Well, this chapter is the official beginning of the "second" part of this story. It probably won't be as long as the first, but it will have a lot of fun stuff. Like angst, drama, lives being ruined, families being shattered… you know, the good stuff :D

Before we begin; thanks to everyone who's read up until this point, and to the many people who reviewed last chapter.

At some point or another, in many celebrity's lives, there is a leak. It's to be expected. With so many eyes watching a fallible, fragile human being, it's only a matter of time and luck before a mistake is made, and nude pictures, charged comments and even sex tapes are released. Some people care, others don't, others simply enjoy the material they've been blessed with. It's a scandal for a while, and then people move on.

But this wasn't an ordinary scandal. It wasn't an ordinary sex leak. A sex tape of a rock star being leaked showing said rocker with her brother? Everyone in the world knew their lives were over.

Especially Luna. Her career and personal life disintegrated with one faulty click of a button.

And there it was on the living room TV, where everyone in the family, sans Rita, was watching with horrified and confused eyes.

"LUAN, YOU BITCH!" she screamed as she pounced on her younger sibling, wrestling her to the ground. She raised her fists angrily, her eyes filled with fiery hate, and began aggressively punching the comedienne. Her heart beat against her chest like her fists against Luan's face, and her entire vision blurred as burning tears began to fall from her eyes. Luan only made the faintest effort to defend herself against the blows, and if it wasn't for Lynn and Lori pulling Luna off, she might've allowed Luna to punch her into a coma.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Lynn Sr. roared, and everyone froze. Eleven pairs of eyes gazed at him following his unusual outburst, and the middle aged man let out an angry sigh. He turned to look at his black haired daughter. "Lucy… please take your younger sisters upstairs." Lucy's mouth quivered, but neither she nor the youngest sisters made an attempt to argue. She gave a light nod, and beckoned towards Lana, Lola, Lisa and Lily to come with her.

"You don't have to be here either, Lynn Jr." the patriarch said.

"I… I think I'll stay," the tomboy responded in a shaking tone. She cast a look at her brother, whose entire frame was trembling and frightful. She wanted to comfort him, but she couldn't even stand looking at him for too long. After what she saw and heard on the news, she could barely stomach him looking back at her.

She clenched her fists and bit her lip, deciding to keep silent and look away.

"Well… seeing as your mother is… occupied right now..." he said, checking over his shoulder to his room, where Rita Loud was undoubtedly crying at that moment, "I'm going to try and keep myself together to… to do something, I guess..."

"Dad, I..." Lincoln started before the older man raised his hand to silence him.

"Lincoln, not a single word out of your mouth unless I tell you to speak. Understand?"

The nervous boy shook his head quickly, chilled by his father's dark attitude. Lynn Sr. sat down on the couch, his back hunched and his face obscured by his hands and the shadows they cast. His pupils darted between Luna and Lincoln, and his face was marred by an odd expression. It was a swirl of disgust, disappointment, self-hatred, anger, fear and doubt… yet there was also sympathy, compassion and paternal love. He let out a nervous chuckle, shaking his head. "What am I even supposed to say? I mean… your mother and I practiced for nearly everything. We thought we did. We knew what to do if one of you came out as gay, or switched religions, or moved out, or started smoking… but this? What am I supposed to say, kiddos? You tell me."

No one said anything. Truthfully, they were all in the same position as their father. Leni stood in the corner, trying to make herself seem small to avoid being called on to answer. Lori slowly edged her way in between her father and Luna, already preparing for the inevitable fight. Lynn simply stared at the corner of the room, where a spider was sucking the life out of an unfortunate insect. Lynn envied that bug.

Finally, Luna let out a nervous cough, and everyone looked back to her. "I'm sorry," she said in a low voice. "I'm so sorry about this."

"Sorry about what? About indoctrinating your brother into sex, or about getting caught and exposing our family to the whole world?" Lynn Sr. asked coolly.

"That wasn't my fault. That was Luan's."

"So you're just sorry that you were recorded. But being in love with your brother is fine. Is that what you're saying?"

"Pops, you're being unreasonable."

"Luna, I understand that we all don't control who we fall in love with. But that doesn't apply to your siblings. You had so many options. That nice boy in your band, the girl Sam that you were so head over heels for… why not them? Why… why your brother?"

His voice cracked, losing the interrogative edge. Lori gestured to Leni to go into the kitchen, and Leni nodded, rushing in and coming back with a cool glass of water. She gave it to her father, who clasped the cup with both hands and drank from it. He didn't even bother wiping his mouth when he finished, his gaze and mind as focused on Luna as a lion's on a paralyzed, young antelope.

Luna's mind tried to formulate a strong answer, but the powerful stare of the aged man set Luna on edge. She could feel her hands trembling and beads of sweat forming. She forgot where she was, as the image of the stage returned to her mind. She was performing, again, and the audience was staring at her with disapproval and disdain. She could feel the tension rising, her entire mind was flooded with stress and anguish. She opened her mouth to say something, but all she could feel coming was a loud and pained scream…

"Because we're in love," Lincoln said, stepping forward. Luna closed her mouth, the scream never able to escape. Lincoln swallowed nervously, and felt a rush of what was either bravery or suicidal impulse, and stepping closer to Luna. "Because me and her are in love. I don't know if it's healthy, and I do know it's not normal, but… I'm sorry, but I love Luna. And I know she feels the same for me."

Lynn's nostrils flared. "You can love your sister, Lincoln. But why love her the way a man loves his w- No, I can't say that. Marriage is holy. This is… I don't know what this is," he growled.

"I can't explain it, Dad. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry that feeling this way has hurt everyone, especially Luna. But I can't control how I feel. Didn't you once tell me, when I was falling for Cristina, and she was way above my league, that the heart wants what it wants?"

"There's a difference between a poor boy dating a rich girl, and a brother dating his sister."

"Dad, you're literally getting a bit heated," Lori pointed out.

"I… I don't even know anymore..." Lynn Sr. said, all the anger ebbing from his body again, and he again slumped into a depressed position on his couch.

"Maybe we should deal with this another time. Everyone's a bit too stressed right now," Lynn Jr. suggested with an awkward shrug. She, like everyone else, honestly just wanted this all to be over.

"There is one thing we need to talk about right now… are we going to get kicked out?" Luna asked, clutching her chest with fright at the prospect. She couldn't imagine living with her family viewing her as an incestuous freak, but she could imagine living on the streets with the carnivorous paparazzi out there, just waiting to flash a camera on her fall from public favor. She could even feel claws on her skin at that very moment, and she glanced back at the window to make sure there were no grinning reporters holding microphones in their gloved hands.

"I..." Lynn Sr. rubbed his chin in thought. He had been considering it. Simply tossing his two deviant children onto the streets might make things easier on Rita and his children, and would serve as an appropriate punishment. But then his fatherly instincts overtook his more reasonable/wrathful side. His daughter was shivering and vulnerable, and his son was equally as scared. He couldn't completely push his feelings of disappointment aside, but he couldn't push his love for his children to the side either.

And all this because Luan wanted to sleep in someone else's room.

"No. I won't kick either of you out. For better or worse, this is your home."

Luna and Lincoln brightened up slightly.

"But…I'm going to impose harsher rules now. Lincoln, from now on, you're sleeping in the garage. Take a mattress there right now, and get some of your stuff tomorrow. From now on, you two will not be allowed alone together. If you are together, someone else must be there with you. And I swear to the heavens above if you get any of your younger sisters involved in any of this, at any level… I will throw you out myself. Do you two understand?"

"Y-yes," Lincoln said obediently, Luna nodding.

"Good. Now leave me alone. All of you. Except Lori."

The siblings all gave each other nervous stares, but listened to their father, filing out up the stairs, each avoiding directly touching each other. Lori slowly approached Lynn, who let out a heavy sigh as he turned on the TV. The young blonde onscreen was an impassioned rant, flinging her finger angrily at her panel. The sound was muted, but Lynn Sr. and Lori could still read the headline below.

FAMOUS POPSTAR FALLS FROM GRACE, AND LANDS ON HER BROTHER!

"Lori, I'm really tired. I need you to do two things for me."

"Anything, Dad."

A thin smile curled onto his lips. "Thank you, honey. First, your mother is crying in her room. Please go talk to her. Comfort her. Do whatever you need to get her to calm down while I take care of some things. And second… tomorrow we'll probably have some reporters swarming our family. Piranhas and vultures looking for your brother and sister. If you see them bothering anyone or standing around at our door..."

His grin grew more mischievous and twisted, and a hint of the old Lynn Loud Sr. shone through the cracks. "Feel free to put those karate classes to good use."

Lincoln didn't talk to anyone as he made his way into his former room and grabbed some blankets and pillows from the closet. Luan tried to accost him, most likely to give him a tearful apology, but Lincoln wasn't interested at all.

His adult life was over before it even really began.

His phone had been buzzing for a while, as phone calls, text messages and social media pings flooded his screen. He grit his teeth through all of it, not responding to a single one, other than a lone message from Girl Jordan; Is it true?

Yes, he simply responded. She didn't have the same hostile or judgmental tone, so he felt comfortable talking to her. He watched as she typed a message, anxiously awaiting her verdict. What was she going to call him? A pervert? An idiot? A victim? A twisted, incest-loving mouth breather that would…

Are you ok?!

For some reason, that was the message that broke him.

He didn't deserve Jordan's sympathy. It was too good for him.

He tossed the phone at the wall, and all the notifications stopped as the screen cracked open. Then he returned to his blankets and pillows.

"Lincoln?"

He turned around, and found Lisa staring up at him, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "I came to inform you that… in a stressful time like this-"

"Save it, Lisa. I don't want to hear it," he sighed wearily.

"Very well. Um… one thing before I return to my bed is, er, that I do not hold negative feelings towards you or Luna. My own views on incest are different than most of mainstream society's, but putting that aside… I feel like you need to know you have support in these times."

Lincoln smiled at her, patting her thick hair. "Thank you, Lisa. You're not just saying that because you want to study any kids we might make, right?"

"Perish the thought."

After he finished talking to Lisa, he walked through the hallway without saying another word to another soul. He had a burning desire to talk to Luna and Luan, but decided now was not the best time. For his sake more than their own, if he was being perfectly honest with himself. He bundled the thick blankets and walked out the door, trying to ignore his mother's loud wailing and sobbing.

He entered the garage, and groaned. He knew his father had expected him to use the old bed they had in there, but he didn't feel like cleaning off the webs and mouse poop. He simply opened the car door to Vanzilla and wiggled his way inside, laying out a blanket to cover the seats and a pillow to lay his head on, and then wrapped himself in a thicker, warmer blanket.

And as he drifted off to sleep, his thoughts returned to Luna.

Decided to chop this chapter in half. I like that ending line. AndIt'sTotallyNotBecauseIWantedToShowThatGuyInTheReviewsThatIPostFastAsFuck