After the Lori "incident" occurred, Lincoln wasn't much for the world outside his bedroom.
Just as Lucy before him had isolated herself in the attic, quiet and motionless, Lincoln now spent his days in his corner of his room. When he awoke in the early morning, he would sit with his head buried in his knees for hours, only moving to wiggle his toes on his bed sheets. He would spend that time in absolute silence, only broken by the occasional laugh or sob. When the midday sun rolled around, he would stand and find something to distract himself with. A video game, a paddle-ball, or even something as simple as the soft touch of his stuffed animal. He supposed that he should be embarrassed to still be cuddling Bun Bun, but it gave him comfort, and no one would be cruel enough to take that away from him.
He had no idea what was going on with the rest of his family, and the rest of the town. He felt disassociated and isolated from everyone, as though there were a barrier blocking him from his own perspective. He could see his father come into his room to talk to him, he could see his father put a comforting hand on his shoulder, he could see himself thanking his dad for caring for him, but he wasn't there. He was watching someone else put on a show, and the moment he started to relate to the characters in that twisted show, it felt painful. It felt unreal. It felt like someone he had known and cherished his whole life had attempted to rape and kill him… that was what happened, after all. Wasn't it? He couldn't be sure… it had been a while since he thought about it. Come to think of it… how many days had he spent locked up in his room?
"I think I'm starting to lose my mind," he groaned, placing a shaking hand over his weary eye. He glanced at a mirror with his other eye, and scowled. His hair was messy and his face was dirty with stains from the meager amount of food his family brought him despite his wishes to not be disturbed. He stood up and lumbered over to the mirror, grabbing a handful of white tissues as dousing them with water, before rubbing them on his mouth and cheeks, cleaning some of the stains. "That's better," he murmured, before pouring some water on his palm and fingers and running them through his hair. When he finished, he looked at himself, and he allowed himself a bit of a smile. "Yeah, that's way better."
He looked towards the doorway, and hesitated. "Am I really ready to go back to everyone else? Am I ready to… go back to that world?"
The world outside his door was painful, Lincoln knew. It was a world of hurt and hate and confusion. It was a place where someone he loved… someone he still loved, no matter how hard he tried not to… had attempted to do horrible things to him. His room was warm and safe. The hallways, if he remembered correctly, were noisy and violent, and the downstairs was crowded and nasty. And the basement was someplace he didn't even want to think about. All he could picture when he thought of it was Lori's twisted love, and it made him shiver so hard he wanted to vomit.
"Baby steps, Lincoln. Baby steps," he repeated to himself as he began walking slowly towards the doorway. He congratulated himself when he made it there, though he was fully aware of his lackluster achievement. It made him smile lightly.
But when he reached up and touched the doorknob, a thought raced to his mind like an electric bolt. The images of the sisters he would be seeing outside flooded his brain, and a troubling question emerged from that…
If I went out and saw them, who would they be seeing right now? Lincoln the brother or Lincoln the deviant?
There was a disassociation, and it caused him a moment of panic and stress. If Lori knew about him and his secrets, who else knew? Did Luan know? Were Lana and Lola laughing behind his back about it? Was Luna grinning sickly when she imagined him and Lucy having sex with each other?
"Even after all the secrets… even after all the lies and hiding, my secrets still came out," he gasped to himself. He clutched the doorknob as he fell to the ground in a cold sweat. "What are they planning for me out there? Are they going to tie me up too? What's even happening to me? I just wanted to write comics and watch TV back then. When did everything get so… why did it all..."
His venting was cut short when he heard a knock at the door, which unfortunately only heightened his paranoia. He gasped and shot back away from the door, scrambling to get to his bed. "N-No one's here. I mean, I'm busy!"
"Lincoln, please, can we talk?"
It wasn't his father's voice on the other side of the door. It was a softer voice. One that he could recognize even through a thousand doors. He swallowed before he said "Come in, Lynn."
The door opened slowly, revealing Lynn in the light of the bright hallway. The light was beautiful on her smooth, thick auburn hair, and her freckles seemed to luminate softly, like precious aether. She gave him a soft smile before closing the door behind her, and sitting down besides him on the ground. She looked at him, and raised her fist. "So, I guess this is a bad time for a shoulder punch, huh?"
"What do you think?"
Lynn shrugged. "Put the fist down?"
"Yeah, that would be a good idea right now."
"Alright. And now that that little icebreaker is out of the way… how are you holding up, little bro?" she asked, concern punctuating the little bro of her statement.
"I don't… I don't even know anymore," he sighed, rubbing his face with his dry palms. "Maybe we should just get out of here. I mean, I was going to go out anyways. I should talk to everyone else."
"Are you sure? Cause the way you're babbling… you don't really sound like you're completely up for it. I know there's a lot on your mind, so maybe you should… I don't know, talk to me about it."
"What's there to talk about? Lori tried to do something horrible to me, she was taken away, and after that everything just become a slow blur."
"Sounds like there's a lot to talk about, then," Lynn chuckled.
"Maybe. I just don't know who I can talk to about all this. Aside from Bun Bun, but our talks tend to be pretty… one-sided," he glanced back at the small toy. He wondered if it would answer him if its mouth wasn't sewn shut.
"Well, I'm here. And correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't promise each other that we'd be together no matter what, through thick and thin," she said, wrapping her arm around her brother. He flinched at the first womanly contact he had in days, but let her draw him closer. Her scent was herbal and comforting, which was odd for Lynn. She must've showered before coming to see him, which told Lincoln volumes about how seriously she was taking this.
"I don't think you'd be happy if I told you everything," he noted.
"I don't think you'd be happy if you kept everything bottled inside. Lincoln, what happened to you is something people pay therapists to talk about. I know you don't want that, but I can't let you just sit here and rot away. I won't let you, and I'm stubborn enough to go get a psychology degree myself if I have to."
Lincoln smiled. "I thought you hated psychology."
"That's not true. I like the part where it says people feel awesome after exercise. But that's not the point. The point is that I don't want to see the guy I love so much waste into nothing. I c-care too much about you to do that," she stammered, blushing lightly.
Lincoln sighed, but nodded in agreement. She was right. He wasn't helping anyone by cutting himself off and squatting under some blankets. He had initially cut himself off because he needed time to heal, but talking to someone, especially someone you loved, was a part of that process. He shivered under her warm touch, and she drew him in a little closer. "It's okay, Lincoln. I'm here for you," she whispered into his ear.
"Alright, alright," he said to prepare himself, "I guess the first thing I want to know is what happened to Lori? She was taken away but what..."
"They're looking into her case and profile. She, uh, might've been insane. Like actual crazy. That's why she tried to hurt you, Linc. The normal, healthy Lori loves you, Lincoln, she would've never tried to hurt you like that. It's just… something misfired in her head."
Lincoln looked up. "So she doesn't actually hate me or see me as a pest?"
"I know for a fact that the real Lori doesn't."
"I guess that makes me feel… a little better, I guess. Not entirely better, though."
"It'll take time, I know. Coach always said time heals all wounds. And while he was talking about my broken ankle, I think the same works here."
"Is it weird that I still love her? Even before you told me that, I… I watched her in the basement. When she was holding a knife over my face and ready to stab me to death, she seemed so broken and… I wanted to help her. Maybe if she had someone to help her through everything, she wouldn't have done what she did."
"She's not completely blameless, you know," Lynn pointed out. "She had Bobby, and she broke up with him to do what she did. If she needed someone to make her feel whole again, she had that someone already."
"What are you trying to say?"
"What I'm saying is… I don't know how to say it exactly, but I'm trying to tell you that no one was an angel or a devil here. Lori wasn't, Bobby wasn't, me and Luna weren't, and you're not. So don't beat yourself up too hard."
"That's hard to believe when I'm drowning in my own sins," Lincoln muttered.
"What do you mean?"
"When Lori had me down there, tied up and legs pressed to the chair… she made me think about everything I had been doing with you and everyone else. I've… I've really done and seen it all. Incest, dark magic… Lynn, I think I need to come clean with you. I… I might've cheated on you."
"What? With Lucy? That's fine. I know you two love each other, and I gave you my blessing. I mean, reluctantly, but still..."
"No, not Lucy. Leni. I… I slept with Leni. That night when we were bunking together, and she saw me in need so we..."
Lincoln fell silent, and Lynn didn't say anything. She stared at the ground, biting on her bottom lip, as she processed what he had just told her. "Um… Lincoln, can I remind you something?"
"What?"
"Look, I love you a lot, okay? And I know that you love me a lot. We're really close and all. I'm not really threatened by you being with other women, because… I mean, let's face it, our relationship has always been a bit open."
"I guess so, but I still feel guilty."
"Don't be. I'm a little jealous and everything, but I know you love Leni. You've loved her for a long time. And you know how I just said we had an open thing?" Lynn asked. When Lincoln nodded, the young woman blushed a little. "Well, uh, while you weren't around… me and Lucy, umm..."
His eyes widened. "You didn't," he gasped in astonishment.
"Not even gonna lie, she's pretty skilled with her tongue. But my point here is that… what you, me, Lucy and Leni have is love. True love. The kind of love that so many people wish they could have. And you know what I think about love?"
"What?"
"Love is… freedom, essentially. It's one of the best things in the world, and it changes people for the better. But it can only do so if it isn't caged and contained. It lets people free themselves, and open themselves to someone else, and in return lovers should let it spread as far as they can. That's what I think. So if you love Leni and I love Lucy, it doesn't hurt us. Because in the end, we still love each other. We're still soulmates."
Lincoln's jaw gaped at what he was hearing, and his face read of surprise and shock. Lynn let herself look dignified and wise for a moment, before Lincoln said "Alright, where did you read that from?"
"You're no fun," Lynn stuck out her tongue before answering "Lucy said that to me the other day. It stuck with me, and I think it's true. Love happens between a lot of people, and it's not healthy to deny or suppress that."
"Is it healthy for those lots of people to all be your relatives, though? That's what Lori said to me. That because I kept falling in love with my sisters, I've dragged all of you down. I mean..."
"She's wrong," Lynn said stubbornly. "And maybe it isn't healthy, but that's what life dealt us. It's not fair, obviously, and sometimes I wish you weren't my brother. I wish that we were two random people from random families, and that one day we'd meet and then we could fall in love from there. But we didn't get that, and yet love still bloomed. Are we really going to let something as spiritual as love by defined by our physical bodies?"
"Did Lucy also say that to you?"
"No. I came up with it myself," Lynn boasted. "Because it's true. Does it matter that our bodies share the same DNA? I personally don't care, because to me, love is a soulful thing. And soul is what's really true. The body is just a tool for the soul, and people who believe otherwise are usually the most shallow. Take it from me; no one knows the body better than an athlete, and I know that it can never truly live up to what our minds and souls are capable of. So we work with it, and we improve on it, but we can't let it define us or control us. Do you understand now, you stupid little shithead? How many times do I have to say 'I love you' for you to finally stop being lame and just accept it?!"
"Come on, Lynn, I'm supposed to be a victim of violence here," Lincoln protested.
"You're right. I'm sorry, but you can really be a frustrating Lame-O, you know?" Lynn said. They both laughed, and Lynn tightened her grip on her brother, holding him close. When she had come into the room, he had been a shaking, nervous mess. Now, while there was still fear and doubt in his baggy eyes, there was a smile on his face.
"So, what are you going to down? Ready to leave your nerd cave and get back to everyone else?"
"Yeah, I think I am. But before I do, there's something I want to think about. Something important… for everyone."
"I don't get it, but you do you. I promise I'll support you all the way. Well, unless it involves wearing a dress. Those things aren't really my style."
"I don't know, Lynn. I think you'd look really good in a dress. Most girls look their best in a dress," he smirked.
"So when are you going to get your dress?" she snarked back with a teasing grin, before standing up and stretching her long, lean arm. Lincoln stood up as well, with less grace, as he groaned tiredly. She smacked him gently on his back, a sign of reassurance. She took a few steps towards the door, ready to leave…
But then she turned around, and smirked at Lincoln. "Almost forgot something."
Before he could react, she swooped next to him and grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him in for a kiss.
Their lips crashed together, and when the surprise wore off, Lincoln's tongue began to explore Lynn's mouth, wrestling with her tongue. Their wet organs were still pressed together when they broke the kiss, and they stared at each other with want in their eyes. Hungry, painful want.
"A-Are you sure you want this, Linc?" she asked. "You've been through a lot, and I don't want to push you..."
"Since when do you not like pushing me around? And yeah, I'm sure. It's good exercise after me sitting on my ass for a few days."
"That's all it is to you? Workout therapy?" Lynn scowled.
"Lynn, I'm just joking. After everything you said and did for me today, I remember why I fell for you in the first place. Everything Lori did to me is in the past. Showing you how much I care is the present."
"I still think you should take a little while to yourself. You know, think about everything..."
She was cut off when Lincoln kissed her again on her cheek. She let out a little purr as he did it again, and again. He planted kisses along her neck, and trailed it all the way up to her ear. He pecked her earlobe and whispered "I know you're scared for me, and I'm a little scared too. But everything else right now is stronger than that fear. Let's have this one moment together. It may be our last."
Lynn wanted to ask what he meant, but her entrancement by his sparkling blue eyes distracted her. She simply nodded and swallowed, and she pounced on him, her lips firmly planted on his.
He fell to the bed under her weight. Her blooming chest pressed against his fit body, and their legs dangled off the side of the bed. She lifted herself, her vagina pressing against his crotch and her knees digging into both sides of his body, as she started clawing at her jersey. She ripped it off, shaking her head to allow her hair to spill out again, and she smirked when she saw Lincoln eyeing her silky white bra. "Maybe I'll let you wear it," she said as she unclasped it. Her nipples were revealed as their cover felt to the floor, and Lincoln sighed as he marveled his sister's perfect body.
Her pants and underwear left her in much the same way, as did his clothes when he stood to hastily change into his birthday suit. When they were finally nude together, they fell back on the mattress with each other, and Lincoln made his move, diving towards her midriff. "Lincoln, what are you…?"
"You'll see," he flashed her a charming smile. He ran his fingers over her outlined abs and grazed her perky nipples, before looking back to her stomach.
He laid a trail of kisses along her stomach, then dipped his tongue into her navel, flicking it playfully. She let out a soft, breathy sound of pleasure and shock. Lincoln grinned as he made his way back up to her face in a series of kisses, taking extra care of her bruises and marks along the way. When he reached her face, he bit her lip playfully and Lynn rushed forward, capturing his mouth. She kissed him roughly, teeth and tongue battling with his. Lincoln moaned, and he let his right hand get tangled in her chestnut hair. He tossed his legs over hers, bestriding her as she sucked on his bottom lip. He pressed himself against her and she whined with desire.
After taking his fill of her warm, sweet mouth, he pulled his tongue from her lips and moved back down to her body. He stopped at her mammaries, moved only by his base desires. He squeezed them lightly between his fingers, and Lynn moaned "How do you always know how to squeeze them just right?" He didn't answer, for he had placed his mouth on her nipples and began licking at them. His tongue lashed her erect tits, and in a moment of bravery he bit her. He kept his eyes on her as he opened her clamped legs, letting his fingertips dance lightly along her dripping folds.
"You feel really wet down there," Lincoln noted with a smile as he stop suckling her teats. He brought his fingers to his mouth and licked her wetness off of them. "You taste as sweet as ever, too."
"Lincoln," she moaned as his fingers dipped back into her opening. Her hips were rocking forward, chasing the pleasure of his fingers. "So are you just gonna keep teasing like a little girl, or are you gonna man up and do something to me?"
"You said Lucy licked you really good down there earlier, right?"
Lynn's eyes widened, and she gasped. Was he about to…?
Lincoln knelt down like a monk against the bed, and swirled his tongue inside her. Lynn threw her head back and moaned as loudly as the thin walls would allow. Her eyes fluttered open and shut and her mouth fell open in pleasure. Lincoln lapped at her clit like the hungriest, thirstiest man in the world, dragging his tongue up and down and driving her crazy as he kept changing pressure just as she got close.
His hands dug into her sides, scraping her with his nails, but they held her tight in place as he worshiped her body. Lynn let out a moan as she rocked her hips forward, desperately adding to the pleasure that was slowly building up inside her. She unconsciously began to wrap her legs around his head, like the two snakes on that stick Hermes has, and Lincoln felt the pressure against his skull. Rather than slowing down, however, he sped up, licking and lapping at her until she let out a choked cry.
Lynn screamed as her orgasm finally hit her. Her legs clenched around his head, causing him slight pain that he was willing to tolerate. He didn't stop either; even as she squirmed and struggled, he kissed and licked at her pink inner walls.
Once she stopped shaking and her body calmed down, Lincoln pulled her legs away from his skull. He groaned as he rubbed both sides of his head. "Dang it, Lynn, it really felt like you were crushing my head back there."
She looked up at him, her eyes a pool of lust and bliss. She could only shrug in apology. "Sorry. Got a bit carried away. You were… as great as Lucy feels, you're definitely good competition."
"You know, I can do something that she never could."
"Oh. And what would that be~?" Lynn smirked through her panting.
He positioned himself between her legs, his pillar hard and erect. He positioned it in front of her pussy like a spear, before slowly pushing into her. They moaned in unison, Lincoln closing his eyes as he felt himself fill her insides. He paused for a moment, shuddering as the image of Lori's face came to his mind.
Congrats, Linc, for proving my point.
Then he took a deep breath and looked down at Lynn. He could feel her rapid heartbeat, he could smell her aromatic pheromones, he could taste her fluids in his mouth, he could hear her ragged breaths, and he could see the love in her large, chocolate colored eyes.
You're not real, and even if you were, I'm not proving your point. I'm proving her's.
The haunting visage dissipated as he began slowly pulling back out and sliding in once more. "Thank you, Lynn," he moaned softly.
She didn't understand, but she understand it meant something to him, so she didn't ask or mock.
It took him a while, but he back to increase his pace. It started with a slow in-and-out dance, until it became a frenzied pumping. Even Lynn was impressed by his quick pace, and as hard as she tried to match him with her own hip pumps and thrusts, she couldn't keep up, effectively at his mercy, which shamefully made her even wetter. He pressed his hand on her naked hips, pulling her closer. As Lynn let him ravage her, she watched him with adoring eyes. Every angle of him seemed handsome and perfect, just as he saw her. Even his unappealing pastel hair was gorgeous now, slick with his moisture. It made her feel ashamed to be so passive in their love-making.
She was Lynn Loud Jr.
She was never passive.
With a burst of renewed energy, she began pushing her hips to match his swift movements. Lincoln opened his eyes at her renewed effort. He was in a lusty daze as he smiled at her. He adapted his pace to meet her own and they moaned in tandem. "Oh, Lincoln," she groaned as both of their efforts became that much more pleasurable.
One hand reached up to play with breast again, pinching her nipple and squeezing her boob. Combined with the scraping against her throbbing inner walls, Lynn felt a little spritz of cum escape her vagina.
"L-Lynn," she heard him breathe her name.
"I'm here, Lincoln. Cum for me, Lincoln. Prove that you're good enough to be my man."
He didn't disappoint her. With a hefty groan, he allowed his orgasm to burst from him, and Lynn climaxed at the same second as he did. They screamed into each other's embrace, as their organs throbbed and exploded, dousing the other with their precious fluids.
They both lay on the bed after that, panting heavily. Lincoln lay supine while Lynn's face was buried in the mattress. He reached over to touch her, wrapping his fingers around her hand, and she squeezed tightly. "I'm always here for you, Lincoln. No matter what happens," she whispered.
"I know now. And thank you, Lynn."
"For what? A good lay in the haystack?"
Lincoln giggled, but shook his head. "That and something else… I want to have everyone gather for a sibling meeting. It's… it's something important."
"Sure thing, little bro. Just let me grab my clothes and clean myself off a little," she grumbled as she reached for her underwear and jersey, as well as a box of tissues. Lincoln did the same, putting on his clothes and spraying himself with a little perfume before stepping out into the hallway. He went into Leni's room, where these meetings were always held, and was greeted warmly by his sisters. He looked over to Lucy, who blushed in his presence, and that made his heart bloom.
"Okay, guys, I know you might be wondering why I called this meeting. Believe me, I have a really good reason."
"Feel free to tell us soon, sweetheart," Lola called out, making Lana chuckle.
"Okay. Um… before I do, can I ask that Lily not be here for this?" he requested. Lily looked at him with a distraught expression, but Lisa nodded and grabbed her hand, taking the young girl outside. Lincoln took a deep breath, and waited for the scientist to return. When she did, she sat down next to Luna, who stared at Lincoln with an expectant expression. He knew what she was waiting for, and he didn't want to deny her any longer.
"So, uh, lately I've had time to think. And, well, I've been thinking a bit about love, and my identity. I think… I think me hiding that stuff has caused me some pain, and despite my efforts to keep it hidden, it still managed to be discovered. And when the person who discovered it found it, it led to her… well, you all know what happened to Lori, and what she tried to do to me. But you may not know why. So… I think it's time to tell you."
He took a deep breath, and looked back at Lynn. She clearly knew what he was about to do, and she seemed completely against it. Her posture was tense and her eyes were begging him not to. He frowned slightly, giving her puppy dog eyes. I need this, he told her without words.
Fine, I guess. But you owe me big time, she responded the same way.
"Guys… how would you all react if I told you I've been having romantic relationships with some of the sisters here?"
He didn't know what was coming next. He didn't know what they were going to do. But when he saw their expressions, he couldn't help but feel a little burden lift off his shoulders. The crushing secret and his dual identity as brother and lover faded away, and all that was left was the one and only Lincoln Loud, and the future that he saw in the conflicted eyes of his sisters…
"Damn, Lincoln," Ronnie Anne breathed when he finished. "I… wow, that was quite the story. When I asked you about Lori and Bobby breaking up… I never thought… so do they all know now?"
"No. Lily doesn't. Mom and Dad still don't. And I'm pretty sure some of them suppress the knowledge. But that's fine. At least it isn't crushing me anymore," he explained.
"Well, nonetheless… I'm so sorry, Lincoln. I'm so sorry you had to go through all that."
"What's in the past is in the past," he chuckled lightly. "It still haunts me a little. Not just what Lori tried to do to me, but what she meant when she said what she said. I'm just glad I had Lynn to be there for me."
Ronnie Anne opened her mouth to say something, but Lincoln stretched and groaned loudly, interrupting her. "Well, I guess I've told you everything you needed to know. Now you know all about my sister breaking up with your brother."
"Huh? Oh yeah... that's why you started telling me all these stories," she recalled.
"Yeah. Good times we've had. Of course, now that you know everything about me and my sisters, I guess you now want me out of your life."
"I never said that. I'm not happy hearing that you fell for your sisters, but if it makes you happy, then I suppose I shouldn't really get involved. And believe me, Lame-O, I'm still happy seeing you here. You know what? I've got time to kill. Do you have anymore stories? Y-You can stick around and..."
Ronnie Anne stopped, and blushed lightly. What was she doing? Why was she begging him to stay with her for a little while longer? They were friends, yeah, but somehow Ronnie Anne felt like it was different here. There was... an emotion she couldn't quite describe, but all she knew was that she needed to keep him with her for just a few more minutes, or hours, or days...
Lincoln scratched his sideburns and sighed. "I guess... there is one more important story to tell. It's a bit weird, even by my standards. But it does tie a lot of this together, and... it does explain a little about why I waited for you and why I've been telling you all these tales. But it's probably the most personal one I have. The secret I want to stay bound to. If I tell you... we'll have to make a choice at the end. Are you ready for that?"
"Boy, it must be serious if it's making you act like a black shaman from a movie..."
"Ronnie Anne... are you ready for that?"
There was a pause for a moment, and Ronnie Anne considered saying no. She considered just letting him out the door, and ignoring the feelings inside her. She considered going back to the city, far away from this white haired boy that had toyed with her heart for eight years. She considered it all... so she surprised herself when she said "Yeah. Show me what you got, Lame-O."
A brief flicker of a smile danced on his lips. "Alright. This one should be the easiest to remember and tell. After all... it all happened just a few weeks before we met up in that diner."