CD and began walking slowly out into the hall. Her parents were no doubt home by now, as she saw Leni walk up the stairs and into her room. She gulped, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She really didn't want to do this.

"I have to. My brother and sister are sick. Do it for Lincoln… and do it for Luna..."

She exhaled, and with a newfound surge of confidence she continued her walk down. Her parents were sitting the living room, warm smiles on their faces as they watched a nice old lady on the TV explain how to bake the perfect brownies. Luan could feel her heart shattering with every step. She had no idea how they would react, but she imagined it would involve a lot of crying and yelling.

"Hey, Mom, Dad, can I talk to you two? In private?" she asked.

Lynn Sr. looked back at his daughter with concern, and reached for the remote, muting the cooking show. "Sure thing, honey. Is it about boy stuff?" he grinned.

Luan winced. "Kind of."

The three Louds moved into the privacy of Lynn and Rita's room, and the parents plopped themselves down on the bed, Luan standing right before them, swaying and shifting with nervousness. "Well, honey, what is it?" Rita asked.

Luan took a deep breath, steadying herself. "Mom, Dad, what you would you do if I told you that Luna and Lincoln are… they are..."

She couldn't say it. Her throat bulged every time she tried to say it. Lynn raised an eyebrow at the comedienne. "What's wrong with Luna and Lincoln? Are they sick? Dang it, if one kid gets the ding dang flu, it always starts passing around."

"It's not the flu, Dad. It's something worse. I… I don't want to say it. Here, I got a video of it," she said, shaking the CD in her hands, "Just… be warned it's bad."

Her father took it from her, a worried frown on his face. He grabbed his black laptop from the desk next to his bed, and opened it. Luan could see the lights reflecting in her parents' eyes as they inserted the disc and opened the video file.

She trembled as she watched her mother cover her mouth.

"Luan… this is..."

"I know, Mom, it's..."

"Luan, this isn't that bad. You got the lights correctly, and everything looks good."

Luan blinked. U wot?

"Oh, is this the vlog you're supposed to release today?" her father asked with an excited grin, turning the computer so that Luan could see the screen. She could see her own face, talking into the camera and waving her hand slightly. "Sorry the sound's broken on my computer, but this seems good so far. Wait… was this one of your pran- honey, where are you going?"

Luan's breath was ragged as she raced up the stairs, her eyes wide with horror. She shoved Leni to the ground as she ran into her room, immediately grabbing her computer and slamming every button on the keyboard. "No, no, no, no, no… cancel, cancel, CANCEL!"

It was no use.

In bold letters, a message was displayed across the screen.

Upload 100% complete.

And the thumbnail of the video was not her beaming face, but Luna and Lincoln… naked together.

One last thought raced through Luan's mind before she fainted, her heart racing with pure shock and fear. A simple thought, made up of four words.

What have I done?